Chapter 9 Ruby
RUBY
Ivan nips at my lips and pulls out of me.
I feel cold without him. Empty. I watch as he stands up, towering over me in all his naked glory.
My gaze roams his muscles, the smattering of hair covering his chest. His cock is thick and meaty, just as huge as the rest of him, coated in my cream.
The sight sends a pulse of longing between my thighs.
I want him back inside me.
He grabs a couple of cushions off the couch, placing them on either side of my waist. Then he pulls me off the floor.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“The cushions are for your knees, princess.”
I swallow hard. “My knees?”
Ivan takes my place on the floor, lying back. He grips his shaft, eyes burning up at me.
“Come here, baby. Sit on my cock.”
My heart jumps. “You want me to go on top?”
“Fuck yes.” Ivan sits up and grabs my waist, pulling me to the floor with him. “I want to see you ride me.”
I rest my knees on the cushions either side of Ivan’s hips. My throat tightens with nerves. “I don’t know how to do it.”
“Then we’ll figure it out together, sugar.”
Ivan’s cock brushes my core, and I sink onto it with a shudder. I can’t get used to how good he feels inside me. He fills my pussy completely, hard and unyielding, stretching me open with his huge girth. It stings a little, but it’s a delicious, naughty kind of pain.
Ivan grabs my ass cheeks with his big hands, staring up at me. “You look so damn beautiful.”
His words embolden me. Using his shoulders for balance, I start to move. It takes a while to find my rhythm, but Ivan reassures me.
“You’re doing amazing,” he groans, squeezing my ass. “That feels so good, sugar.”
With a moan, I take him deeper inside me, rocking my hips. With every movement, my confidence grows, pleasure blooming between my legs. I move faster, bouncing on his dick, grinding my clit against him.
“Good girl.” Ivan’s voice is a husky growl. “Fuck, look at you taking my cock.” He thrusts up into me, making me gasp. “Keep riding me hard, sugar. Just like that.”
I do as he says, my grip tightening on his shoulders as I pleasure myself with his cock.
It feels incredible. Every movement sends a shiver through me, making my toes curl.
Ivan starts to buck his hips, and we move in sync, fucking desperately on the floor.
Deep growls rip from his throat, a feral glint in his eye.
“I’m gonna come soon, princess. Can’t hold back much longer. ”
“Good,” I moan. “I don’t want you to hold back, Ivan.”
His jaw clenches. “You need to come first, baby. I know your body wants it.” His eyes slide down to the place where our bodies meet. “Fuck, I can see you gushing on my cock. Getting me all wet.”
I shudder at his words, tipping my head back as I chase another orgasm. I lean back, adjusting my angle slightly, sliding up and down Ivan’s fat cock. His eyes drill into mine, the intensity burning me to the core.
“Keep those eyes on me,” Ivan demands. “Don’t you dare look away, sugar.”
My fingers dig into his shoulders, sweat dripping down my body. Pressure is building inside me, the mouth-watering friction driving me wild.
“Oh, Ivan, I’m so close!”
He makes a low sound. “You’re done, sugar. Nothing you can do to stop it now. You’re gonna come hard for me.”
He’s right. I hold his gaze as my rhythm falters, my body unfurling, losing control.
The world flashes white.
“Ivan!”
Raw pleasure surges through me, pulsing from between my legs as I cry his name over and over. I feel him shudder beneath me. “Fuck, Ruby!”
With a guttural roar, he spills his hot cum inside me, spurting it deep. I keep moving. Milking him dry, riding out every last wave until I collapse in a quivering heap. His arms loop around me, crushing me to him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs hoarsely, rubbing my back. “Fuck, that was incredible.”
We stay like that for a while, catching our breath. Then Ivan pulls me up onto the couch, setting me on his right knee. I nuzzle against his naked chest, savoring his woodsy scent and the smell of sex still clinging to him.
Did that really just happen?
My heart races as I come back to myself, the haze around my brain clearing. I just gave my virginity to a mountain man twice my age. A man I met less than a week ago. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done, but as Ivan plants a kiss against my forehead, all I can do is grin.
“This is officially the best Christmas Eve ever.”
“Damn straight.”
I giggle, looking at him. His beard is still damp from my arousal, his gray-brown hair all mussed up where I was grabbing at it.
It makes him look even sexier. But what I notice most of all is the warmth in his eyes as he looks at me, his permanent scowl softening.
When his lips tug into a smile, it feels like I just received a rare gift.
I bet not many people can say they’ve seen Ivan smile.
“Now we somehow have to make Christmas Day even better,” I say, beaming at him.
“I’m sure we’ll find a way, Candy Cane.”
“I like your confidence, Mr. Grinch.”
His lip quirks again, then he kisses me gently.
