Chapter 6
IVY
We kept making out as he fingered me, and I felt my body relax more and more with each thrust of his fingers. When he pulled away, he looked at me with so much passion in his eyes. His eyelids were lowered, and the tip of his tongue came out to lick his bottom lip.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded, and I did as I was told.
He lifted his hand, then slid the two fingers he just fingered me with into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around them, keeping my eyes on his as I sucked.
“Goddamn,” he murmured, watching me closely before pulling out his fingers, and kissing me again. When he pulled back, his pupils were wide. “You taste like heaven,” he said.
I couldn’t judge that. I never tasted myself, or anyone else.
But I wanted to taste him.
“I can give you a blowjob,” I said, my voice way too quiet.
He smiled and shook his head, cupping my face with both hands. “No, baby, we’ll save that for another time. I wanna truly cherish having your mouth around my cock for the first time. Right now, I want to make you feel good.”
I eyed him for a moment, wondering how any man could ever say no to a blowjob. Then again, Will wasn’t just any man. He was special. So fucking special.
“Okay,” was all I could say.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, then peeled his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy against his abdomen. My eyes went wide. “Jesus,” I breathed. “How is that…” I didn’t finish the sentence.
His grin was cocky. “It’ll fit. I promise.” His thumb traced my cheekbone, and then he was kissing me again, deeper, hungrier, like he couldn’t get close enough. He was between my legs, guiding himself to my entrance with one hand while the other was placed on my hip with reassurance.
I held my breath as the head of his cock slid against me, slick and hot and terrifying, but I wanted it, wanted him, more than I ever wanted anything in my life.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised me.
He watched my face, every micro-expression, as he pressed in an inch, then another, stretching me. It stung, but it was good, and I felt myself get even wetter, my body eager to accommodate him.
“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I said. “I want all of you.” My voice cracked a little on the last word.
He groaned, his control visibly slipping as he thrust inside, filling me completely. My entire body arched off the table and he steadied me, hands gentle but firm, holding me together while I shattered around him.
I cried out, tilting my head back more before looking up at him again.
“Holy fuck…so tight,” he ground out, pressing his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good.”
He moved slow, every stroke measured and deliberate, making sure I felt every ridge and vein. The pain faded, replaced by a full, sweet ache that built into something better. He kissed me through it, one hand tangled in my hair, the other massaging my clit in steady circles.
“Will,” I whimpered, nails digging into his back. “Harder. Please.”
He growled and obliged, hips snapping into me with more force, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the studio. The table creaked beneath us. I wanted him deeper, wanted him everywhere, wanted to be ruined and rebuilt by this man.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped in my ear, biting my earlobe. “I want you to come for me, Ivy. Can you do that?” His thumb on my clit never stopping its rhythm.
I nodded frantically, vision going white at the edges. “Yes, yes, don’t stop, please—” The orgasm hit like a wave, pulling me under. He kept moving, fucking me through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was twitching beneath him.
He stayed buried inside of me as for a while, leaning in to kiss me hard and deep, before he pulled out and moved me off the table.
“Turn around,” he demanded. “I need to see that ass bounce for me.”
His words never ceased to surprise me. He had such a dirty mouth, and I loved it.
He turned me around and bent me over the table, with one hand gripping the back of my neck while the other led his cock back into my pussy.
He thrusted into me harder this time, and I moaned louder, loving how he felt even better in this position.
His grip on my neck tightened just enough to make me lose my mind, his other hand spread my cheeks as he watched himself disappear into me over and over.
“Look at you,” he said, voice gone jagged. “Goddamn beautiful.”
He pushed my head down so my cheek pressed to the table. Every inch of him, every slap of our bodies, every filthy thing he growled at me made my body react instantly.
“You were made for this,” he said, fucking me harder. “You were fucking made for me. No one’s ever going to fuck you like this. No one but me.” I believed his words, and I loved his obsessive side.
I could feel myself start to tighten again, the pressure mounting, and he seemed to sense it too.
“That’s it, Ivy,” he panted, squeezing my ass. “Come for me again. I want to feel it. Milk my cock, baby, just like that.”
His words pushed me over the edge without a warning.
I screamed as I came, my legs shaking, my arms barely holding me up. He kept going, even rougher now, like he was chasing something in me he needed to catch, and when he finally pulled out he groaned, “Don’t move.”
I stayed as I was, face down, ass up, while he fisted his cock and stroked himself, breathing heavy, until he finished all over my back, heat pooling and dripping down my spine. He watched it happen, watched himself paint my skin.
Before he helped me up, he used a towel to clean my back. Once I stood in front of him, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body. I let my body melt against his chest. His skin was warm, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek.
He kissed the top of my head first, then my forehead, then finally my lips, slowly, like he had all the time in the world. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was grounding. Real.
“You’re mine,” he whispered against my mouth.
The words didn’t sound hostile.
They weren’t a threat or a claim made out of pride. They felt like a promise. A vow holding all the words we hadn’t yet spoken.
I looked up at him, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I had to guard my heart. His eyes searched mine, soft but sure, and when he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I leaned into his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.