Chapter 24
Wes
I replay all of the events of last night in my head as I stare up at the swirling blades of my ceiling fan.
Images of Ivy propped up on the bathroom counter, head thrown back in pleasure, and moaning the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard flash through my mind.
Her on her knees, looking up at me with tear stained cheeks.
Jesus Christ, that was the best blow job of my entire life.
I squeeze my painfully hard dick through the fabric of my briefs, and consider staying consistent with my morning routine of stroking myself until I find relief to visions of her.
But knowing Ivy is under the same roof as me, knowing everything has changed after last night, makes me hold back. I want the real thing.
My dirty thoughts quickly morph into the memory of seeing Ivy’s car in the motel parking lot. Of the sick feeling I got as I surveyed the space Ivy had been sleeping. How much she had made herself at home in that rundown, piece of shit room.
I remember the false bravado she had when she claimed to be just fine where she was, quickly followed by the glassiness of her eyes when I told her she wasn’t alone anymore, and that she was coming home with me.
I’ve already called my dad, who’s an early riser and filled him in on our new living situation.
I asked him to keep Lilah for the day until we can get Ivy settled.
He told me to let him know if I need help, but seeing that everything Ivy owns fits in that room, I told him we should be okay.
He promised not to say anything to Lilah.
I want to be the one to break that news and deliver it in a way she can understand.
“Get her out of that place, Wes. She belongs here,” my dad demands.
“I know,” I tell him
“And don’t be surprised if your mother brings you some sort of pie. She’s going to lose her mind when I tell her this,” he says around a laugh.
“You say that like you want her to lose her mind.”
“I love her all riled up.” He sighs.
“Yep, bye dad.” I hear him laugh as I end the call.
I slide out of bed, and glance at the time on my phone.
It’s still early. I hope Ivy is still sleeping.
She had a long night last night. After we got home, I carried Ivy’s bag to her bedroom and kissed her goodnight.
It took all my self control to not throw her on that bed and bury my face in her sweet pussy again.
The yawn Ivy let loose, and the heaviness of her eyes, confirmed my decision.
She tried to pull me closer, but I stepped back and insisted she needed her sleep.
I gave her one final kiss, where I couldn’t help but dip my tongue in just once for a taste.
She let out an almost imperceptible moan, and I wrenched myself away, adjusting myself in my pants.
I quickly retreated back to my room, her giggles following me all the way there.
After I shower, I slip on some shorts, and head out to the kitchen to make Ivy and I some coffee and breakfast before we go back to the motel to get her stuff. I’m flipping a piece of french toast when I hear footsteps on the hardwood.
I look over my shoulder and see Ivy standing in the arch of the hallway.
She’s rubbing her eyes, and her hair is the wildest I’ve ever seen it.
She looks like she was just brought to life by Dr. Frankenstein.
Her tiny tank top does nothing to hide her hard, gem adorned nipples, and a sliver of her stomach is showing.
Her bare, toned legs are on full display in those non-existent shorts.
She’s fucking perfect.
“Morning,” she says around a yawn.
“Good morning, beautiful. Coffee?” I ask.
She gives me a sleepy smile. “Please.”
I see her glance at the barstools at the kitchen island, then the couch, before she starts to make her way to the island with a frown. I roll my lips together to stifle my smile.
“Sit on the couch, I’ll bring it to you.”
That turns her frown into a small smile, and she changes course instantly. I watch out of the corner of my eye as she grabs the big knit blanket off of the back of the couch, and covers her entire body with it, save for her head. She snuggles deep into the corner and sighs happily.
I want to see that every damn morning.
While her cup of coffee brews, I plate our breakfast of french toast and eggs. I take our plates over to the coffee table, taking the hint that she’s not interested in leaving her cocoon. When I return with her coffee, she grabs it eagerly, nearly ripping it from my grasp.
