Chapter 5
5
NIKO
Ivy’s head falls back as she writhes on my thighs. She squeezes my fingers hard and cups my jaw, holding my face in place.
It’s the first gentle touch she’s given me. I wouldn’t doubt her fingers have imbedded their prints in my skin from the blistering heat coming off them.
“Niko, Niko. Ooh . . .” she whimpers as I bite down harder and pull.
The door is still cracked open, and she’s so loud that she’ll draw attention to us unless I can quiet her up. But fuck, I don’t want her to stop whining and moaning and letting me know how much I’m pleasing her. Every sound is a phantom hand around my cock, stroking it the way I like. Hard and real fucking fast.
I release her nipple and rub my beard against it before sucking it again just once. Wet with my spit and red from the stimulation, her tits may as well be begging me to fuck them.
Swatting her breast, I groan, watching it bounce. “Get on your knees, angel. I need my cock between these.”
Her eyes are so innocent when they struggle to focus on me, and that shouldn’t make me harder. But the thought of her still so na?ve to pleasure . . . it turns me fucking wild. I want to show her just how incredible sex with me can be, one orgasm at a time.
Slowly, in an arousal-drunk haze, Ivy stands from my lap. Her smirk is wicked, devious as she bends to grab my knees and then falls to hers.
With dainty hands, she palms her breasts, smooshing them together before shaking them side to side. “Are you going to fuck my tits now, Mr. Shaw?”
I crush my molars. “Niko.”
“You introduced yourself to me as Mr. Shaw the first time we met. Don’t you remember?”
After releasing her breasts, Ivy leans over my knees and reaches for my waistband. I track her movements with narrowed eyes and scoot forward, parting my legs to give her more room. She bats her lashes up at me when she drags a finger up the length of my cock before beginning to undo my jeans. My briefs are sticky, moulded to the tip as I leak precum.
I wait until after she’s begun bringing my jeans and briefs down my thighs before answering her question.
With my long fingers pinching her chin, I tilt it back in a silent demand for her to meet my gaze. “I remember the first time we met, Ivy.”
“How well?” she whispers, keeping her eyes on mine even as my cock bobs free of my briefs and rests against my stomach, my jeans pooled at my ankles.
I palm my shaft and give it a single squeeze. Precum slips from the tip and drips onto my finger.
“Your hair was a caramel brown then, not blonde, and you had it braided down your back. The cardigan you wore was baggy and an exact match to the dark grey ring around the green in your eyes. Your lips were red and glossy, just like right now.” I release her chin only to drag my thumb along her bottom lip, smearing the lip gloss across her cheek. “You wore black flats and a pair of jeans with holes in the knees. I only needed one look at you to know how special you were.”
Her body quakes with a shudder, and then she’s pulling my hand away from my cock only to replace it with hers.
“ Fuck ,” I hiss between my teeth. “Yeah, nice and tight, angel. Squeeze me hard.”
She follows my instructions.
Staring down at her on her knees with her pupils blown and lip gloss smeared as she jacks me off, I’m already too close to coming. Her fingertips can’t touch around my shaft, but she makes it work, twisting her wrist and squeezing with every downstroke.
I jackknife up, burying my fingers in the hair at her nape and pulling . A whimper escapes her, and I only have a second to question why I’d been so rough with her before she moans in pleasure and quickens her strokes.
“You like it when I’m rough with you, angel? When I pull your hair and bite down on your pretty nipples?” I ask tightly.
She wobbles over the barrier my jeans have created?—
still pooled at my ankles—and folds herself over my thighs before leaning over my cock, the heat of her exhales rushing down the shaft.
“Look at you. So fucking horny for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m horny for it. For you,” she says on a breathy moan, her tongue darting out to lap at the pool of precum coating the tip.
“As beautiful as you are drinking up my cum like a desperate slut, that’s not what I have planned. Now, push your tits together and slide my cock between them,” I demand, my voice so rough it’s nearly unrecognizable.
Spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go, I wait and watch as she moves between my thighs. Crushing her tits together in her hands, she rubs them against my tight sack.
