Chapter 10 Ivy #2
And I’m not sure how it happened, but I went from caressing his back to watching him in real time close the space between us until his lips were pressed up against mine.
And while I was there as it was happening, it almost felt like I wasn’t.
Like I’d stepped out of myself and was watching as our lips parted and our tongues joined in each other’s mouths.
I dropped my hand from his back as he wrapped his arm around me to pull me closer, an attempt to bring our kiss deeper. And the moment I realized what was happening, what we were doing, I pulled away, abruptly breaking our kiss.
My hand was at my lips a second later.
“Shit,” he whispered, bringing his hand to his mouth to swipe down. “Damn, my bad.”
We were quiet for a few breaths. In my head, I was sorting through the thick of the emotions. Trying to wrap my mind around how the hell we’d gotten here.
“I’m not thinking straight,” he said. “I’m trippin’. I’m trippin’ so hard. I’m sorry.”
And maybe he was.
I had to be too because a second later, I was the one closing the space between us now, leaning into him, my face to his, pressing my lips back against his.
He moaned, his arm quickly wrapping around my waist as he not only kissed me back but also reclined us back onto his bed, him taking a position over me.
Lips parted and our tongues reunited after a short separation. And I melted under him, feeling his body pressed against mine as he caressed my tongue with his. His breath against my skin, his pulse beating with mine. It was insane that all of that was capable between us.
Honestly, I was wrecked with so many emotions. Grief, shock, insomnia. So much shit was bombarding my consciousness at one time every day since Kendra and Tyrell’s accident, that I just needed something, anything else to feel.
I was desperate for an escape. I needed more than a getaway. I wanted to run away from this supposed new norm neither of us asked for. I needed a heavy dose of anything to forget right now. Something Leo’s hands skating up the hem of my shirt to palm my breasts underneath provided.
I remember when Kendra returned to our dorm to let me know the guy she was dating had a friend, and we would double-date that night.
Believing that the friend would have to be like her new guy Tyrell, I didn’t hesitate to agree to go out with them.
Tyrell was responsible, attentive, and of course handsome.
His friend had to be all those things too, I thought.
Within seconds of meeting him, I realized I couldn’t stand the friend, Leo. He was too goofy, constantly busting jokes, and just annoying.
Years later, he was making my body feel things it hadn’t ever felt as he slid a hand into my varsity shorts then behind my panties, his fingers nestling comfortably between my lower lips.
I exhaled into his mouth, spreading my legs wide enough for him to circle those fingers against my wet bud as I circled my hips in time with his caresses.
He moaned against me, growing hard against me too, sending my mind racing with so many thoughts I couldn’t single one out to give it the attention it needed.
Because I didn’t want to do that shit. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to feel any and everything else, remember?
So peeling myself out of my shorts and him ridding himself of his lounge pants was the obvious next move.
Getting a condom would have been the other, but we were so caught up, I was so caught up in the moment, that reaching between us and angling him against my warmth seemed like the natural next move.
Our eyes locked as he steadied himself so I could guide him in. Our jaws dropping at the same time. At the point of penetration, our pupils dilated.
“Fuuuck,” he whispered, sounding defeated, and drawing that word out until he was out of breath. That acted like the relinquishing of common sense for the both of us as he initiated his first series of deep thrusts shortly after that.
We were adults. Friends. Two attractive, consenting adults who were also going through one of the most uniquely traumatizing experiences.
This should be fine. It should be okay… right?
Leo hooked my right thigh with his right forearm, holding me wide open and plunging deeper.
“Shit, you’re inside of me,” I whispered, too swept up in the moment to grasp the full weight of my words. I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling back, giving in for just a second. “Damn, Leo, you’re so deep!”
“I can go deeper,” he said to me, his eyes becoming low-lidded the more heat we conjured up between us. “You want me to go deeper, Ivy? Can you take it?”
His question left his lips and got lodged in my consciousness, leaving me stuck between who we were and what we were doing. Him aiming to make me unravel and me desperate to see his face transform with mine from the pleasure happening inside of me.
My walls fluttered uncontrollably, my back arched instinctively, pushing back against him as if possessed, meeting each of his thrusts.
In our stare, I nodded a response to his question, and that made him breathe harder. Go deeper.
I bit my bottom lip in reaction, parting my lips long enough to tell him, “You fuck really well.”
“Yes, I do,” he said with a smirk, his face contorting briefly as he reacted to my grip. “Only you would say something like that out loud.”
“Shut up.” I whimpered then exhaled. “And you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that, Leo.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He folded his bottom lip into his mouth. “Why do you think I’m doing it like that, Ivy?”
I clenched my teeth, recognizing a familiar pull down low between us.
“‘Cause ain’t that the point?” He grabbed a handful of my ass and held me open. “For us to come, Ivy League?”
He stared into my eyes and glided in even further.
“Let me see you come for me,” Leo murmured, pushing deeper with a grin. “Ivy League,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he licked his lips. “Still hate that nickname, Ivy, or does it feel different now?”
And for the first time in the history of him teasing me with that annoying ass nickname… I liked it this time. Loved it, actually. Or did I love him sliding in and out between my slick walls, encouraging me to lose myself in the friction.
“Fuck you, Leo,” I said or mouthed, I couldn’t tell.
I couldn’t hear my voice or hear anything for that matter, blinking erratically until I couldn’t help conceding to the weighted pulsing where we connected.
It was so intense I had to close my eyes and brace myself.
The sensation swelled like a wave, clouding my eyes and blurring my vision with tears.
“Yeah, just like that,” he gritted over me. “God, your pussy feels so good around me. Why do you feel so fucking good?”
And he felt so good inside of me too, but I couldn’t respond.
Too out of breath to speak, because I was coming and finally feeling good again after months of feeling like shit.
My jaw was slacked as my mind was finally cleared of everything.
My thoughts, concerns, and doubts. Unable to consider who was making me come and why he probably shouldn’t have been the one to have an orgasm with.
That feeling I was desperately chasing, the one beyond the sadness and grief, finally hit me. My toes curled so hard they ached, and my whole body started shaking under Leo, threatening to throw off our rhythm
He grabbed the bars of his headboard, using his grip around it for leverage. He grunted while thrusting harder, going deeper, our bodies slapping against each other now, echoing with our voices around his room.
I clung to him like I had never clung to a man ever in my life.
Held him so close I could feel his heart hammering with mine as I journeyed through a pulsing sensation that forced me to forget who he was and who I was to him.
It just silenced everything. Those racing thoughts were no more, replaced with ringing in my ears.
I felt safe, raw, hollowed out, and like I was falling up and flying at the same damn time.
“Yes, yes,” he grunted through bared teeth, pumping his hips back and forth with methodical thrusts, slamming into me at this point as he trembled like crazy against me too. “Fuck, Ivy, fuck, ahhh!”
We shook together, the bed vibrating beneath me as our cries echoed around Leo’s room.
“Ahh, ahh, shit,” Leo whispered, his jaw slacked, bottom lip quivering as his eyes locked on mine again.
And all I could do was watch without blinking as his entire frame vibrated in my grip while he struggled to pull on air.
At the end of it all, Leo and I collapsed onto the bed, him on top of me.
We laid there frozen. Still. Him inside of me, his dick still pulsing between my walls that felt like they were milking him.
We tried like hell to catch our breaths.
I hadn’t let him go, and he hadn’t let me go either.
Neither one of us wanting to leave the moment.
For me, I refused to let him go, deep down fearing what would happen when we locked eyes for the first time after. Most of all, I feared what would come next after that and what us doing this meant moving forward.