31. Ivy
thirty-one
Ivy
Three Hours Later
“Show me how much you missed me.”
Cillian presses kisses down the length of my neck. His cock presses against the crease of my ass.
“Again?” I turn to find his eyes dark with desire. My eyes drop to his chiseled chest and eight-pack abs. My God, his body is ridiculous. “Isn’t he supposed to hibernate for a bit?”
It’s four in the morning. We’re in the walk-in shower to clean up after round four—or is it five? Apparently, neither of us has any intention of sleeping tonight. I run my fingertips down the length of his body then crouch down until I’m eye level with his shaft and look up at him.
“Nah, he won’t let us down.” Cillian chuckles.
He gently runs his fingers through my hair as I grip his engorged length in my fist and swirl my tongue around the tip. He still tastes of both of us, I suck and lick him ravenously.
“ Fuck ,” he hisses and leans back against the tile. “You have no idea how much I love your mouth on me.”
His response urges me on, and I take the full length of him to the back of my throat. Holding his hips for balance, I find my rhythm, taking him deeper with every pass, sucking him harder each time he lurches his hips into my mouth.
Cillian’s breathing grows labored. “Fuck, Ivy, you’re blowing my mind..”
He pushes the wet hair from my forehead and runs his fingers down my cheeks, feeling them hollow around his cock as I suck. I look up at him to find him watching me.
“Stand up, baby.” He pulls himself free of my mouth and bends to kiss me, slow and gentle. “I need to fuck you again, precious girl.”
“I need it too.” I wind my arms around his neck.
Cillian helps me to my feet and trails his hands up my sides to cup my breasts. My nipples immediately pucker under his fingers, which pinch them into tight peaks. His breath quivers when he slips his fingers into my slickness and kisses my neck with an open mouth. With him, I’m perpetually aroused, as if my body is liquifying from the inside out.
How is it possible to want someone this much?
Cillian’s fingertips circle my overly-sensitive clit, causing me to shudder. “You’re still dripping wet for me.”
I clutch at the back of his head as he moves faster. I can’t even speak, let alone answer. A low moan escapes and the tingles start. Every time he touches me, my body goes into overdrive on a one-way race track to orgasm. I widen my stance and he plunges his fingers inside me, scissoring them over my G-spot.
“Oh. Ohhhhh .” I grab on to his forearms to hold myself up.
Before I know what’s happening, Cillian hoists me over his shoulder and walks back into the master suite where he tosses me onto the bed. Before I have a chance to move, he crawls over me and settles his hips between my legs. Reaching down, he grips his cock and rubs it up and down through my swollen flesh, while holding his weight up on one straightened arm.
“Are you too sore?” he chokes out. “Is all of this too much?”
“Never.” I grip his face.
Cillian runs his hand down my thigh, then underneath my knee to bring my leg up around his hip. Slowly he kisses down my throat to my breasts, sucking my nipple hard between his teeth. My back arches off the bed as he moves lower and his tongue swipes through my folds.
Reaching up, he links his fingers with mine and our eyes lock. The intimacy of the moment nearly overwhelms me. My eyes begin to water when his tongue lashes deep, long licks on my clit. My thighs begin to shake and tears spill down my cheeks.
“Ahhh, baby.” He stills to calm me. “I know .”
I nod and squeeze his hand, unable to articulate words. Cillian moves back up and cages my head with his arms, and with one hard lunge he’s buried inside me to the hilt. He sucks in a breath, closes his eyes and remains still for a while. His eyelids twitch and blink open, I see a depth of love that permeates my entire soul.
“ Mo shíorghrá —I love you, baby.” Cillian’s voice breaks and his eyes mist over a bit too.
I thread my fingers through his hair and bring his lips to mine. “I love you too. Everything about you. I love everything about us .”
He nods and circles his hips, then pulls out and pushes back in. He repeats the motion and increases the pace in slow increments until I can’t take it anymore. I grab his ass and purr, “Faster. Harder.”
“Like this?” Cillian nips my neck and slams back into me .
He rolls his hips into me hard, the bed sounds like it’s going to break as it hits the wall. “ Yesssss ,” I groan as I run my hands over his muscled body.
Our kisses turn aggressive. We claw and grope and fuck with every last ounce of energy.
Thrashing my head from side to side, I scream at the top of my lungs as my orgasm rips from my body. Cillian reaches around and grips my ass hard, pulling me up to meet him every time he thrust against me. One, two, three hard lunges later and I feel his hot release fill me.
“ Fuuuuuuuuck .” He holds me against him.
I’m a noodle. Completely spent.
He rolls us over and positions me on top of him as his cock pulses inside me. Our breathing is labored for a while, but eventually we both settle down and he slips from my body.
At some point, I’m somewhat coherent again and I notice the room is bathed in the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. The world outside is waking up but here in this suite, time seems to have stopped. Cillian and I lie tangled in each other’s arms, our bodies still humming from the intensity of our reunion.
He did, indeed, fuck me until morning.
Cillian’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. “Ivy,” he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. “I truly never thought we’d have this again. ”
“Neither did I.” I look up at him, my heart swelling with love. “But here we are. It feels…right.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I missed you so much. Every day without you felt like a piece of me was missing.”
“ Yeah .“ Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “I always thought about you and wondered if you were okay. If you were happy.”
He tightens his hold on me, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. “I wasn’t. Not in the least. I hit rock bottom, truth be told and I’m not proud of how far I sunk. I meant what I said the other day. My drinking got bad. Really bad. I nearly made the same mistakes as my father.”
“You told me in the car. I was shocked and not sure what to say. I’ve wondered if the way things ended between us pushed you over the edge.” I slide down to the mattress and face him.