“If you’re going to tease me, Ivy, it’s going to cost you,” I warn.
She purses her lips, continuing her torturous movements. “Cost me what?”
“Every minute it takes you to do as I say is another I make you wait to feel this cock buried in your fucking womb.”
I’ve never heard her make such a wild, desperate noise. I don’t think I’ve heard any woman I’ve been with in my entire life sound like that, and I need to hear it again. And fucking again .
Without another moment of hesitation, Ivy hovers her breasts over my cock. I hold my breath as she glides them down, enveloping my shaft between them.
Inch by inch, I watch as my dick is swallowed into the crease of her breasts. I pull at her hair, encouraging her to start a rhythm. Up, down, up, down, she jacks me with laser focus.
“You’re so soft,” I grunt, dragging a knuckle down her cheek. “Soft and beautiful but a fuckin’ dirty girl, too.”
She hums vacantly. “Yes.”
“Look at me.”
Sliding her gaze upward, she opens her mouth, her red lips parted wide, and I do something I’ve never done.
I grip her cheeks, tilt her head back, and spit in her mouth.
She doesn’t flinch, even as surprise blows her eyes wide open. My hold on her cheeks tightens, and in a blink, her surprise slips away.
With a flutter of her lashes, she’s smoothing the tip of her tongue along her top teeth and crushing my cock between her tits.
“Do it again,” she mewls.
My brows jump. “Again?”
“Yes.”
There’s no stopping the roar of lust that floods my thoughts. My dick drips between her tits, making the glide of them along the shaft smoother. “Beg me for it.”
I’m pushing it, yet I don’t regret it enough to stop. My gut tells me that she likes what I’m doing. And when she leans further between my legs and pushes her tongue out in a silent demand for more, I know I was so fucking right.
“Beg me to spit in your mouth, angel. Then I’ll give you what you need,” I coo, stroking a hand over her hair and loosening the pressure on her cheeks.
She nuzzles into my palms and slowly pulls her tongue back into her mouth. “Please spit in my mouth, Niko.”
“Tongue out. And don’t swallow until I tell you to.”
Before she has a chance to tell me she’ll do what I’ve demanded, I have my mouth hovering a few inches above hers, and then I spit onto her still-moving tongue.
“Swallow.”
She tries, but some slides off into the corners of her mouth. I bring my thumb to the mess spreading down her cheek and drag it into her mouth before finally, finally kissing her.
It’s wet and warm and demanding, a year of pent-up desire and interest exploding into a single press of our mouths and clack of our teeth. Ivy’s the gentle one at first. She’s curious, and with every cautious flick of her tongue to the seam of my lips, excited, too. I let her in without a second thought and glide my tongue along hers, finding out how we taste together.
Fucking paradise.
I don’t realize she’s stopped moving her chest until my cock grows cold and I break away long enough to stare down between us. Her fingers dig into my thighs as she hovers off her knees, as if she’s too afraid to do what she really wants and climb onto my lap.
With a hard kick of each foot, I’ve got my boots and jeans flying across the office and not a single fucking boundary left between her and where she wants to be.
“On my lap now, Ivy. Take off those fuckin’ jeans. It’s time to ride my cock,” I grunt, dropping a hand to my groin and cupping my aching sack.
Her body shakes in one long motion that travels from her shoulders to her feet. “I thought you wanted to come on my chest.”
“We’ve got all night, angel.”
Eyes glazing over, she uses her hold on my thighs to stand. I hold my breath when she releases me only to peel the ripped blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Slowly but with an easy confidence, she palms the back of my head and runs nimble fingers through my hair before forcing it forward. I open my mouth automatically when her nipple brushes against it, demanding entrance.
“Yes,” she moans, stroking my nape soothingly.
I suck at her nipple and wrap my arm around her back, pulling her right into me. She tastes like peppermint lotion and the greatest temptation I’ve ever had to live with, and I can’t get enough.
I’m too impatient to wait for her to take care of her pants. I unsnap their button and shove them down her hips with no fucking finesse, only desperation.
“Enough playing. It’s time I bust through your pussy, Ivy. I’ve waited an eternity already, and I refuse to wait one moment more,” I say around her swollen, hard nipple.
