32. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
I vy
Brody opens our bedroom door and holds out a hand, ushering me in.
“Thank you, my lord.” I dip my head playfully and return the gesture with a smile.
The dinner tonight was more than I expected. I’m still pumped about it. The location, the food, and most of all, the company.
I turn around and face him. “Thank you, Brody. For tonight. I had a great time.”
A smile plays on his lips. “Me too.”
Silence builds between us. I want to say more, but the words just won’t come.
“I’ll go” —I stab two thumbs toward the bathroom— “and get out of these.”
Brody only nods.
Nerves flutter in my belly as I lock myself in the bathroom and take off my coat. Everything, from my made-up face to my sultry red dress, looks unlike me in the best way possible. Looking harried became my default in past weeks, but for a few hours today, I felt pretty.
Nancy was a godsend, going out of her way to find a date-worthy outfit from a clothing store in town on short notice. Our mission to find one dress turned into a haul. Of shoes and purses, too! I loved every minute of it. It was nice to dress up, be out, and pretend the past month of my life wasn’t a mess.
This has been the best night in... forever. Unfortunately, it’s ending. Who knows what will come tomorrow? Considering my track record, another problem.
I snatch a make-up wipe and clean the foundation and powder off my face. Then another to rid my eyes of the dark liner. And finally, one to clean off my lips.
I’m back to being regular Ivy. Not the one who enjoys being wined and dined in a fancy restaurant with a gorgeous man. Just the one with a truckload of issues and no solace.
A startling realization hits me. I’m not ready to return to my depressing reality. Even if for a night, I just want to pretend nothing else exists. Just Brody and me, and the sparks lit up between us.
I’m unsure where his head is tonight, but there’s only one way to find out.
I fluff out my hair and pull down the straps of my dress. They hang lower, bringing down the neckline with them. Satisfied, I turn around and head back to the room.
My steps falter as I walk in. Brody sits on the armchair, his legs spread out and his arms hanging loosely by his side. He’s gotten rid of his jacket, revealing strong arms my body yearns to be wrapped up in. His chiseled jawline is set, and icy gray eyes find mine.
Sweet will never be used to describe him. Powerful, yes. Striking, yes. Intimidating, of course. Never sweet. But I won’t have it any other way.
I find the courage to close the distance between us. If I want what I need, I can’t be timid. I come so close I’m standing between his legs. His chin tips up so his eyes don’t leave mine.
My belly swims as I turn around. “Help me. With the zipper.”
If he remembers I didn’t need help with it earlier, he doesn’t say it. In fact, he doesn’t say much of anything for a full minute, and I’m shaking in my heels with nerves.
Then. “Sit.”
I quickly do as I’m told, perching on the edge of his lap.
Brody rumbles a sound, and then strong hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back into him. His warmth and muscular frame surround me, but those don’t make me pause.
I feel him. His hard flesh digs into the skin of my ass, and a quickening starts in my core. I hold still, pretending I don’t feel or want it.
He brushes my hair off my nape with one hand still on my waist. The light touches he leaves have me shivering.
“Just the zipper, Ivy?” His warm breath ghosts on my back. “Or did you want something else?”
Something soft presses between my shoulder blades. A kiss. The knowledge brings on a swift tremor that makes me lose my breath.
“Just the zipper,” I gasp.
“Liar.” His hand flattens on my back and travels down my spine to my waist. Then he cups my hip. Roughly.
The shock of the motion makes me jump, bouncing slightly on his hardening cock.
A groan sounds behind me, and immediately after, “Do it again.”
I brace my hands on his knees and rock back into him.
“Good girl.” He holds my hips for a few seconds, showing me just how to work my ass on him.
Then he leaves me to it and resumes exploring my body with bold, audacious hands. Going everywhere. Caressing everything.
Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch, and very soon, I’m panting and pleading to be touched where it matters most.
Brody doesn’t disappoint. He trails his hands up my thighs, making my dress bunch higher. His forehead meets my back as he massages the inside of my thighs. “Legs. Wider.”
Moaning, I open myself for his touch, still getting as much friction as I can from his turgid length.
He takes the room I give, and his hands move up. Now, at the junction of my thighs, he feels me up, making me languid with want but not entirely taking the pleasure higher.
I take matters into my hands, grinding against him in a manner that allows my clit to brush his fingers.
A cry leaves my lips, and my tension tightens my lower back.
“Jesus. Ivy.” He keeps still and allows me to rub myself on his fingers. “You need it that much?”
“What do you think?” The edge in my voice is softened by my whimpers.
But thankfully, he understands my need. Wasting no time, he brushes aside the flimsy underwear and places a stiff thumb on my clit.
“Rub yourself all over it, baby. Make yourself come.”
As if waiting for permission, pleasure sings through my body, and I work harder, faster, rubbing my clit all over his thumb.
“Fuck,” he growls behind me. Then he slips two fingers past my soaked slit and into my needy pussy.
