29. Ivy Thompson
IVY THOMPSON
“ S top dreaming about me. I know you’re dreaming about me.”
My thighs clench at the sound of his silk-like voice, but somehow rough around the edges. I gasp and bury my head further into the pillow.
I’m not dreaming, am I?
“Yes, you are.” He chuckles, and I lick my lips, squirming against the sheets. “You always dream about me, but you don’t want to admit it. Don’t you, princess?”
I shouldn’t be affected by that silly nickname.
Why do I have to go weak at the knees every time he says it? It’s like a trap I always fall for. He’s got me in the palm of his hand, but I’m not even annoyed about it.
I want it. I want him. All of him.
“Turn over. Let me taste that sweet pussy again.”
I whimper into the bed, and my body shifts. I’ve been commanded and I have to obey. I press my shoulder into the soft sheets and twist my hips. A laugh tickles my neck, and I feel his presence behind me.
“So fucking eager,” he purrs, and I nod in agreement.
Too horny to care about anything. I want him to touch me.
“You want me to what?”
Touch me. I beg.
A kiss is pressed to my shoulder blade, and I shudder, then another to my neck and then my jaw. “If I slipped my hand between your thighs, would I find you wet, Ivy?”
My teeth clamp onto my lip so harshly that I expect it to burst. All I can do is moan in response. Yes. Yes. Yes. I want it all. Fuck. Touch me before I explode.
JJ’s laugh haunts me again. “You desperate little thing.”
He kisses my earlobe and bites down on it gently. Nibbling as his hand rolls down my chest, across my torso and dances along the skin on my stomach. “Mmmm,” he hums. “So soft. So beautiful.”
I gasp at his words.
Words that bring tears to my eyes.
“So beautiful,” he says again, his fingers tucking into the thin waistband of my lace panties. My throat exhales a groan, and I muffle it by pressing my face into the pillow again. “And I can’t wait until you ride out your orgasm on my fingers.”
I raise my head gently and feel his entire body cage around me. Warm, safe, protected.
Please. Please. Please. I chant in my head.
“Glad someone taught you some manners,” he says teasingly. “Because good girls get what they want. And you want my fingers buried so deep inside your cunt, you have to bite down on your pillow to stop yourself from screaming.”
Everything inside me pulsates. Over and over. I’m pretty sure I’m about to short-circuit.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties and tease the skin above my aching clit. I open my mouth and release a cry of desperation.
“More?” he asks playfully.
I clutch onto his wrist, fearful he will pull away. But he doesn’t, he sinks his hand lower until the tips of his fingers graze across my soaked core. I’m dripping like a fucking waterfall and I’m not even ashamed about it.
“Fuck,” he rasps in my ear. “So wet. And it’s all for me.”
My lips press together and I groan when his finger circles over my clit. I almost scream out, but he clamps a hand over my mouth. “Shhhhh,” he whispers darkly. “Don’t want anyone hearing us, now do we?”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he sinks his fingers into me, I pant into his hand and feel his grip tighten around me. I’m choking, choking out with pleasure and euphoria as he begins to pump those fingers.
“Mmm,” he grumbles. “You perfect little thing.”
A gasp falls from my lips as he speeds up, getting closer and closer and closer and closer, until…
I scramble in my bed, pushing myself up from my sweat-infused sheets and taking a quick breath. I slap my hand on my chest and feel how fast my heart is rattling.
My mouth aches from the dryness, and I stare blankly at the wall. I try my hardest to ignore the ache between my thighs, but when I push them together, I find my panties slick and my skin moist.
Holy shit. I actually had a sex dream about JJ… and I kind of liked it.
Kind of? I was living it like a movie.
I throw myself back onto my bed and cover my face with the pillow, shaking my head over and over. Oh god. I can’t believe that happened. I can still hear his voice in my mind, whispering all those filthy things.
My thighs press together again, and I whimper at the sensation growing there. If I placed my hand inside my pants, I’m sure I could bring myself to a climax within seconds, but I don’t want to give myself that satisfaction.
Not when I’m thinking about my brother’s best friend and what I want him to do to me.
You want my fingers buried so deep inside your cunt, you have to bite down on your pillow to stop yourself from screaming.