She guides me from her right tit to the left and nods when I flick my gaze upward. “Beg me for it.”
The smile I flash is a warning. “It’s time to fuck, not beg. Now, sit on my cock before I bend you over my desk and have you ramming it against the wall for the next hour.”
“Why do you always make your threats sound so interesting?”
I answer by pushing to my feet so quickly she gasps and grip both of her hips before spinning her and folding her over my desk.
She giggles and throws her head to the side to stare back at me behind a curtain of messy curls. “Are you going to spank me now, Mr. Shaw?”
Her jeans come the rest of the way down with one swift yank. They fall to her ankles as I glide a hand up her spine and back down, pressing her onto the tabletop by her hip.
“Keep count. Miss one and I restart.”
“So, that’s a yes, then?” she asks, feigning innocence with the lip she pulls into her mouth.
I swat her left cheek with the back of my hand and watch in awe as it jiggles from the impact. It’s so fucking plump and round, more than a handful. I wait for the slap to register before roughly palming the curve of the warm, soft skin. I squeeze and pull at it before spanking her again, this time on the opposite side.
“Count,” I demand gruffly.
“Two,” she coos, pushing back into my thighs and wiggling her hips.
“You’re dripping onto the floor, aren’t you?”
I aim for the pink print I’ve left behind and hit her again. This time, she rocks forward against the desk, hips digging into the wood.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Three.”
She throws her arms out along the table, effectively sending my cup of pens clattering onto the floor when I ramp up the strength of my hits and spank her again.
“Mmm,” she whimpers.
“That’s four.”
“Yes, Mr. Shaw.”
Two more smacks as I grind my teeth.
“Five . . . six ! Oh, shit.”
I step up behind her and fit my cock against her flaming ass. Angry and wet, it slicks up her crack before slipping between her cheeks and gliding through.
“If you’re aiming for my pussy, you’re a little off,” she says, her tone all breathless teasing.
“Keep mouthing off and I’ll be taking your ass first.”
She moans, flipping her hair over her shoulder and flashing me a half-lidded gaze. “Travis hated anal.”
I take her hip in my hand and reach down to take my cock in the other. With a slight adjustment, the tip is sliding through her slick pussy lips. I growl at the heat that envelops every inch of my shaft but don’t breach her just yet. It’s too good like this, too intimate.
“Don’t talk about him when I’m about to fuck you, Ivy,” I warn, pulling back before thrusting along her slit.
She lets out a long, high-pitched noise and bucks against me. Her fingers move between her legs to ghost along where my tip has started parting her opening.
“Why not? Because it makes you feel guilty? Are you going to pull your pants up and leave me here like this, Niko?”
My laugh is low, darker than usual. Every fatherly instinct inside of me screams that I’m a selfish disgrace. I’m about to cross a line that I can’t ever walk back over.
My son has never been my biggest fan, and I can’t say I’m his, but he’s still family. And I’m about to fuck his ex-girlfriend.
I’m about to fuck her, and I’m going to love it. It’s going to change my entire life and, in turn, his. I should do exactly as she said and pull up my pants and get out of here. So why, instead of doing that, am I pressing forward and breaching her tight opening with the tip of my cock?
“No, angel. I don’t want you to talk about him because all I want when I hear you speak his name is to fuck you so good you forget all about him and every fucking second you spent together. While that makes me a terrible father, right now, I don’t fucking care.”
With one hard thrust, I bury myself so deep inside of her that my balls slap against the skin she’d drenched with pussy juice.
“Niko!” she cries out, slapping her hands on the desk and clawing at it with red-tipped nails. “You’re too big. It’s too—I’m too full.”
Pulling out to the tip, I hover there, petting the handprints I’ve left on her ass. My chest has shrunk in size as my heart spasms.
“No, angel. It’s the perfect size for you,” I muse before fucking back into her, gentler this time, as I guide her to lean back against my chest. “And for the record, I fucking love anal.”
There’s no time for her to reply. I reach for her thighs and settle them both on my forearms, lifting her off the ground. Once I have her weight in my arms, I haul her into the air, keeping my cock buried in the tight walls of her pussy.
