31. JJ Woodford
JJ WOODFORD
T he taste of Ivy resting on my tongue makes me unbelievably hard.
Thinking about the way she whimpered into my mouth and clutched onto my shoulders for support—it’s doing nothing for the current situation in my pants.
As we stand facing each other, catching our breaths, we both know we need to leave before we’re caught and people start asking questions.
“See you out there.” I give her one last smile before I exit the beach hut.
My cock begins to soften as I watch the boys group up again. Yep, there is no way I’m going to be hard in public, especially not around Finn.
When I approach the drinks table, I crack the lid off a beer bottle and take three large sips before beginning the second half. I’m trying to keep focused, but I can’t stop thinking about the way Ivy’s mouth moulded to mine, how our tongues brushed over one another, how I pinned her to the wall.
Good girl. I cooed. And fuck. She came all over my hand so fucking hard.
The ball slips past me and I curse to myself. A hand swats my shoulder, and I find Finn in my direct eyeline. “What’s the matter with you?” He scowls.
I don’t know why he’s taking this so seriously, it’s just a bit of fun.
“It’s hot,” I grumble, which isn’t an entire lie.
Finn rolls his eyes, and I ignore him. I continue to play the game—or at least attempt to, because I can’t focus for more than two seconds.
When the game is over, reality hits that we lost badly .
Music starts blasting and people begin to build a bonfire for when the sun starts to set. I purposely didn’t look out into the crowd whilst playing in case my eyes met Ivy’s.
Then it would have been a dead giveaway.
I hate to admit the idea of sneaking around with Ivy gives me a sick thrill.
Finn is going to be furious if he ever finds out what went down between us, but right now it’s probably best that he doesn’t know. He’ll have to find out eventually, but that’s a future problem.
I float between groups until the fire is roaring and the sun has set, the sky lit up with stars that remind me of Ivy and our constellation hunting. My head turns towards the flock of people who are standing near the drinks table.
My gaze snags on Ivy instantly, she’s standing with Daisy, Isaac, and a girl I don’t recognise. Ivy is talking to Isaac and then laughs at something he says.
I raise my cup to my mouth and take a large gulp. Ivy chews on her plump bottom lip, the one I was sucking on a few hours ago. Her eyes wander from Daisy to the party around her and then in my exact direction.
Her mouth parts when she notices me staring, and I can’t help but smirk.
Ivy’s cheeks heat, and she looks back to Isaac as he speaks, but I can tell she’s trying not to look back at me. I press my hand into my pocket and dig out my phone, scanning through my contacts. We swapped numbers in case of emergency, but really I just wanted her number.
JJ:
Glad to know you’re still a bit flustered. Can’t stop thinking about me?
I hit send and flick my eyes back over to her. She plucks her phone from her pocket and glances at the screen, eyebrows pinched together. She shudders visibly, and I’m almost sure I can see her chest expand when she reads over the message.
She glances up at me from her phone and I drop my eye into a discreet wink. Her nostrils flare as she runs her thumbs across her screen quickly.
Ivy:
I’m not thinking about you. And I’m not flustered, I’m hot from the bonfire.
I smile, amused as I read over her text.
JJ:
The bonfire? It’s over on the other side of the beach. Just admit it, you liked riding my fingers. You most definitely liked coming.
Ivy’s throat bobs and she takes a tiny step backwards. Her head shakes, and she locks her phone, clutching it to her chest with trembling hands.
I breathe through my nose quickly and type another message.
JJ:
Are you embarrassed, Ivy? Because you shouldn’t be.
If only you knew what I’ve been dreaming of doing to you.
Ivy glances at her phone again and stares at the screen for what feels like an eternity. She doesn’t look up at me, but her lip finds its way between her teeth again, and she slowly begins to type.
Ivy:
Like what?
The smirk on my face is permanent. I knew it. She wants this more than she lets on.
JJ:
You didn’t think I’d tell you that easily, did you?
Something flashes across Ivy’s expression. Blood rising beneath her skin as she swallows harshly.
Ivy:
I see it’s your turn to play games
JJ:
No games, princess. Just admit you want me and I’ll tell you every little dirty thing I’d do to you, right down to the last detail.
Those green eyes find mine within seconds. Her chest heaves quicker than before, something sizzling beneath her heated gaze. Yeah, that look alone will put me into an early grave.
Ivy:
I might want you, JJ, but we know it’s wrong.
I stare at those words for far too long. I might want you. That’s good enough for me. It’s more than anything else she’s said.
She might not be able to admit it out loud, but it’s obvious she carries around guilt like a dark rain cloud over her head. We’re consenting adults, and if we do this carefully, Finn might be able to understand without murdering us both.
JJ:
What we’re doing isn’t wrong, and even if it was, it’s still not going to stop me from dragging my tongue down your sweet cunt and making you come with just my mouth.
Then when I fuck you, I’m going to take my time with you. Until you’re begging me to fuck you harder. But I won’t. I’ll tease you and torture you until you’re crying and pleading for me to do more. And when I give you what you want, I’ll make you thank me for letting you come all over my cock.
Because this time, Ivy, this time… I am going to savour every damn second. And your pleasure will be my priority.
When I hit send, blood rushes through my veins. Yeah, I’m getting myself worked up thinking about listening to her sweet pleas.
Ivy reads over the message, her eyes widening. She raises a trembling hand to push back her beautiful blonde hair. Daisy catches her shoulder, and she quickly shoves her phone away.
I guess it’ll give her something to think about tonight.
I’ve got another date with my fist after what happened in the beach hut.
