Chapter 32 #2
“Please,” she whispers, starting to squirm.
“Can you be quiet for me?” I ask, leaning down to press a kiss right to her entrance.
She gasps in surprise, the stammers, “Y-Yes.”
I waste no time, and dive right in. I take one long lick from her clit to her opening, and Ivy moans through clenched teeth.
Pulling her apart with my thumbs, I lick, and suck, and devour her.
Ivy attempts to stifle her cries, but her noises mixed with her taste, make me rock fucking hard in an instant.
“You taste like fuckin’ honey, baby,” I tell her as I unbutton my pants.
I drag the zipper down, and release my aching cock, precum already dripping from the tip. Pulling her ass apart with my palms again, I let a trail of spit drip from my mouth to the tight ring of muscle. I press my thumb down on it, and start slowly circling, adding light pressure.
She gasps. “Oh, fuck,” she says through a groan.
“Anyone ever touch you here?” I ask, hypnotized by my thumb making idle circles on her ass.
“No,” she answers, her voice catching. “No matter how much I asked.”
I groan. “Ask me anytime you want,” I reply, and return my mouth to her swollen pussy. I feast on her, licking and sucking her clit in perfect tandem while still playing with her ass. I grip my cock in my other hand, and begin stroking myself fast and rough, lost to her.
She moans loudly, even though her lips trap the sound.
“So sweet for me, aren’t you?” I growl between licks.
“Yes,” she says on a gasp. “Only for you.” She’s starting to rock her ass against my face, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Only for me.
She glances over her shoulder. “Are you touching yourself?” she chokes out, seeming shocked.
I take one long suck on her clit, while adding more pressure to the circles my thumb is rubbing. “Yes. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t help it, baby,” I reply.
“Oh my god,” Ivy mewls.
“You like that? You like me fucking my hand while I eat your tight, wet, warm fucking cunt?” I ask her.
I dive back in, flattening my tongue on her clit, and my spine starts to tingle. I stroke faster, needing my release.
“Yes, I love it,” she whines. “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
Fuck, I am too.
I take my hand off my dick for a moment, slipping two fingers inside her, and curling them downward to rub my favorite spot.
“Holy shit!” she yelps.
I feel Ivy’s walls instantly tighten around my hand, practically sucking me in. I focus on fast, small flicks of my tongue on her clit while I rub at that textured spot inside of her, still keeping pressure on her ass.
“Wesley!” Her voice is garbled behind her hand, and I feel her walls start to pulsate as she comes, her hips bucking.
After a few beats, the pulsing slows, and I stand abruptly and shove her dress further up to reveal her entire back. I grip my painfully hard cock and start stroking roughly, bringing it over her ass.
“Come on me. Please,” she moans, still squirming from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My head falls forward in ecstasy, and I stroke three more times before I see stars, and come all over her soft, smooth skin. Ropes of cum spurt out onto her, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. My low groans mix with garbled curses.
Mine.
I rest my hands on either side of Ivy’s waist, and try to catch my breath. My heart is pounding so hard, it’s the only thing I can hear. The damn thing hammers wildly and desperately against my ribs—like it wants her.
Like it’s doing everything it can to get to her.
She looks over her shoulder, and the way she’s looking up at me—with that dreamy expression, flushed cheeks, and that cute as fuck smirk with the perfect freckles, makes the words crawl their way up.
They burn in my throat, and I have to physically stop them from leaving my mouth by clamping my lips together. I clear my throat as if I can actually push them back down to my chest where they came from. I’m hanging on by a thread, but I know It’s too soon, too reckless.
Ivy lifts onto her elbows, and I bend down to drop a kiss to her soft mouth. When I pull back, she grins and quips, “Payment accepted. Now tattoo me.”
I bark out a laugh, shaking my head as I reach into my desk drawer to pull out tissues.
I clean Ivy up, and right her underwear and dress for her.
After I buckle my pants, I find her sandals that were somehow thrown across the room, and put them back on her feet, before pressing soft kisses to each of her ankles.
“We have to stop making each other come in public spaces,” she whispers as my lips leave her ankle.
I frown. “I will never stop making you come, regardless of where we are,” I reply, pulling the hem of her dress down.
She tosses her head back, and sighs, her long, dark hair falling to the desk. “Of course you won’t.”
I hold out my hand to her, “Let’s go.”