Her head falls against my shoulder as I move us toward the door. She’s on full display for all to see, but there’s no one here, and with a rough kick of my leg, I shut the door to make sure it stays that way.
She’s so small in my arms, so breakable, that I take extra care not to drop her as I bring us to the bed. Perching us on the edge, my grip on her loosens enough that she can spread her legs over my thighs, opening herself completely.
“Wish I had a mirror in here so I could see how perfect you look with my cock stretching your perfect cunt,” I grouse, setting my chin on her shoulder to watch her fat tits heave.
“I can see a little,” she breathes out, head tipped to watch when she twists her hips.
My shaft is squeezed, and more slick drips to my balls. “Describe it to me, angel.”
I suck her shoulder and tease my teeth over the marks I leave while bringing a hand around her front to tweak a nipple. She contracts around me, squeezing me deeper inside. I thrust just once and revel in the pleasure that zips up my spine.
Ivy whines, rolling her neck and bringing her face to my throat. “I’m so wet you’re shiny with it. I’ve never been spread so wide . . . I don’t know how you’re inside. You shouldn’t fit. But you do, and I’m—I’ve never felt this good.”
My balls tighten at her words, drawing up like I’m about to come before I force myself to settle.
“Of course we fit together. You’re with the right Shaw now, Ivy. The one who’s always been right for you. Do you get it now? Is feeling this snug little cunt taking me deep what you needed all along?”
“Yes. Yes, I needed this!”
She trembles in my arms, and her nipple grows harder between my fingers. I tug at it and bring my mouth to her ear, sucking at the base.
“Then let me ride you hard. You can thank me by creaming all over my cock.”
She nods repeatedly and grinds down on me before I plant my hands on her hips and start to guide her movements. Ivy doesn’t need the help, though. With a confident hand, she’s shoving me down on my back and using her knees as leverage on the bed before taking me for a ride.
Her ass rises in the air, cheeks spreading with the angle, and then my cock is moving even deeper inside of her. She squeezes my knees in a death grip, so I take her ass in my hands and give it the same treatment. Every glide of her pussy over my length brings me closer to the orgasm I’ve been fighting off since I first saw her here today.
I can do nothing but let my eyes cross from the bliss and hold on as she uses me like a toy. It’s as close to a holy experience as I’ll ever get, and I’m unsure how to repay her for letting me witness it.
“Feels so good,” she slurs, rolling her hips on the downstroke and grinding her clit on my groin before rising again. “You hit me so deep.”
“You take me so well, angel. You’re made to take it. It’s yours, and you’re such a perfect girl. Yeah , that’s it. Ride this cock nice and deep.”
She preens beneath the praise, speeding up. I engage my abdomen and lean up while parting her ass cheeks. With a purse of my lips, I spit against the dark pink hole in front of me. Saliva drips down her crack, and I throb from the pretty sight.
My thumb circles the wet hole on her next downward grind. She moans at the touch, and it’s all the confirmation I need before pushing it inside.
“Oh, fuck, Ivy. You’re so perfect. Your ass is sucking my thumb right in.”
“I’m close,” she announces on a broken gasp.
I can feel the confirmation around my cock. She quivers fiercely, squeezing so tight it’s like she’s trying to keep me buried inside for the rest of forever. I don’t stop moving my thumb inside of her, and because she’s relaxed from the pleasure of riding me, there’s no pressure keeping me from speeding up.
“Give it to me, baby. Give me your cum, and I’ll feed this hungry pussy mine. You’d like that, right?”
She nods furiously and turns to look at me over her shoulder. The pink cheeks and swollen, parted lips are enough on their own to make me spill, but add the squeeze of her pussy walls and an asshole so tight only a thumb can fit inside?—
“Yes! Yes! I’m coming, I’m coming, Niko. I’m . . . please!” she shouts, offering me her mouth.
I take it with hungry, frantic kisses. Promises of more than just tonight. Of everything.
My name, my house, this bar. Every fucking dollar in my bank account. And me . Every inch, inside and out, is hers. She just has to accept the offerings.
