Chapter Seven
Ivy
His thick fingers slide in and out of my juicy wet pussy over and over as he grunts low under his breath.
I never in a million years imagined I’d be here with my brother’s best friend.
Up until this afternoon, I figured I was crazy for fantasizing about him, that he was overprotective because he had some allegiance to my brother, and that he’d never think about me the way I thought about him.
Now, I know better. Now I know he wants me as badly as I want him. That he cares.
Maybe care is a stretch.
We’re here meeting our physical needs… or whatever this is. That makes the most sense. For whatever reason, we’re into each other because it’s forbidden. That’s all. I’m pretty sure it’s a thing. There are movies and books and tons of songs all about it.
Ryker kisses the base of my spine and thrusts into me twice more before flipping me onto my back, tugging me to the edge of the bed and lifting my pussy to his face.
I watch his tongue lick over my clit as my thighs jump with every eager touch. “Fuck, you’re trouble,” he groans as he buries his face against my pussy, breathing me in, lapping me up, growling like an animal.
He’s so big, so strong, so much older than me, and not afraid of taking charge and making me a priority.
My legs swing up onto his back as he tucks his face in deeper, moaning as he eats me up. I’m in heaven. No, I’m somewhere else entirely. Somewhere naughtier. Somewhere way more fun. A place no one speaks of. A place I’ve never heard of until now.
It’s euphoric!
My toes curl as his teeth scrape against my virgin pussy. “You like that, don’t you?” he growls as he comes up for air then digs in again, poking his tongue against my opening before flicking it up and over my clit.
My entire body is on fire!
I lean my hips up into his face and grind against his beard, desperate for every bit of him. “I love it! You’re so good at that.”
He licks me harder and faster, with more pressure on my clit.
I’m not sure I’m going to hold out much longer, but I know without a doubt I want him spreading me open.
I need it. I need to feel the pain of his hard cock stretching me wide.
I need to lose my virginity to this massive, older man.
This man who knows how to touch me, how to talk to me, how to treat me.
“Fuck me,” I whimper as he flattens his tongue against my clit and leans up.
“Don’t talk like that.”
“Why?” I pant, looking down between my legs. “It’s what I want.”
He growls low and kisses the inside of my thigh as he drags his rough hand up over my stomach, onto my swollen breasts, and finally my throat. His lips hang over mine, the scent of my pleasure on his breath, sweet and salted. “If I fuck you, you’re mine, and we both know that can’t happen.”
I can feel his hard cock inside of his jeans as it presses against my leg, while his biceps flex at my sides.
I reach up and around his back, pulling his heavy weight closer to me. I want to feel him, all of him, every pound. “Who says I can’t be yours? We have today.”
His hot mouth presses into mine, and suddenly, every action we’d been taking turns to more. He growls as the kiss deepens, his big hands in my hair, on my throat, tracking my pulse.
“I need you for more than today. I want you for real, Ivy. I want a life with you. I can’t sink into you once, pretending that’s enough. It’s not. I know that. I’ve known that.”
I’m not sure if his words are meant as a warning or a dare. Either way, I take the bait and kiss him harder. I kiss him harder and I unbuckle his jeans, tugging them to the ground with the tips of my toes as I pant and moan against the lobe of his ear.
His beard scratches soft against my face, his breath warm. “I don’t have a condom.”
For a moment, I think over the repercussions of my actions. What if I got pregnant? What if I got an STD? What if I got pregnant and an STD?
All of that is ridiculous. I trust Ryker. I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Besides that, I know he’s been alone for the better part of the time we’ve known each other.
“I don’t care,” I pant as his cock springs free from his jeans and presses warm and heavy against the inside of my thigh.
“Christ. You’re killing me,” he growls low as he steps out of his jeans and lifts my leg against his shoulder, kissing my ankle gently as he stares down at my face. “What if it hurts? I’m not as gentle as I’d like to be.”
“Make it hurt, Ryker. I want you to spread me wide and fill me up.”
His breath shutters, and though the head of his penis rests against my entrance, I feel the turmoil he’s struggling with.
“Fucking hell.”
“Please, fuck me!” I beg again and again. “I need to feel you.”
“God damn it.” He thrusts inside of me hard and fast, spreading my tight, little cunt, a satisfied growl leaving his lips while his eyes roll back. “Damn,” he sighs against my leg, lifting my hips with the other to screw me harder, “you’re so fucking tight.”
My sopping pussy squeezes around his cock, the sound of our bodies slapping merging with the music we were playing at dinner, echoing through the house. This whole thing is the most surreal experience I’ve had in my life.
How am I here? How is this happening? How is a grown man this attractive, this big, this… well-endowed, touching me, fucking me, desperate for me?
He thrusts twice more before tucking my leg behind his back, taking off his shirt in the process. His hard chest glistens with salt and pepper hair, as he leans forward against my swollen breasts and kisses my lips.
Holy hell!
“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” I pant. It’s a little bit of a lie, but I don’t want him to stop. I love the way it hurts, the way it feels when he stretches me wide, the way his body molds against mine in sticky, hot pleasure. “I want more. I need you to fill me up.”
He pumps in and out of me, his hard body rocking against mine as he nibbles at my shoulders, my neck, my lips. “Oh, I’m gonna fill you to the fucking brim, trouble. Keep begging.”
I love when he calls me trouble. I love being his trouble. The naughty girl who’s always tempting his normally reserved nature.
“I need your come,” I pant as he rocks me back and forth, his muscles flexing. “I need every little bit of your seed.”
“Christ,” he grunts as he thrusts harder. “You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel your little pussy squeezing me tight. Spread your legs a little. I need some room. You’re strangling me.” His eyes flash to mine, and there’s something about this moment that takes me flying straight over the edge.
I’m not sure if it’s the animal in him, the deep rasp in his voice, or the way sweat drips off his temple onto my shoulder. All I know is that his thick cock is being strangled in my tight, little pussy and I’m about to come.
My fingertips dig into his back as I scream out, my muscles convulsing, twisting, turning, and seizing up as I release on his hard probing length.
Oh God! My eyes squeeze shut as an Earth-shattering orgasm rockets through me… and dear Lord does it feel amazing! It’s like fall and summer combined. Like ice cream on top of a hot and gooey chocolate chip cookie. Like the first rain after a hundred days of drought.
“Holy fuck.” He thrusts harder, this time haphazardly and out of control, like something has taken over him and he can’t help it. Ram after battering ram against my swollen pussy, his hard cock thrusts inside of me like a spear as flesh slaps against flesh.
“I should pull out. I shouldn’t come inside,” he pants, his thrusts rougher and faster, though I feel his intention to slow.
“No! Fill me up!”
I latch my legs around his back and squeeze him in place, desperate for his seed, desperate to be filled, desperate to know what it’s like to have his hot come dripping out of my pussy for days.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck!” He thrusts into me one final time, emptying his balls with a satisfied groan. “You’re so fucking good to me, girl!”
His face is raw and masculine, screwing up as he hollers out, his shoulders flexing, his biceps stretching, his chest tightening as he releases. I don’t know how long this goes on for, but I study every move of it, desperate to memorize every second.
As the orgasm lessens, he pumps slower and leans in toward me, his rough palm against the side of my face. “Why do I want you again already?” He leans in and kisses my mouth gently. “I lo—”
The slamming of a truck door interrupts his sentence, which really sucks because I think he might’ve been about to tell me he loves me. That, or he loathes me. I don’t know. I’ll never know, because the person who just pulled up is my brother, and I’m pretty sure we’re screwed.