10. Cillian
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Cillian
One Week Later
In one week, Ivy has burrowed her way into my heart.
We’ve been virtually inseparable since the day we met and I’m not entirely sure what to do with all the feelings swirling inside me.
The credits of the murder-mystery news show we’ve been watching roll across the screen. I haven’t really been paying attention because she’s all I think about. When I’m not with her, I miss her. When I’m with her, like now, I’m already planning the next time we’ll be together.
How can this be? None of it makes sense, yet my feelings for Ivy are the truest I’ve ever felt.
“Seriously, how did she stay with him. I mean, come on! The guy was creepy.” Ivy sits up from where she was resting comfortably in my lap. It’s dark outside now, and the soft glow from the big-screen TV casts shadows across her cheek, highlighting her serene beauty.
Chuckling, I playfully tickle her ribs. “We’ve only been seeing each other for a week. Should I be glad you’re not getting creepy vibes from me?”
“Oh, give it time.” Ivy giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m sure you have at least one or two mysterious quirks I’ve yet to discover.”
As Ivy’s laughter fades, I lean in, captivated by the sparkle in her eyes. “Mine aren’t so mysterious. How do you feel about nipple clamps? Or a remote clit vibrator?” I whisper before our lips meet.
The contact sends a shiver through me. Her lips are soft yet insistent, and as I intensify our kiss, my world seems to narrow to the warm, sweet taste of her mouth. It’s a revelation each time—this feeling of rightness. Of wanting to linger in the moment forever.
My hands find the small of her back, pulling her closer so her legs are on either side of mine. As we make out, I’m overwhelmed by a rush of emotions—affection, desire, and a burgeoning love that feels both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.
We break apart. I hold her gaze while I pull her tank top over her head, cup her breast and suck hard at her nipple.
Ivy moans, low and husky, and wraps her arms around my neck. “We can’t. I’m on my period, remember?”
“So what?” I kiss up her chest to her throat.
She slides from my lap. “Let me take care of you.”
I’m about to protest but her hands dip beneath the waistband of my joggers and she yanks them down, freeing my cock. Licking her lips, Ivy’s turquoise eyes pierce mine. She wraps her fist around me and strokes up and down my length. The next thing I know, her lips are wrapped around me and she engulfs my shaft, bobbing up and down and swirling her tongue along my slit.
“Jesus, fuck .” I grip her hair into a tight ponytail as she worships me with her hot little mouth. I can’t even comprehend how incredible this feels.
She kisses down my shaft and sucks on my balls as she jacks me. My hips jerk and twitch of their own volition. I bite my lip hard when the zaps and zings build at the root of my spine. Moments later, Ivy guides my cock back into her mouth, humming along my shaft. I’m on the edge of utter and complete insanity .
“I’m gonna come. Ivy. Baby, if you don’t stop…” I tap her shoulder furiously.
Undaunted, she clings to my thighs and doubles down on the suction. I’m lost. I thrust up into her like a madman. Her tongue swirls along the veiny ridge on my crown and she cups my balls and gently squeezes, causing every ounce of control to go by the wayside. I hold her in place as I cant my hips one last time, coming in long spurts.
She looks into my eyes as she swallows it all, then licks me clean and releases me. “Delicious.”
This woman. She has me endlessly turned on. Infatuated. Probably, madly in love.
Rolling Ivy backward onto the couch, I push her panties to the side. “Your turn.”
“Ewww. No, Cillian.” She wriggles to get free.
I grab her ankle and drape it over the back of the couch and press her other leg to the side. She’s glistening with arousal. “ Yes , Ivy. Chalk it up to one of my mysterious quirks because I don’t give two shits if you’re on your period. You’ll never go a day without me going down on you as long as we’re together.”
Leaning over, I dip my tongue into her slick folds. Ivy’s hands thread into my hair and her hips rock against my lips. I circle my tongue around her swollen little nub. She tastes salty. Sweet. Slightly tangier than normal, but still my favorite flavor. Her back arches and she tries to wriggle free, which isn’t going to happen. I slide my hands under her ass and hold her against my mouth and suck on her clit.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhh .” Ivy grips my scalp as I lap and lick her into a frenzy, fascinated at how her pussy darkens, then blooms and swells as she becomes more aroused with each passing moment. Until Ivy, I haven’t been consistently intimate enough with a woman to bear witness to the subtle signs of her stimulation. It’s addictive. Makes me want to discover everything that turns her on.
Spreading her lower lips apart with my fingers, her engorged clit pokes out from under its tiny hood. Her sweet musk permeates my senses. I swirl my tongue around it then lick like a madman. Ivy’s thighs start shaking and she tightens, then lets go with a loud, keening, throaty moan.