“Take it, Ivy. Take it all,” I spit, unsure if I’m speaking of the cum now spurting from my cock or the man himself.
She milks every drop from my balls, and I stop hearing her moan when my ears pop with pleasure. I’m yanked from my body and then shoved back inside, all in the span of a single breath.
Once I’ve rewired my brain, I’m wrapping my arm around her middle and bringing us both onto the bed to finish the ride. She huffs her breaths at a pace that I know matches mine as we lie in silence.
It’s . . . terrifying. The silence feels out of place in this moment. I don’t know what to say now that we’re finished. Words have never been my thing. I’ve spoken more to her tonight than I’ve ever spoken to anyone in only a few hours. I wish I knew what to say to her right now. Something soothing, maybe? An explanation?
My dick deflates inside of her, and a spark of disappointment hits me at the realization that I didn’t get to do what I promised and come on her chest. It was the plan, but . . .
Slowly, I slip my dick from inside of her and grow still.
An apology for not using protection is what I should be saying. I fucked her bare and then came inside like a horny teenager before I remembered to pull out. Fuck, pulling out wasn’t even a thought in my mind. I had more than enough time, but the thought of leaving her tight warmth was never there.
So, why can I still not say anything now?
“I need to go clean up,” Ivy says, her tone more closed off than it was earlier.
I clear my throat and release her waist. “I’ve got stuff here. Some wipes and an extra shirt since . . .”
“Since you tore mine apart,” she finishes.
“Yeah.”
“I’d appreciate that,” she says, her eyes darting around the room.
I all but jump off the bed and put my jeans back on. A minute later, I hand her a couple of wipes and a spare shirt. It’s my favourite one, but I’m eager to part with it if it means she’ll be wearing it.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I grunt in reply.
It would be polite to turn and give her privacy while she dresses, but I can’t find it in me to do that right now. Not when it could be the last time I’ll get to see her like this. Fucking hell, it sounds like a wicked brand of torture to only have a woman like Ivy Bell once in your life.
Maybe I deserve that.
No, I’m sure I do.
My marks cover her shoulder and chest, and I stare at them, trying to memorize each one before my shirt falls down her body. The black material is so old it’s started fading, and the bleach stains are everywhere, but it’s comfortable.
She’s quick to wipe herself clean and drag her jeans up her thighs. When they reach her ass, she winces but doesn’t make a peep.
“We should talk about the event now,” I say.
It’s the wrong thing to say. Even before she takes a physical step away from me and hurt slashes across her features, I know that I’ve fucked up.
Work doesn’t fucking matter to me right now. Nothing does but her.
“We can discuss the event over email. I have other plans tonight,” she replies evenly.
“With who?”
“Someone.”
My shirt hangs off her shoulder and down to her knees. With quick, harsh movements, she collects the fabric and tucks it into the front band of her jeans before collecting her purse from the table. In her anger, she swings her purse too hard and sends it careening into the Christmas gift bag. It falls onto its side on the table, and whatever is inside of it clacks against the wood.
“Need that, too? A gift for the someone you have plans with?”
Her features tighten with anger as she fixes her purse onto her shoulder and stalks toward the office door. “Just a giant Scrooge I was warned about.”
I ignore my instinct to go to her and lift the bag by its handle instead. The tissue paper has shifted in the fall, no longer keeping the contents inside hidden.
I’m overly cautious when reaching inside of it and discarding the paper. I touch the clear jar and tap the gold lid before pulling it out and holding it in front of me.
Peppermint-flavoured moonshine in a jar made into the shape of a stocking for a so-called Scrooge . Jealousy swirls inside of me when I think of her giving this or any other gift to a man who isn’t me.
I set the jar down and reach back inside the bag to grab the second item. It’s soft in my hand, but I don’t recognize what it is until I pull it out and unfold it.
A Christmas sweater. The knitted kind.
My jealousy swells, and I abandon the gifts to ask Ivy who exactly they’re for and why she made one for them if she knew she was coming to meet with me tonight. Only she’s not here.
I’m alone, and the door’s wide open.