7. Ivy
seven
Ivy
The Next Morning
I wake up to the warm glow of sunlight on my face and a man’s arm slung around my body.
Something stiff is poking me in the ass.
At first, I panic because I’m in an unfamiliar place and my body is sore…everywhere.
Then, I remember where I am and whom I’m with. Every wonderful thing about last night comes back to me in an instant.
Yesterday, even though I knew the day would suck, I didn’t anticipate I’d be abandoned by my parents. In planning my grand adventure, it never occurred to me I’d stay out all night, courtesy of my oblivious friend, Emma. Let alone lose my virginity to a guy who’s fourteen years older than me.
Funny how life can change in an instant.
Heat sears through my core at the thought of Cillian worshiping every inch of my body. I’ve given myself a lot of orgasms over the years, but nothing remotely compared to the pleasure he was able to coax out of me. He talked a convincing game last night about spending more time together, but I wonder if he’ll feel the same way this morning. Maybe I’m a one-night stand.
It could go either way. I’m self-aware enough to realize how crazy it is to think I found my soulmate at eighteen. On paper, he and I don’t make sense. Especially because he doesn’t know I’m six years younger than what I told him. Or that I was a virgin. I have mixed feelings about keeping secrets from him, but I need to see how things play out before I come clean.
I wonder if he’d have made the same choice, if he’d known.
For now, I’m exactly where I want to be.
Cillian’s cock twitches and I can’t help but smile at the thought of waking up like this every day. God, am I insane? Am I this infatuated with a man I met hours ago? I turn to face him. His eyes are still closed, his handsome face relaxed.
Wow. An overwhelming sense of rightness overtakes my thoughts. He’s been inside my body. I can’t imagine my life moving forward without him.
I lean in and kiss him gently. His eyelashes flutter before his hazel eyes slowly open. He brushes his thumb over my cheek and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Morning, beautiful.”
God, his deep, sexy baritone. My stomach flutters. “Good morning.”
“Did you have sweet dreams?” He trails his hand to my waist and pulls me closer.
I snuggle in, caught up in the cozy intimacy of waking up in someone’s arms for the first time. “Yeah, and they all seemed to involve you.”
The corners of his eyes crinkle as he tightens his embrace and kisses my forehead. “Then, I hope I played my part well.”
Before he can stop me, I smash my lips against his. As our tongues tangle, Cillian’s hands trail down my sides and around my ass. He drags me closer until his erection is flush between our bellies. I moan at the thought of having sex with him again and wrap my fingers around his cock.
“Is this okay?” I sling my leg over his hip.
Groaning, Cillian kisses a path along my neck as I glide him through my folds. “Fuck, baby. You don’t need to ask.”
“Good.” I hold his tip to my opening and try to guide him in, but quickly realize this position isn’t going to work.
Without saying a word, Cillian rolls onto his back, taking me with him, and suddenly I’m straddling his hips. As my legs stretch across his body, I feel small muscle aches from yesterday’s dance class and our own sexy gymnastics, but I don’t care. He grips his cock and helps me position myself so his crown presses against my entrance.
“Now, ride me, sweet Ivy.” He holds me by my waist as I lower myself on his thick length.
Once he’s a few inches in, I brace myself on his stomach and watch as his cock stretches and fills me. “Oh…this is awesome ,” I sigh the moment my pussy rests on his pubic bone.
The pleasure blooms immediately, especially because Cillian expertly cups my tits and squeezes them, then pulls and pinches my nipples. I feel myself creaming around him, allowing me to move up and down on his cock more easily. Then, I roll my hips. Undulate. Swivel. Grind. I experiment until my clit hits just right, then I rock back and forth, keeping the friction. My orgasm builds immediately as I start to ride him harder.
Cillian growls and grips my ass in his big hands. “Yes, baby…use my cock however you want. It’s yours! ”
“ Ohhhhhh .“ My movements are almost frantic. I can’t get enough of him.
My mouth lolls open as we stare into each other’s eyes. My tits bounce as I grind my pelvis into him. His cock hits a magic place inside and I’m going to explode. Cillian seems to sense I’m about to go over, and he pulls me down until my tits are smashed against his chest. Then he kisses me hard as his hands wrap around my back to press my pelvis against his.
Before I know it, he flips us over, presses my legs together and pistons his cock into me from behind. He’s embedded so far into my body at this angle, every inch of his cock seems to have been designed to fit me perfectly.
“You’re clamping around my cock like a vise. It feels so fucking awesome.” Cillian continues to fuck me with everything he’s got.
My orgasm hits like a bomb, and I collapse like a noodle, completely spent. Cillian rolls us over and clasps my hands in his, bringing them over my head. His hips piston for a few more thrusts until he fills me with his hot release. We remain locked in place, kissing and stroking each other for a while. Eventually, he finally softens and slips out, leaving me empty.
“Sex with you is amazing. I hope I’m not a disappointment. You’ve probably been with a lot of women.” I snuggle closer to him, enjoying the feel of our combined release dripping between my thighs.
Cillian cups my cheek. “What’s happening between us is something special. I could spend every day of my life filling you up over and over.” He kisses my forehead. “But, will you do me a favor? Let’s not talk about other people when we make love.”