“My sweet girl.” He mutters the words so quietly that I’m not sure he even meant for me to hear. But my pulse flutters as I wrap my arms around his neck, shifting my weight on his lap. He winces, features tightening for a fraction of a second.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Shoot, am I squashing you?” I quickly get off him.
“Hey.” He grabs me, pulling me back onto his lap. “Of course you’re not squashing me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. You’re not going anywhere, sugar. I like having you on my lap.”
“But you were in pain just then…”
Ivan frowns, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Don’t worry about it. Just an old leg injury.”
I nod. He mentioned it the other day. The same pained expression had crossed his face then, too. This time, it seemed to happen when I put weight on his left leg.
“How did you injure it?” I ask, keeping my weight on his right leg instead.
“Crashed my truck a while back. Shattered my thighbone.”
“Oh, crap.” A knot of concern forms in my stomach. “That sounds awful.”
“Yeah, it was pretty bad. Still got a rod in my leg, keeping it all together.” I see his jaw tighten as he adds, “The damn metal gets cold as hell in winter. Always worse this time of year.”
I remember how he went outside in freezing weather to check on me this morning. How he went out again shortly after just to bring me a Christmas tree. He must have been in agony.
“I’m so sorry, Ivan.” I press a kiss on his stubbled cheek, my heart welling with affection and sympathy. “It must have been a pretty serious crash. How did it happen?”
He’s quiet for a moment, staring into the fire as he weighs his words. His scowl is back in place.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” I tell him. “Sorry for prying.”
“Don’t apologize, sugar.” He lets out a deep sigh, threading his fingers through mine. “It happened two years ago, a few days before Christmas. My parents had just passed. Hell, I was literally driving back from their funeral when it happened.”
I squeeze his hand, hanging onto every word.
“A snowstorm started while I was on the highway. Came out of nowhere. A semi-truck up ahead skidded on some ice. Jackknifed. But it was a total whiteout, so no one saw it ‘til it was too late. Caused a huge pileup. Fifty cars in total, but I was one of the first.” He rubs an agitated hand over his beard as he continues, “I managed to swerve and avoid the semi, but hit a guardrail instead. That’s what broke my leg. Never felt pain like it. Then someone went straight into the back of me. Someone else went into the back of them. And it just kept on going like that. Couldn’t see a fucking thing.
Couldn’t see the hood of my own damn truck. ”
My stomach sinks. It must have been a living nightmare, trapped on the highway with a broken leg, blinded by snow while cars smashed together on all sides. I can’t even imagine the horror. The fear.
“Eight people died, including the guy who went into the back of me. Another thirty were injured. Took months of physical therapy for me to walk, but my leg was never right again.” He cuts off, shaking his head. “Shouldn’t complain, I was one of the lucky ones.”
“Oh, Ivan.” I hold him tight. “Of course you can complain. You went through hell. But you came out the other side, and I’m so happy you’re okay.”
“Thanks, sugar. I’m doing better now. Don’t think about the accident too much.” He rests his head against mine. “Made me dread the holidays, though. Never felt like celebrating after that. December was always just a shitty reminder of the crash and the month my parents died.”
I feel a stab of guilt. The living room is still glittering with all the Christmas decorations I put up, the fir tree standing proudly in the corner.
All this time I’ve been teasing Ivan for being a Grinch, never realizing that his hatred for the holidays runs way deeper than just being a little grumpy.
“I’m so sorry, Ivan. I’ve been so insensitive, forcing all this on you…”
He frowns. “Forcing what on me?”
I gesture to the living room, the plastic Santas and twinkling lights.
“This! I had no idea the holidays stirred up all these bad memories for you. Now I’ve gone and filled your space with all your parents’ old decorations.
” I suck in a breath, furious with myself, already starting to get up.
“Give me ten minutes, okay? I’ll take it all down and—”
“Ruby.”
I falter at the way he says my name, easing me back onto his knee. He’s looking at me with so much affection that I feel my breath catch.
“This year has been different,” he says, his eyes fixed on mine. “Meeting you has changed things. Everything. Fuck, I’m not good with words, but Christmas with you just feels…right. It feels good, Candy Cane. So don’t even think about taking down those decorations. Okay?”
I’m too busy exploding with butterflies to reply at first. All I manage is a nod.
“Good girl.” His expression darkens, a familiar glint in his eye as he says, “Now let me show you what I want for Christmas.”
Then his mouth is on mine. His tongue delves between my lips in a searing kiss, hands roaming my curves.
We move fast. It doesn’t take long until I’m bent over the couch, gripping the cushions as Ivan drives into me from behind.
He growls at me to take him deep, take him hard.
I don’t have a choice. He’s dominating my body, pummeling my aching pussy until I see stars.
He fucks me like his life depends on it, and as my fourth orgasm of the day rips through me, I have a feeling there are lots more to come.
Merry freakin’ Christmas to me!