She takes the first sip and hums in satisfaction. The sound goes straight to my dick. I sit on the couch next to her and grab my plate, leaning back against the couch cushions.
“Thank you for this,” Ivy says as she sets her coffee down and picks up her plate as well. “And for every breakfast you’ve made me. Even though it’s just your guys’ leftovers I still look forward to it. You’re a great cook.”
“Of course.” I take a bite of eggs. “Also, it’s not leftovers,” I add around a mouthful, not really wanting to give myself up, but not wanting her to think she only gets our scraps.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I made it for you.” I shrug.
“On purpose?” She giggles, but still looks a little confused.
“I’ve been making breakfast for only me and Lilah for years. I know how much food to make for two people,” I admit, reaching over and wiping powdered sugar from her chin.
She looks down at her plate sheepishly. “Oh.”
We don’t say anything, just eat in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee.
At some point, without even noticing how or when, we’ve moved closer.
Before I know it, Ivy is leaning against the arm of the couch, her legs draped over my lap, coffee mug cradled in her hands. I’m definitely not complaining.
I rest a hand on her shin, drawing slow, absentminded circles on her skin.
“When is Delilah coming home?” Ivy asks.
“My parents are going to keep her for the day so we can get your stuff, then we’ll pick her up later to go to the fair.”
“Oh, yeah. I can’t believe it’s already time for the fair,” she says.
She starts to chew on the side of her thumb, and stares into her coffee.
“Hey,” I say to get her attention, and set my cup down on the table.
“They’re thrilled you’re going to be living here. They are happy to keep her. It’s not a problem,” I assure her.
Her shoulders seem to drop a bit, and she nods.
“I don’t have that much stuff. Just a few boxes, and some more clothes. Bathroom stuff. It should fit in one trip. And I have to get my car,” she rattles off.
“I’m ready to leave when you are,” I tell her.
She nods, and sets her coffee down. “Alright, I just need to get dressed,” she says, but doesn’t make a move.
I continue to trace circles on her shin and calf, and she bites the corner of her lip. She looks like she wants to say something.
“What?” I prod.
“Did you find any use for my underwear yet?” she asks teasingly, gently nudging my leg with her foot under the blanket.
I grab her ankle before she can pull away. “Not yet. Thought about it this morning though,” I say, my voice low.
She pushes against my hold, slowly moving her foot back and forth in my lap, brushing lightly against my dick.
“Ivy,” I warn
“What?” She bats her lashes at me, giving me mock innocent, doe-eyes. She rubs her foot down harder, creating more pressure, and my dick swells rapidly.
I grip her calf, and don’t have to yank hard for her to slip down the arm of the couch to lie flat on the cushion. She squeals, surprised by her new position, and I quickly maneuver myself over her and kneel between her legs, bracing my elbow by her head, and looking down at her.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I bring my face down, only an inch from hers. I grip her thigh and wrap it around my hip, suddenly thanking past Wes for the deep as fuck couch I bought a couple years ago. Ivy and I fit perfectly on it.
She’s breathing hard now, wrapping her other leg around me, and locking her ankles at the small of my back.
“Yes,” she whispers onto my lips.
I groan, and line my cock up to her center.
I lower my hips down to hers and I feel her tilt hers up to meet mine just as I thrust. I want so badly to sink my cock into what I now know is her tight, warm, inviting pussy. If she keeps making those noises, I’m going to.
She rakes her fingers down my bare back and moans softly as I continue to rock my hips into her.
Sliding my hand off of her hip and up her body, I move up until I reach her neck, gently wrapping my hand around her entire throat, giving it a light squeeze.
Her eyes flare, and a small desperate mewl leaves her throat.
“You’re desperate for my cock aren’t you?” I say into her ear.
The sounds that come out of her make me fucking crazy. The way her body completely melts for me is such a fucking turn on. Everything with her feels so natural. So inevitable.
“Yes,” she pants.
“God damn, baby,” I say, just as breathless.