No. No. I need to stop.
I stand from my bed. I need to get out of here, go grab myself a cold glass of orange juice and slap myself back into reality. Then I can shower and get on with my day, without thinking about JJ and his dirty voice.
I grab my silk dressing gown and throw it on before making my way downstairs. I need something cooling, something distracting, otherwise I’ll climb back into bed and masturbate into oblivion.
There is nothing wrong with giving yourself a well-needed release, but right now, I shouldn’t be getting off to the thought of JJ’s body against mine. Not when Finn could be down the hall. It feels wrong on all levels.
As I approach the kitchen, I turn my head to the garden. At first, I spot Finn, he’s got two weights in his hands and is wearing a white T-shirt that is soaked through with sweat. Then JJ walks towards him, taking the hem of his T-shirt and removing it from his body.
Holy fucking shit. Someone slam my jaw back together.
I glance down at his abs to find them rippling with sweat, and muscles on his shoulders and arms. My core tightens and I feel my clit throb harder than before. He flashes Finn a smile, and I suddenly don’t know how to use my legs because I’m just standing here ogling him with my brother in view.
JJ takes a different set of weights, and I scurry to the kitchen when he turns in my direction. I open the fridge door and take out the carton of orange juice and a cup. I place it down onto the counter and begin pouring.
Don’t look. Don’t look.
Of course I fucking look. My eyes can’t help themselves. JJ is doing reps with the weights, and his chest looks as hard as stone, sweat trailing down his face and onto his neck. I suck in a breath.
This is not good.
My gaze floats to his biceps that flex and showcase impressive muscle. I saw his body the night we hooked up and at the beach, but seeing him all pumped up from his workout, this is a game-changer.
I don’t think I’m ever going to see right again.
JJ stops for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes glide across the patio doors, and then rests them on me. I feel like a deer caught in headlights, especially when the orange juice begins to overflow the cup.
Suddenly, I jump back and shake my hand, the liquid rolling down my fingers. “Shit,” I curse to myself and my cheeks heat.
I slam the carton down onto the counter in frustration and stupidly take another glance up at JJ. He’s watching me with a smug smile.
I snatch the full glass from the side, not even bothering to clear up the spillage or put the carton away. I head straight upstairs and shut my door behind me. The glass of orange juice barely makes it to my bedside table before I collapse onto my bed.
One time. I tell myself. One time.
My fingers latch onto the drawer beside my bed and I fish out my pink vibrator. I throw the covers up and over my knees and sink the silicone toy down the inside of my thighs and towards my core.
I turn it on and dip it beneath my panties. My hips buckle within a second, eyes floating shut, and my body humming at the instant pleasure. “S-shit,” I groan as I increase the speed.
One of my hands balls into the sheets beside me and tears build behind my closed eyes. Oh god. Oh god. Here it comes. I’m about to fall over the edge, any damn second…
Then the vibrator stops, and I gasp, snapping my eyes open and pressing the button over and over. But it doesn't start, it does nothing. I groan and drag the vibrator into sight, my eyes hazy and my heart thrashing in my chest.
“Fuck’s sake. No, no no no .” I shake my head, trying to get it started again.
Of course this would be the perfect time for the batteries to run out.
I want to scream, so I do, out of pure frustration.
My entire pussy is hot and pulsing. I can hardly catch my breath because I’m so fucking turned on that I don’t know what to do with myself.
The sound of feet pounding against the floor echoes down the hall. “Ivy?”
Finn.
I throw the vibrator under the covers and yank the sheets to my chin. The handle is pressed down, and Finn pokes his head inside. I try to act normal, not flustered at all.
“I heard you scream,” Finn says as he drags his eyes over the room quickly to inspect. “Are you okay?”
My lips are pressed together as I hum. “Yeah, I thought I saw a spider.” I lie straight through my teeth.
“Thought?”
“It was a bit of black thread, sorry.” I cringe at the sound of my own voice.
Finn presses a hand to his chest. “You scared me, Iv.”
“Sorry,” I say as my cheeks redden.
He waves me off and then shuts the door behind him. I sink into my pillows and press a hand to my boiling face. Oh fuck.