For His Pleasure (Virgin Territory)

1. Ivy Tremaine

CHAPTER ONE

IVY TREMAINE

My man was looking so damn fine in his five-piece suit.

Watching him stroll down the aisle had my panties soaking wet.

Standing at six feet even, he was a tall glass of lawd have mercy!

The glasses. The tattoos. The body. My sexy little nerd.

Alas, I was torturing myself lusting after him.

Declan was everything I could ever want.

He was sweet, funny, caring and so loving.

The only complaint I had was that he wouldn’t fuck me.

I met him nine months ago and we’d been a couple for six. Even as sexy as I found him, Declan was painfully shy. I believed he had some insecurities, and while I respected him, I didn’t understand why. His personality alone made him attractive.

I was the aggressor in our relationship.

I was the one to approach him and ask him out.

It took this man a whole month to really kiss me.

He’d give me a few pecks here and there or the sweetest forehead kiss, but I wanted him to slob me down.

I taught him how to kiss me and since then, he’d quickly caught on. Now sex… that was a different story.

He seemed nervous as fuck any time I touched him. I knew he wanted me because his dick responded every time I brushed up against him or guided his hands over my curves. He said he wanted our first time to be special and natural.

I respected that but my pussy was in a fucking frenzy when she was denied. Over the last six months, I’d put my toys to use so much, I knew they were sick of me. My body craved the real thing. I liked Declan. I loved him. He gave me everything I needed except what I wanted most.

He hadn’t even let me suck his dick and I loved to be on the giving end. It wasn’t just for his pleasure, it was for mine too. Something about a nigga busting down my throat just made my pussy wetter than Niagara Falls. I knew he had to be backed up and I wanted all that shit.

Sighing, I turned my attention back to the rest of the wedding party. Everyone was standing at the altar, awaiting his mother’s descent down the aisle. Ms. Chambers was getting married for the second time. Declan’s father passed away when he was ten. He was so excited that she’d found love again.

The smile on his face as she made her way to the altar was beautiful, and when that tear slipped from his eye, I just wanted to run and hug him. He was a pure, sensitive soul, always doing for others. That’s what I loved most about him. He was so unselfish… except with the dick.

His eyes passed over the crowd until they landed on me. I blew him a kiss, causing him to blush as he smiled.

“Is tonight finally going to be the night?” my best friend, Kiely, asked, nudging me.

I warned her with, “Don’t start.”

“I’m just asking. I know your coochie is crying for that man.”

I rolled my eyes. My friends didn’t understand my attraction to Declan.

Sure, they said he was cute, but they didn’t see it beyond that.

My girls were attracted to hood niggas with big dicks and problems. I’d pass on that.

Give me soft love. Love that ain’t rooted in toxicity, bad decisions, and regret.

I didn’t do drama. I didn’t argue with bitches over some dick, and I didn’t do bitches coming to me as a woman.

Have that man, sis. I’ll take my chances with playing it safe.

Declan was as safe as I could get. I’d made up in my mind that I was going to try tonight.

The worse he could tell me was no and I was already used to that.

The wedding was beautiful.

I even shed a little tear here and there.

The reception was underway and Declan had finally made his way over to me. I couldn’t help but smile as he reached my table with his hand outstretched. I hadn’t seen him since yesterday, so I was itching to get my hands on him.

“Princess.”

I loved when he called me that. It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it—deep… commanding my pussy’s full attention. He didn’t even recognize the effect it had on me.

“Baby,” I greeted him.

“You look beautiful,” he said, pulling me to my feet.

He leaned in and kissed me sweetly, leaving me swooning where I stood.

“Thank you, my love.”

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in close. His cheeks instantly had a red tint to them. He wasn’t big on public displays of affection.

“You look so sexy in this suit,” I said with my eyes trailing him.

“I look alright. You make me look good.”

“Why do you always downplay yourself, Declan? I said you look sexy because you do. You have to start giving yourself credit, baby. I want you to feel as good about yourself as you make me feel.”

He smiled, cupping my face. “I appreciate you, Princess. More than you know.” He kissed my forehead. “Come dance with me.”