He turns to his side, shaking his head firmly. “Before we met I was on a slippery slope. A shot here. A few drinks there. For a long time I told myself it took the edge off. We split up and it evolved into taking the pain away. Then I couldn’t function without it. A fucked-up natural progression. Losing you gave me the excuse to drink more until I was downing a bottle every night alone in my loft. I missed family events. Missed a crucial planning meeting. Your dad nearly fired me. ”
“Is that how you realized you needed help?” I search his eyes, recalling my dad mentioning Cillian messing up.
“It should have been.” He looks away and winces. “Later that night after your dad threatened my job I was falling-down drunk when my da and brother, Brennan, found me and intervened. They convinced me to go to rehab. I was there for a month. Da took over the job for a bit. He told your father I had a minor health issue.”
“Oh, baby.” I feather kisses along his jaw. “I can’t even picture you like that. It never occurred to me you’d be susceptible to alcoholism. It seems out of character. Aside from our night at Kells and a glass of whiskey here and there, I don’t remember you drinking much at all.”
“I never drank around you because, except on the night we met, you didn’t really indulge. Besides, we were naked most of the time we were together. After you left, though, I more than made up for it. Doubled then tripled down.” He swallows hard and traces my eyebrow with his finger. “I’ve been sober for a year now. I’m serious about my sobriety—I go to meetings, have a sponsor, and I take things one day at a time. Before we get too deep, you need to know what you’re getting into. I won’t drink again, I can’t. Not with my family history.”
My heart aches for his struggle and strength. “I’m proud of you for facing it and getting help. ”
“It doesn’t make you want to run screaming?” His eyes search mine. “You’re a beautiful twenty-one-year-old woman with the world at your feet. I’m a thirty-five-year-old recovering alcoholic. It doesn’t paper out.”
I absorb the vulnerability and fear in his expression. “No, Cillian, it doesn’t make me want to run screaming.” I cup his face gently. “I know you. From my own experience and everything my father’s told me over the years, you’re a stand-up guy You’ve fought your demons and have come out stronger. You’re a guy who’s turned a successful business into a formidable company. You love your family and treat your workers with respect and kindness. You always make me feel seen and understood like no one else ever has. Our age difference, your past—none of it matters to me. It never did. What matters is who you are as a person and how much we love each other.”
“I know I’ve already apologized, but I’ll say it again. It haunts me how I pushed you away so cruelly. Made you feel like you weren’t enough.” He lets out a deep breath. “It was wrong and if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“And I’ll never lie to you again.” I press closer and wedge my leg between his. “We’ve both made mistakes and it’s time to let them go. Let’s focus on our future. ”
We bask in each other’s arms, lost in our own thoughts. The seriousness of what we’ve discussed settles over us, but there’s a sense of peace too. I feel his heartbeat against my cheek, steady and reassuring, and I know we’re ready to face whatever comes next.
“Cillian, I’d like to tell my parents about us soon.” I trace “ I love you ” on his chest. “I don’t want to start this new chapter with secrets.”
He nods thoughtfully, his hand gently caressing my shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t want to hide anything either. I’m worried about how they’ll react, though. Especially since your dad’s my biggest client. If he finds out I’m the man from back then…it’ll be a blow. He may never accept me.”
“True,” I admit, feeling the tension. My dad and I have come far but I’ve only been home for a few weeks. “At the same time, my mom and I are closer than ever. Maybe I should tell her and see what she thinks.”
Cillian kisses the side of my face. “Let’s do it sooner rather than later. I’ve been jealous as hell at the idea of you loving another man. Seeing you cuddled up with Pierlo at the party—it nearly drove me insane. I want us to be exclusive. Hopefully I’m not going to freak you out when I say…this is forever.”
“It doesn’t freak me out because I feel the same way. And, don’t think I haven’t felt the same. The thought of the other women you’ve been with after me…I cried myself to sleep too many times to count.” I look up into his eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone else. I couldn’t .”
His eyes widen in surprise and relief. “It’s probably selfish of me to say, ‘thank God.’” He kisses me. “You need to know, I haven’t been with anyone either. There’s no way I could get it up for anyone else. I knew you were the one the second I saw you.”
We sit in silence for a moment, processing the revelations. I’m shocked and happy.
“Maybe I should tell my parents everything. Lay it all out from start to finish so they know how serious we are. This isn’t some fling—it’s real and I don’t want to spend another night without you.” I sit up and lean into him.
He cups my breast and thumbs my nipple. “If that’s the plan, we should do it together. They need to see how committed I am to you.”
“About the future…” I swing my leg over his waist to straddle him and grip his half-hard cock. “I know what I want.” I stroke up and down his length until he’s fully erect. “I want a family. A life with you.” I guide him inside me.
He grins and rests his hands on my hips as I gyrate against him until my clit hits his pelvic bone. His eyes shine with love. Determination. “That’s it, baby. Find your spot.”
“Can we do this every day?” I gasp as he thrusts up from under me and pinches my nipples. “I’m addicted to your cock.”
Cillian laughs. “Sure, first you need to move in with me, then I want to marry you.” He reaches between us and presses a palm against my flat stomach. “And someday, I want to watch our babies grow in here.”
“If you’re serious.” I flatten my palms against his abs and rock against him. “We’ll have it all. And a lifetime of this.” I squeeze around his cock. “I’m insatiable for you.”
As our bodies meld, I know what we have is rare. Worth nurturing. I’ll do anything to protect our love.
Ivy Bright isn’t a na?ve teenage girl anymore. I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions and stand by them with conviction.
My dad might be angry about our past deception, but I’m not going to hide from my truth.
Cillian and I know we belong to each other and nothing—and no one—will keep us apart ever again.