I’m mortified. “I’m sorry…”
“No.” Cillian presses a finger to my lips. “Don’t apologize. I understand we may be at different stages in our lives. I’ll say this once out of respect for you. I’ve been with a lot of women over the years. If you’d have asked my brothers a few years ago, they’d say I was a serial fuckboy. Those days are long gone, but I promise, I’ve never, not once, felt such a strong connection with anyone. It’s confusing. You entrance me, Ivy. I want to see where this goes. I don’t care about our pasts. Let’s focus on what we have in the here and now.”
His words are music to my ears. I run my fingers through his hair. “I want to. I asked because I never expected to feel like this and I wanted to be sure we were thinking the same things this morning.”
“We are.” Cillian tweaks my nipple and his dick lurches against my thigh. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve got to be sore. I should give you a break. Can I make you breakfast?”
“Sure, but maybe we can shower after we eat.” I slap his butt as he eases out of bed.
He pulls on a fresh pair of boxers and tosses me a large T-shirt. “You’re insatiable. And I like it. Why don’t you wear this for now. Should I throw your clothes in the wash?”
“Sure.” I pull on his T-shirt while he gathers up our clothes. It’s natural being here with him, I’m more comfortable in Cillian’s loft than I am in my own home.
How funny.
Cillian shakes his head, laughing, and backs out the door. “Oh, and to answer your question, we’ll shower after breakfast. I’m not done with your birthday orgasms. Not quite yet.”
I’m stretched and achy, but want everything he has to give me. As I follow him into the kitchen, my mind races. Last night, I wasn’t truthful with Cillian because I wasn’t sure what this would be. This morning, I’ve caught feelings and I feel guilty about the lies between us.
We can’t build a relationship on a foundation of deceit. I need to tell him the truth if this has a chance of being more than a one-night stand. Starting our future off on the right foot means coming clean, no matter how daunting the conversation might be.
But, seriously, now that he’s fucked me, how can I possibly tell him I was an eighteen-year-old virgin who’s pretending to spend the night at a classmate’s house so my dad’s house manager doesn’t rat me out?
Carefully. Very carefully.
Soon, the aroma of coffee and bacon fills the room. I lean against the counter, watching him. “Are you sure you’re in construction? You have mad cooking skills.”
“Well, with six boys in the family, my ma taught us all how to cook a few things.” He carefully plates our breakfast. “I actually started working at my father’s construction company when I was eighteen. My brother ran it for a few years, but he’s in a band and had to go on the road. My dream was to take over one day and when I was twenty-five, I gladly stepped in permanently.”
Huh. Sounds really familiar. We have another thing in common. “Is your dad alive?”
“Aye. He’s semi-retired now. For years he struggled with alcoholism. Had some health problems. Blah. Blah. Blah. Now he’s doing well and I run it and he helps out from time to time.” Cillian sets a plate down.
His openness tugs at me, encouraging me to share a few of my own truths. “My dad expects me to take over the family business in a few years. I’m off to start my MBA at Stanford Business School in a few weeks.” I keep my voice steady to try to ease into who I really am.
“You have quite the responsibility.” Cillian looks at me with respect. “Sounds like we’ve both been pushed into deep waters early. ”
“Yeah, I’m overwhelmed sometimes,” I agree, trying to smile. My whole truth is on the tip of my tongue, but something holds me back.
“We’re great in bed, we both love to dance and we’re trying to keep family legacies afloat.” Cillian takes a bite of bacon. “With so much in common, it makes me wonder if you like spontaneous getaways. I have to check on something at one of my jobsites, but maybe we can take a drive and spend tonight somewhere fun?”
Is he for real? I’m thrilled, except…I’ve got to let Hilde know I’m spending another night at Emma’s. Probably better to do it in person rather than by text. “I should go home and pack a change of clothes. My car is parked in the lot at the Market.”
“Amazing. I’ll drive you over and you can go grab some things while I work. I’ll pick you up in a few hours.” He takes my empty plate and puts it in the sink. “We can postpone our shower until later.”
Uh… shit . I have to at least come semi-clean. “This is embarrassing, but I still live at my folks’ house. I don’t really want to explain to them—” I gesture between us. “At least, not yet.”
I can’t risk him showing up on the security cameras.
“Uh, yeah. Wouldn’t want a strange man to show up at your house, would you?” Cillian grins. “Will they be worried you didn’t come home last night? ”
Aha . Perfect opportunity to be honest- ish . “Well, my I told my dad I’d be staying some nights with a friend.”
“Makes sense. For now, he’s none the wiser.” Cillian embraces me from behind and nuzzles my neck. “I won’t give you away…yet. How about you meet me back here at three.”
Fifteen minutes later, wearing Cillian’s T-shirt and a pair of his running shorts, I’m on my way home, giddy as fuck. I’ve met a man who adores me. Wants to spend time with me. I’m smitten, and who wouldn’t be? The way he worshipped my body is a fantasy come true.
Plus, even if he doesn’t know it yet, he made me a woman.
My summer will be filled with Cillian McGloughlin.
Scratch that.
Cillian is going to fill me up all summer.
I can’t wait.