The sound of Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together” played through the speakers.

His mother and stepfather were in the middle of the dance floor, doing their little two step along with a few other guests.

Declan pulled me out onto the dance floor, instantly falling in step with them.

My baby had a nice little rhythm about him.

He swayed and spun me around effortlessly before pulling me back into his arms. The smile on my face was wide. I loved dancing with him. Sometimes when we were alone, he’d dance me around his living room.

It was the only time he allowed me this close to him without him being nervous. We danced to a few slow songs before his oldest brother, Rodney, came over with a drink in his hand, probably Hennessy because he drank that shit like water.

“I see you out here with your fine ass lady, Dec,” he said, shoving the drink in his direction. “How you doing, Ivy?”

“I’m fine, Rodney.”

“What’s up with your friend?”

“Go ask her and leave me and my man alone.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “My bad. I just wanted to give this lil’ nigga a drink so he can loosen up a bit once the real party starts.”

“You know he doesn’t drink,” I said, taking the drink from Declan’s hand and gulping it down.

“Ooh, that Henny gon’ have you on demon time tonight,” Rodney said laughing.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Declan asked, glaring at him.

“Let me get outta yo’ way. Enjoy yourself, bruh.”

He slapped Declan on the back and headed over to where Kiely sat, scrolling through her phone.

“Your brother is a mess,” I said.

“At least you didn’t have to grow up with him.”

“Thank God for that.”

As the song finished, I saw Rodney head to the DJ booth with Kiely in tow.

After a brief exchange, the DJ nodded his head and they left the booth, migrating to the dance floor.

When Quavo and Yung Miami’s “Scrub the Ground” came on, the dance floor flooded with partygoers, young and old.

It was easy to tell who was reliving their Freaknik days.

I didn’t even think twice when I turned around and started twerking my ass on Declan. That was my song and we were having a good time. It wasn’t until his cousins started hyping it up did I catch the look of embarrassment on his face.

“Throw that thang back on him!”

“You better catch that, Dec!”

“Get’em, Ivy!”

Feeling the hardness growing in his pants, I understood his embarrassment. He didn’t like to draw attention to himself. I immediately stopped dancing when he walked o! the dance floor and out of the venue. Heaving a heavy sigh, I went after him.

“Declan!” I called, running up to him. I stood in front of him with my hands on his chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I got a little carried away.”

“It’s not you, Princess. I love dancing with you, it’s just…”

“You don’t like the attention. I know.” I grabbed his hand and led him over to a bench to sit down. To my surprise, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

“Why are you with me, Ivy?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you with me? I mean, I’m sure people look at us and think you could do better. Like your friends.”

“Hey.” I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me.

“I don’t give a fuck about people. And as far as my friends, they may not see what I see in you but that is fine because you aren’t for them.

They don’t get the romantic dates. They don’t get to stare into these beautiful eyes or kiss these juicy lips.

They don’t get to be loved and treated like a queen.

You’re mine. My handsome, sexy, sweet, loving, and caring man.

You do it for me, baby. That’s all you need to worry about. ”

He smiled softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. You deserve me and so much more,” I said, running my finger down his chest. “Maybe tonight we can explore more…” The smile left his face.

“Ivy…”

“Why won’t you touch me, Declan? Don’t you want me?”

“I do. You know I do. It’s just…”

“Just what? You gotta give me something, baby. It’s been six months. I’m dying over here. My body craves you…”

“Can we talk about this at home?” he asked abruptly.

I looked at him for a moment and sighed. “Are you gonna talk, or are you going to brush it o! again?”

“We’ll talk. I promise.”

“Fine.”

“I love you, Ivy.”

“I love you too.”

He kissed my lips softly. I prayed that he kept his word.

He had to give me a real response when this was all over.

I didn’t know how much longer I could take not having my needs fulfilled.

Sure, he gave me everything else and sex wasn’t a deal breaker, but it was important.

I had a healthy sexual appetite. It wasn’t wrong to want to share that with my man.

The reception was over and we were finally heading home.

I was tired as hell and a little tipsy. To add to that, I was horny as fuck.

