CLINT
E lle swore she only gave Ivy a single gummy bear shot. I couldn’t imagine a small amount of alcohol sparked such a wild reaction from my woman.
I found myself standing in the backyard with my club brothers while the women partied on the back porch. Ivy sipped from a shot glass over the next hour while the foxes were throwing back shot after shot.
The guys had finally relaxed. My earlier warnings about Ivy had made them antsy. Only Rowdy seemed comfortable around her. Now, the other guys saw her partying with the foxes. Like me, they realized our antics wouldn’t break her.
Ivy walked over to me regularly and offered a hug. I thought she wanted reassurance. But then, she came over and patted my ass. That inspired laughter from the men, but the foxes went wild as if they’d been the ones sending her to me.
As Ivy danced around me, I warned, “Don’t let them get you into trouble.”
“In trouble with who?” she asked, smiling up at me.
Jutting my thumb at my VP, I replied, “Rock.”
Ivy looked him up and down before shrugging and walking away. The guys erupted in laughter over her lack of fear. I couldn’t help chuckling at Rock’s glaring in my direction.
“You’re just too damn pretty,” Rowdy taunted Rock. “Let me bust you in the head with some bottles and steal a little of that beauty.”
As Rock and Rowdy did more of their macho wrestling bullshit, I watched Ivy dance on the porch. I could tell she was getting tired. Soon, she ended up on the steps with Goldie and Moe.
However, someone must have slipped her more booze. By the time the streaming music turned off and sisters Dalisay and Jas joined Vanessa and Graham in a jam session outside, Ivy was rubbing against me again.
“I don’t know this song,” she said as her fingers slid under my shirt. “Is this old?”
“I think they’re singing a song by Heart.”
Ivy’s hand moved upward, and she murmured, “I want to feel your heart.”
“How drunk are you?” I asked when her fingers on my flesh made my dick painfully hard.
“I’ve only been drinking juice for the last hour,” Ivy said and shoved her hand in my back pocket. “This is all me. You have a great ass.”
The guys laughed at her flirting. If any of the foxes said this shit, they’d think nothing of it. But over the last week, many of them got the idea that Ivy was a delicate flower. They weren’t expecting her horny antics.
I lifted Ivy onto my hips and kissed her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding on tight.
I lost track of time as we made out. Ivy’s flavor stunned me like the hardest booze. There was no logic behind these feelings, which is why I trusted she belonged with me.
“Hey, there,” Elle said, forcing me to free Ivy’s lips.
I looked around to find everyone in different locations. The jam session had moved on to a new song. Hell, maybe they’d gone through a dozen. I had no idea how long Ivy and I had been making out.
“Goldie has offered her bedroom to use to work out whatever this is.”
“You know what it is,” I told my sister.
“Yeah, but I’m trying not to puke, so let me pretend to be oblivious to your boner.”
Ivy jumped down from her spot on my hips and smiled at Elle. “Where can we go?”
Elle took Ivy’s hand and walked toward the house. “When we first met, I never suspected you’d be so horny.”
“But you know what your brother looks like.”
“True, but he doesn’t give me a lady boner like he does you. I think it’s the incest issue holding back my attraction to him.”
This comment sent Ivy laughing so hard she leaned against a wall. I scooped her up and kept following Elle, despite knowing where the room was located.
“There’s only one rule,” Elle said after we entered Goldie’s room, filled with a massive collection of lava lamps. “No jizzing on the ceiling because that’d be difficult to clean afterward.”
Ivy looked up and burst into laughter again. She ended up on her ass from giggling so hard.
Elle looked at me and continued, “She isn’t drunk. Maybe a little overly relaxed, but she’s told me ‘No’ twenty times in the last hour. If she says ‘yes’ to you, take that shit to the bank.”
“Anything else?” I asked my sister, who normally didn’t need to prep me before sex.
“I know men like to shoot things, and these lava lamps make fetching targets, but don’t jizz on them, either.”