I watch as her lips pop open and her eyes go half lidded.
Using my thumb that’s on her throat to tilt her chin up, I dip my mouth down to hers, snagging her lower lip between my teeth and biting her slowly.
She tastes sweet, like syrup and coffee.
I tilt her chin further up, keeping a firm grip to ensure her neck stays extended backward.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans. “Please fuck me. Please,” she whines as she writhes on my already throbbing cock.
I lick a trail up her throat, and bite her earlobe.
Moving my hand down her body, I slip my fingers beneath the fabric between her thighs, gripping both her shorts and underwear, and yanking them to the side.
She quickly fumbles for my shorts, pushing them down as much as she can until she finally frees my dick.
She wraps her soft hand around me, and I thrust into her grip. She lightly gasps, and tightens her hold, giving me a single stroke.
“Harder, honey,” I groan into her ear.
She moans and tightens her grip even more. “Please. I need you inside me.”
I smile against the shell of her ear. “So pretty when you beg–”
Knock, knock, knock.
We both freeze. We don’t move a fucking muscle. She pants softly, still wiggling. I grip her shorts harder, and drop my head into the crook of her neck.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Noooo,” she whines.
I take a deep breath of her sweet addictive scent, trying to calm myself. A rumble of pure fucking irritation rips from my throat, and I think about just ignoring whoever the hell is at my door ruining my morning. But deep down, through my lust fogged brain, I know I can’t.
Her shoulders start to shake, and when I lift my head to look at her face, I see that she’s laughing. Scowl firmly in place, I try to stay annoyed, but her smile is contagious. I drop my forehead to hers and huff a laugh.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I rasp.
She tilts her head up and gives me a soft kiss, just as the knocking sounds again.
“I have to get it,” I tell her, and she nods.
“I know. Go,” she whispers.
Just in case it’s something about Lilah I need to answer the door. I lift my shorts back up, and gingerly lift myself off of Ivy. She takes all of me in, her gaze lingering on my very evident erection tenting my shorts.
“This couch is cursed,” she says through a laugh, shaking her head, and sitting up.
“Next time, my room. No couch kissing allowed,” I say, clenching my jaw
She gives me a broad smile as I tuck my dick into the waistband of my shorts.
When I stride over to the front door, I look over my shoulder and see Ivy walking down the hall to her bedroom.
She calls out to me, telling me she’s going to get dressed, and I rip the door open that just began knocking again.
Before I can even greet my sister, or tell her to go away, she’s pushing past me.
“Come on in,” I say dryly.
“You were supposed to call me when you found Ivy!” she shouts, pointing her finger in my face.
I lift my hand, and lower the finger back down to her side.
“Yeah, sorry. Got a little sidetracked,” I tell her.
“I had to hear it from Mom. Not cool, dude.”
“Well, you know now,” I say as I run my hand through my hair.
“Where is she?”
“In her room getting dressed,” I answer.
Sophie’s eyes peruse the house, until they stop on our plates and coffee cups next to each other on the coffee table. Then I see them shift to the large blanket scrunched up on the couch. She looks over at me and smirks.
“Good morning for you?” she asks, clearly amused.
“Well it was about to be, until you knocked,” I tell her honestly, giving her an annoyed look.
She winces. “Oh, my bad.”
Sophie starts down the hallway toward Ivy’s room.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“To yell at my friend for not telling me she needed help. Now that I’m off on summer break, I’ve had plenty of time to help her. She should’ve called me,” she calls out. “Also, I want to borrow a dress for tonight.” She straightens her shoulders and lifts her hand to bang on Ivy’s door.
Ivy’s door swings open, revealing Ivy in only a bra and underwear with a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. My jaw drops. Holy walking fantasy. When she sees Sophie, she smiles and grabs her by the hand, dragging her into the room and slamming the door.
I’m left there staring, hoping and praying I get to see that bra and underwear later.