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One hour or so later, I’m doing a final wipe down of Ivy’s new tattoo of violets and daffodils.
I feel so honored she let me have free reign of the design.
Of course she approved, but I gave her a few options, and she chose her favorite.
After taking some time to decide size, we got her stencil on, and got to work.
She sat so well, and talked animatedly the entire time with Leo and a couple other artists. Of course I’m a love sick fool, and was just ecstatic that I got to touch her for an hour straight.
I motion for Ivy to go look in the large mirror on the wall, and she lifts from her chair, stepping close, and turning her arm side to side to examine my work.
At first she doesn’t say anything, and I think I’ve just royally fucked up, but then she breathes out so quietly I almost miss it. “I love it. Thank you, Wesley.”
I finally exhale, flooded with relief.
I dispose of my gloves, and stand, walking over to her. I look at it in the mirror with her and nod. “It looks really good. Thanks for your trust.”
She beams, shimming her shoulders like she can’t contain her excitement. I slide my phone out of my pocket, and guide her over to stand beside the Canyon Tattoo sign.
“Say cheese,” I say, grinning like a fool.
The smile she gives me could knock a man on his ass. She holds out her arm proudly, showing the camera her new ink. I snap a few that I’m sure I’ll be staring at later, when I hear Leo say, “Here. Give me it. Go take one with your girl.”
I hand him the phone, and walk over to Ivy, stepping behind her and pulling her back against my chest. My head clears hers by quite a bit, so she doesn’t block me from the shot. I rest my hand on her hip, and she poses for Leo, before I hear the camera shutter a few times.
Leo hands me back my phone, and I tell Ivy I need to wrap her arm before she goes. After I clean the area again, I apply the second skin adhesive to her arm.
I roll back on my stool, “All done,” I say with a smile.
“Thank you again. I love it so much.”
“Of course.” I see Ivy check her phone, so I ask, “Are you getting Lilah after the movie?”
“Yeah, I’m going to go meet her and your mom for ice cream, and then we’ll go home.”
I love that she’s already calling it home.
I nod. “Alright. I have to talk to you about something later,” I say casually.
“Oh my god, what?” she asks, panic lacing her voice.
I laugh, and squeeze her hand. “Nothing crazy. I just got an email asking me to do another guest spot. But it’s a week long, and in New York this time. I’d leave in two weeks,” I trail off, still playing with her hand.
“Oh my god! That’s great! How fun!” she shouts, making everyone look our way.
“Yes, but I’m not sure Lilah would be down to do that. You know how she was when we got back from Texas.”
“Yeah,” she replies, chewing on her lip and playing with my hand as well. “Well, if she doesn’t want to go, I’ll stay home with her.”
“Ivy…” I start.
“Unless you don’t want me to, then I won't," she adds.
“It’s not that,” I say confidently. “That’s just a lot. You’d have her all to yourself for the week. I’d leave the day after my parents leave for their cruise.” Then I tack on, a little more quietly, “Also, I’ll miss you guys.”
“Wesley. I can handle it. Delilah and I are like this.” Ivy holds up her first two fingers crossed together.
“If she doesn’t want to go, and you do, go.
Spread your wings. You’ve been through hell and back.
You’re awesome at what you do. You deserve this.
” She laces our fingers and squeezes, then leans forward and whispers, “Also, we’ll miss you too. ”
Fuck. Don’t tell her. Don’t blurt out how desperately in love with her you are.
Ivy stands and gathers her purse, saying her goodbyes to everyone she met today, and I can tell everyone loves her already. How could they not?
I hate them all.
I follow after her, and when we exit the shop, the warm afternoon air hits us. Ivy sighs, holding out her arms and tilting her face up to the sky.
“What a great day,” she murmurs, then takes a long deep breath. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been.” Her admission startles me a little, but I decide to respond honestly.
I just stare at her, unable to look away. “Me too.”
She turns to me and grins, then continues to her car. I open her door for her, and she lets me without any sass. Good.
“Oh, Sophie wants to take me out tonight,” she says as she buckles her seatbelt.
One hand braced on the roof, and one on her door, I reply, “Alright. I’ll be home in a few hours. I just have one more appointment.”
Ivy dips her chin once, then tilts her head up and puckers her lips, waiting for me to kiss her. Satisfaction bubbles over and I give her what she wants, kissing her goodbye.
I watch as she drives away, taking my whole fucking heart with her.