Tears gather at the edge of my vision as my pleasure swells. I pant and whine, every motion dragging me to completion.
Brody cheers me on, telling me how sexy he thinks I am as I fuck myself all over his fingers. Then he asks for my juices. “Get my fingers all wet, baby. I want to taste what I do to you. Give me that much.”
I have no choice but to let go. Pleasure explodes inside me, and I throw my head back, rolling my hips as quickly as I can, trying to stretch the feeling. It feels too good, and I don’t want it to end.
Brody stays with me as I whine and tremble. He absorbs the weight of my frame once I collapse against him, satisfied.
“Good girl.” He plants a kiss on my neck. “Did that feel good?”
I nod, unable to speak.
“Good.” His hand rides up my neck and wraps around my throat. “Because it’s only the beginning.”
He twists me around and plunges his tongue into my mouth. I’m not given a moment to catch on or find my stride. Brody kisses me with such strength and intention, owning my every breath and whimper.
“Brody,” I whimper.
“I know, baby. Up.” He pushes me upright. “Turn around. Fuck. You look all sexed up and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He undoes his zipper and takes out his cock, giving it a rough squeeze while looking at me.
My thighs press together as my mouth waters. I’m not sure which one I want first. Him between my legs or him in my mouth.
Brody chooses for me. “Come and sit on it.”
My pussy drips at the sight of the precum beading on the tip. I can’t get on fast enough. Brody pulls his knees together, allowing me to climb and straddle him.
“Look at that,” he groans.
I look down, and shame warms my cheek. I try to close my legs, but the muscular ones separating mine prevent it.
“Don’t even dare.” Brody snatches the hem of my dress and pulls it higher, exposing my wet, dripping flesh. “Fucking hell.” He runs a thumb up and down my wet slit through my panties.
My back curves, and I fall forward. My pussy inevitably rests on the hand, palming his hard cock.
He covers my ass cheeks with a firm hand and grinds my pussy on his cock while stroking himself at the same time. The wild sight makes me delirious with need.
“I want you inside me, Brody,” I say against his ear. “Please.”
“Of course.” Fingers pull aside the crotch of my panties. “Anything for you, Ivy.” And then he feeds his cock into my pussy, inch by girthy inch.
I close my eyes and will myself to relax. This is what I want. The stretch feels good.
Then his hips come off the chair, and he plunges inside. My breath leaves my lungs as I scream to the ceiling.
Oh, my goodness.
“Look at me, Ivy.” Brody cups my face and brings my eyes to meet his. “Look at me as I fuck you.” He thrusts in, and my eyes go blind again, but he taps my cheek. “At me. Here.”
I keep my eyes on him as he moves in and out. Slowly. At first, I’m merely a body to be filled. But as I keep watching him, I understand his pace. I become a participant, moving along with him, owning his pleasure as he owns mine.
Our eyes stayed glued on each other, wrapped in each other.
“Oh, Ivy.” He pushes the hair from my face and cups my cheeks tenderly. “There’s nothing like this. No one like you.”
My heart flips in my chest. I thought we were fucking. But now, I’m not so sure. A foreign feeling, new and unnerving, sweeps through me. And I’m touching Brody, too. I’m feeling him. His firm, muscular shoulders. His soft, full head of hair. The bristly, low-cut beard on his face.
His hands wrap around my back, and he kisses me slowly. Then his lips trail my neck, my collarbone. He nudges me backward until my hair brushes my ass. Then he pulls my neckline down and takes my freed nipple in his mouth.
I come apart then, pleasure sweeping through me. Brody’s feverish groans come immediately after, his length throbbing inside me. Our combined orgasms only serve to notch up the height of the passion. Our sounds of pleasure mix as our heavy breaths do, and we stay that way until our breathing calms down.
Then Brody rests his head on my chest, exhaling roughly. “What was that?”
I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead. “I don’t know, but I liked it.”
He chuckles softly. “Me too.”
I ease off him and turn around. “Zipper now. For real.”
We both get undressed and share a warm shower together. I imagined the atmosphere would be awkward after our heated embrace, but no. We only fall into each other more, unable to separate as we kiss and touch through the shower and back into bed.
Brody spoons me, resting his surprisingly hard cock on my ass. A pleasant surprise. I part my legs, allowing him entry. He sinks in on a soft groan and fills me up. His motions are slow and unhurried. Like we have the entire time in the world to ourselves.
I know that’s false, and the knowledge threatens to take me out of the moment. But Brody, sensing I’m distracted, wraps his hand around my midriff and plays with my nipples while kissing my neck and sucking gently.
There’s no room for thoughts when I’m being pleasured like this. The future can wait. I’ll have this moment.
I rock back into him, letting out every whimper and cry, letting him know how good it feels. He works himself into me, faster and faster, until his motions turn jerky, and he can barely complete a full thrust. Fingers find my clit, strumming rapidly until I come on his cock, and he fills me with his cum.
We sink into the sheets, boneless with satisfaction. Brody’s arm keeps me strapped to his chest all night long.