Declan had come out of his jacket, tie, and shirt, wearing just a wife beater.

The slight flex of his muscles as he maneuvered the wheel had me wanting his hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing ever so gently.

Who was I kidding? I wanted this man so bad, everything he did turned me on.

He could slurp his drink through a straw and my clit throbbed like it was his mouth on me.

As I sat in the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but eye him.

The ride back was quiet, though he held my hand the entire time, lightly kissing it every now and then.

Though I wanted to be upset, it was hard because he was so sweet.

I don’t think we’d ever even had a real argument.

He didn’t yell, curse at me, or disrespect me.

He spoke to me gently and with great concern if problems ever arose.

The man was truly one in a million. I knew what I had and I’d be a fool to let it go over something that could be resolved with a conversation.

When we pulled up at his condo, he parked and came around to open my door.

After helping me out, he led me inside, stopping to take off my shoes.

He knew I loved the feel of his carpet under my feet.

“I know you’ve been patient with me, Princess,” he said as he unhooked my straps and slipped the first heel off.

“You’ve stayed around longer than any other woman and allowed me to love you at my own pace.

I appreciate you, baby.” He slipped off my other heel and stood with them in his hands.

“I promise, I’ll tell you everything. I just wanna shower first.”

“Okay.”

He kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs to

his bedroom. I gathered my things and headed to the shower in his guest room. While I wouldn’t mind showering with him, I’d long ago decided not to tease myself like that. Stripping down, I jumped into the shower. As I lathered my body, I tried to think of the reason he wouldn’t touch me.

The first thing my friends had asked me was, is he gay?

The thought never crossed my mind and I didn’t entertain it when they said it.

They took his quiet, shy demeanor out of context and I let them know not to ever disrespect him like that again.

Maybe he felt he was inadequate. I couldn’t fathom why because as many times as I brushed my ass up against his dick, I knew he was working with a monster.

Maybe he didn’t think he could keep up with me. I spoke freely about my sexual experiences. I knew I had more than him and I could be pretty kinky. If that was the case, I had no problem teaching him to explore my body and his. I just needed answers.

Once I finished my shower, I moisturized my skin and dressed myself in a tank top and pajama shorts before heading back to the master bedroom.

He was still in the bathroom when I entered, so I put my things away and climbed into bed.

I’d began drifting o" to sleep when the bathroom door opened and he stepped out dressed only in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. My eyes trailed his tattooed torso.

As shy as he was, one would never guess all that was under his button downs and slacks.

He mostly kept them covered due to his job as a Senior Sta" Engineer for a reputable software company. The first time I saw him without a shirt, my mouth watered. I literally drooled a little. He didn’t show off his sexiness enough, but I was okay with that. I got to unwrap him just for me.

I shook the lustful thoughts from my head as he slid under the covers, lying on his back. Rolling onto my side, I turned to face him. He continued to stare up at the ceiling, as though he was carefully choosing his words. After about five painstakingly slow minutes, he finally turned to me.

“You know I love you, Ivy,” he said.

“I know you do.”

“If I’m being honest, you’re really my first serious girlfriend.”

That didn’t surprise me simply because of who he was but I didn’t comment.

“I was never the popular kid growing up. I mean, people didn’t fuck with me because of who my brothers are, but they weren’t friendly either.

My head was always in the books or watching anime, drawing, or deconstructing something.

I had friends, mostly from school activities and clubs, but we were like minded people.

It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a nerd. ”

“I love how smart you are, Declan. You teach me shit and you don’t make me feel bad or stupid for not knowing something. Your intelligence isn’t a turnoff.”

“I know, but it’s never helped me pull a woman either. You know how often people ask me how I pulled you?”

I frowned. I hated that shit. Different didn’t mean less desirable. They had no idea how wet my pussy got from this self-proclaimed anime loving nerd.

“Fuck people,” I said.

“I wish I had that mindset. I’ve been hearing negative things about myself for so long that I feel slightly insecure. I’ve always been afraid of getting close to women, never feeling like I was adequate enough.

Because of that I’ve… I’ve never been with a woman.”

“What?”

“I’m a virgin, Ivy.”