“He’s going to jizz in me,” Ivy said from the floor.
Elle nodded and winked at me. “Oh, yeah, he is.”
“Probably not.”
“What?” they said in unison, like I was a killjoy.
Shrugging, I looked around and admitted, “I don’t want our first time to happen while surrounded by lava lamps. I’m a sensitive bitch like that.”
“Lame,” Elle announced and shook her head. Walking to the door, she muttered, “Your tongue skull-fucked her in the yard, but now you’re sensitive, huh? I don’t know who raised you to be so weird. It certainly wasn’t our parents.”
As Elle tugged the door shut behind her, I looked down at Ivy.
“I want to jizz,” she said and started laughing before suddenly stopping. “Wait, are we just going to talk in here?”
Her palpable disappointment made me grin. “Do you want our first time to be in Goldie’s room?”
“Is this because you aren’t allowed to jizz on the ceiling?” Ivy taunted while using my legs to steady herself enough to stand. “Can’t you save that part for when we’re back home?”
I loved how she called the condo “home.” A week ago, I was bored in a Missouri hotel. Now, I was in love with the complicated, little blonde woman currently fondling me.
Ivy tugged up my shirt and kissed my belly.
“You’re sober, right?” I asked, stroking her head.
“Sure, probably,” she said as her lips left wet kisses along my belly before she disappeared under my shirt.
“I want to play tit for tat.”
Popping her head out of my shirt, Ivy looked up and asked, “What’s that?”
“Whatever you do to me, I do to you.”
Ivy hadn’t been able to go shirtless around me yet. I’d touched her bare skin under her clothes, but she always kept them on when we fooled around.
Rather than complain, Ivy surprised me by stroking my erection through my jeans. A groan escaped my lips, making her smile.
Ivy’s lips grazed my hard flesh before she followed suit with her tongue.
“Is that what you want me to do to you?” I asked, proud of myself for still being able to speak despite all my blood rushing from my brain to my cock.
“No, it’s just what I want to do to you,” she said and undid my front button. “It’s not a contest. I’m just horny, Clint.”
Chuckling at her tone, I lost my amusement when the zipper came down on my jeans. Ivy teased my erection through my jeans. If I wanted to stop what was happening, I needed to make a move now before my bare dick joined the party.
I looked at Ivy and tried to see the real her. Not the lost woman I saved or the fragile child she’d once been. She wasn’t as wild as she thought or as delicate as I worried. She was like most people, dreaming of being her best and fearing falling into her worst habits.
Life was a struggle. I’d already made mistakes with Ivy. But I was also the man she smiled at right now as she freed my cock with zero help from me.
Once I dropped back on the bed, Ivy tugged my jeans lower and licked her lips. Her eyes glowed with anticipation. I found myself holding my breath.
Her wet lips kissed the head of my cock as her hands gingerly took hold of my erection. I didn’t dare speak. Ivy was figuring out how to turn her ideas into reality.
Her fingers found the right grip, keeping my aching cock in place as she sucked tenderly at the tip. I wouldn’t need much more stimuli. I’d been rock hard for probably an hour at this rate. Ivy was sexy as fuck when she went wild.
Her gaze met mine as she claimed more of my cock inside her mouth. Ivy looked utterly relaxed. Her eyelids were half closed as she sucked me harder. My precum coated her tongue, making her smile.
I memorized her every lick across the head of my cock. How her lips tightened as she took me deeper. The feel of the back of her throat. How her hands stroked me with purpose.
Coming hard, I lost myself to the sensation. My mind spun with pleasure. No woman had ever made me feel this way. Since the moment we met, Ivy held power over me. Tonight, she used it to make me crazy.
I couldn’t wait until she sucked me dry. I needed a taste of her lips, wet with my pleasure. No, I wanted far more than a kiss. I was dying to taste her sweet pink slit hiding under her clothes.