Throughout the numerous contractions, I soothe her clit with the flat of my tongue. When her pussy stops convulsing, I kiss my way up her stomach, pausing to lick her nipples into hard peaks. Once our centers are aligned, I pull out her tampon, toss it on top of her T-shirt and slam inside her. Gripping her hands with mine, I look down at her, all flushed and plump-lipped from sucking on my cock and having a world-class orgasm. Ivy wriggles her hands free and caresses my face, never looking away as our bodies mesh in perfect harmony .
“You’re my everything,” I choke out, and I mean it.
Afterward, we lay on the couch still wound together. Ivy plays with my hand, rubbing the calluses on the tips of my fingers before pressing her palm against mine. “You’ve become my everything, too.”
Half hour later, we’re showered and snuggled in bed. She rests her face against my chest and I comb my fingers through her wet hair.
I’ve never felt close to someone outside my family, yet despite the revelation about her brother, there’s a big part of her life shrouded in mystery. We’re hurtling toward something official, it’s probably an appropriate time to gently, cautiously, get her to open up a bit.
“You know,” I keep my tone light, “I know why I can’t come over to your house, but when you mentioned the swimming and jet skis I realized I don’t know where you live. I’ve been inside your body about a hundred times at this point, if you’re comfortable sharing—I’d love to learn more about you.””
Ivy shifts slightly to look up at me. She hesitates, as if choosing her words carefully. “It’s complicated. My dad… um … I’ll say it. My family is very, um …wealthy. We live in Medina and my house has its own private entrance within a gated community and an intense level of security.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Security? Like, bodyguards and surveillance?”
“Yeah. State of the art,” she admits, with a small, almost apologetic smile. “We have a house manager, housekeepers, groundskeepers… It’s like a small fortress sometimes. They all report to my dad, not an optimal place to break the rules.”
The mention of her breaking rules niggles at me. I’m still finding it hard to comprehend why a twenty-four-year-old woman, who’s going to Stanford Business School, can’t tell her parents she has a boyfriend and is staying at his house. Then again, I don’t have sisters. What do I know?
“What would he do if he knew you were with me here and not at your friend’s house?” I probe gently, wanting to understand but not push her too far.
Ivy shifts away from me and rests her head on her palm. “If he knew about us, I honestly don’t know what he’d do. He has this idea of who I should be with, and it definitely doesn’t include anyone outside his circle of approval.”
“Ahh, so I’ll be your dirty secret.” Kind of hurt, I roll on my back, but don’t look away.
My words hang in the air. She looks down. Her fingers nervously toy with a strand of her hair. “Cillian. If I’m being honest, I’m not sure what will happen after they get back. All I know is I can’t lose you.”
Her response raises more red flags for me but I try to put myself in her shoes. It can’t be easy for her to be a surviving child with overprotective parents. I’m patient, though. Hopefully, she’ll open up and we can figure out a solution.
God knows, I don’t want this to end either.
“Ivy.” I turn back on my side to face her fully. “Whatever happens, I’ll be here to help. Okay? If your dad is anything like my brother, who will do anything to protect his wife and kids, he wants to make sure you’re safe and happy.”
Her eyes widen. “Yeah. You’ve hit the nail on the head. He didn’t used to be this way. All of this craziness started after my brother died. He’s petrified of something happening to me, and I don’t want him to worry. As annoying as all of this is, I love my parents.”
“Let’s take things one day at a time. I’m enjoying getting to know you and I love having you here. You told the staff you’re staying with your friend Emma for the summer so we have time. Stay with me until they get back and we’ll deal with your parents later.” I clasp her tightly.
Ivy circles my nipple with her finger. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be. We have a plan.”
“Tell me the truth, though. Are you worried about this plan?” Raising an eyebrow, I can’t mask a flicker of concern. “You’re lying to them. I’d hate for any kind of deceit to put you—or us—in a tough spot. If they find out you’ve been staying here, I’m not an idiot, they’ll blame me for corrupting you. It’s important we’re on solid, truthful ground as soon as possible. It’s something my da drilled into me after his troubles.”
Ivy bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut. “Yes. I’m a tiny bit worried and I definitely don’t want there to be any lies between us. I wanted to tell you about my relationship with my parents, even though I know it probably seems bizarre. I’ll figure out a way to tell them about us too.”
“Truth is important, baby.” I kiss her forehead.
“Yeah.” Tears well in her eyes as she traces my lips with her finger. “It is.”
“Don’t cry,” I reassure her, “It’ll be okay. We’re okay.”
I hold her close and pat her trembling back as she cries. Her breath eventually steadies and, despite my earlier concerns, a protective warmth floods through me. Ivy’s vulnerability and courage in revealing her tangled realities makes me feel even closer to her. We’re building trust as we navigate our budding relationship.
My God, how I cherish this woman. My mind returns to the bird analogy.
She’s trying to spread her wings and escape from the gilded cage her parents have kept her in. What a fucking gift. I do not take it for granted I’m the man she’s entrusted her newfound freedom with.
Above all else, her honesty tonight reassures me.
It’s early days, but we’re building something special.