“There is the worst football player of the year.” An arm slings over my shoulder, and I turn to find Finn in my face. His eyes are bloodshot, and his words slurred. Of course he’s drunk. “I forgive you for being shit.”
I snort quietly. “Gee, thanks.”
Finn removes his arm from my shoulder and sways in front of me, bringing his bottle of beer to his mouth. “Who were you texting?”
“Hmm?”
He points to my phone in my hand, and I push it into my pocket, not wanting Ivy’s name to pop up on the screen.
“Just someone from back home,” I lie. “Nothing major.”
“Fair enough. Oop, Daisy is strolling past.”
“So?”
“So?” he repeats. “She’s gagging for you.”
I fold my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “I ended that ages ago, keep up.”
Finn’s mouth falls open. “Why?”
My shoulders rise. “I wasn’t feeling it, and I didn’t want to lead her on. No point forcing something that is never going to work.”
“I can’t believe you.” He punches my side lightly. “Daisy, of all people. She’s fucking incredible.”
“Just not what I’m looking for.”
Finn takes another sip of his drink. “Then what are you looking for?”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “Someone who I can have a real conversation with, someone who listens to me, who tries to understand me. Someone who is a little shy but comes out of their shell when they’re with you because they feel comfortable and safe. Blonde, shorter than me, super smart.”
I slam my mouth shut when I realise I went off on a tangent. I glance at Finn, who is staring me dead in the eye, one of his twitches and the other creeps me out entirely.
“Explain to me why you just described my sister,” Finn demands.
“What?” I say instantly. “No I didn’t.”
Finn scowls at me. “Yeah… you did.”
“Ivy isn’t the only smart, quiet blonde I’ve ever met, you do realise that?”
He keeps looking at me with suspicion, and heat spikes the back of my neck. “So you’re saying you don’t fancy my sister?”
I groan silently. “She’s pretty.” Beautiful. “And she’s nice.”
“Uh huh.” Finn pokes his tongue into his cheek as if he can’t believe I just complimented his sister. “Don’t ever say that shit again.”
My hands throw up in defeat. “I don’t really know what you want me to say, you want me to insult her to your face instead?”
“No!” he shouts and I suck in a breath. “But I don’t want to hear you say how you find her pretty either, that shit is weird and I don’t like it. You fuck with my sister, and I’ll fuck you up.”
Too late for that, Finn. Sorry to disappoint.
I huff out a breath. “Alright, then let’s change the subject.”
Finn crosses his arms, and I drop mine. He continues to stare at me.
“Actually, I’m going to get another drink and pretend this conversation never happened,” I mumble before walking away.
Finn snorts. “Gladly.”
As I approach the drinks table, Daisy turns to me as I pour a rather large drink, those blue eyes studying my choice in spirit. “Seems like you really needed that drink.” She chuckles lightly.
My eyebrows raise, and I down it, the liquid burning my throat. “Yeah.”
“Hey, look,” she says after a few moments, and I turn towards her. “I’m slightly mortified about what went down between us. With how forward and annoying I was, I realise now that I was being extremely overbearing and I’m sorry.”
I blink once, shocked by her confession. “It’s alright, no hard feelings, Daisy.”
She nods slowly and lowers her eyes. “You should have just told me that you liked Ivy. At the time I didn’t notice it, but after you said things between us won’t work out, I saw the way you looked at her. It was so obvious.”
“Don’t say anything to Finn,” I blurt.
She waves me off. “Of course not, it’s not my business. I want to see Ivy happy.”
“Nothing is really going on between us,” I admit, because it’s not. We fooled around for the first time today since our one-night stand. “I don’t think Ivy is ready to commit to anything right now, and I understand.”
Daisy flashes me a small smile before she grips my shoulder gently. “She’ll come around soon, give her some time. She knows what she wants, and she’ll take her time admitting it. She’s not the type of girl to rush into things.”
“I know,” I admit.
Daisy leaves me by myself and walks to a group of people I haven’t met before. I take another sip and grimace at the taste of my drink. Too damn strong.
I spot Ivy sitting alone by the fire, staring endlessly into the flames.
I don’t think about my next move, I head straight towards her.
When I stand beside her, she doesn’t notice me. “Deep in thought, are we?” I ask playfully. She snaps her gaze to mine, and I drink in that breathtaking face. “Dwelling over my text?”
“No,” she grumbles, but her heated skin is a dead giveaway.
“Sure, sure.”
Ivy rolls her lips together and then closes her eyes.
“I meant what I said,” I say slowly. “Every word of it.”
She stands up from the log so quickly that I take a step backwards. “JJ, we can’t?—”
“Can’t what?” I cut over her. I already know where her sentence is heading. “Can’t continue? Because every time I come onto you, you can’t resist. Then you push me away.”
Those wary green eyes drag to mine, and she wraps herself up in her arms, a way of protecting herself from her own vulnerability.
“Wanting something and being able to have it are two completely different things.” She sighs, her expression dropping to a look of desolation. “And in this case, I can’t do it again.”
“Because of Finn?”
Ivy’s watery eyes find mine. “Yes.”
“Maybe you need to take control of your own choices, Ivy, rather than letting others dictate what you can and can’t do. Otherwise, you’ll live a very unhappy life, and I know that’s not what you want.”
Her lip wobbles slightly.
“Think about it,” I say. “I’m not rushing you into anything.”
When she says nothing more, I simply walk away.
I know she knows what she wants. I want her to admit it out loud because I know she’s capable of doing so. I want her to prove it to herself first, rather than carrying around the guilt she doesn’t deserve.