Chapter 19
Xavier
There’s a moment where I’m frozen, gazing at the vision that is Ivy, splayed out for me, wonderfully, perfectly naked, the sunlight creating a halo around all that gorgeous hair.
She is so spectacular, such a visual feast, that I don’t know where to begin.
I’m reminded that I felt the same way that night, that the sight of her eyes and her mouth and her breasts had me reeling, wanting to lick and suck and fuck like a madman, to fall upon her in a frenzy and simply feast.
She is, I think, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in any context. If she were mine, and if it were remotely acceptable to do so, I’d fill every inch of my home with nudes of her. I’d celebrate this incandescence. Immortalise it.
But she’s not, and it’s not.
A large part of my conflict last time was the unbearable thought that she might be faking it. Going through the motions because that’s what she was being paid to do. And while I can conjure up a million other reasons why I should feel conflicted, I don’t. My need is too great. Too blind.
Besides, she’s just told me she needs to come, and I can see the evidence all too clearly: the delicate pink petals of her bare cunt impossibly slick with arousal.
What the lady needs, I will give her.
‘I thought you were tempting in the dark, but Jesus.’ I step between her legs and run my palms down her front, toying with her hard little nipples. It has me recalling how they snagged on her bodice when I was trying to get her dressed and out of that room and away from me that evening.
‘I’m not going to last,’ she warns, voice breathy, head falling back.
‘Let’s see about that.’ I give her nipples a twist that has her crying out again.
It’s more savage than I intended, but she seems to like it.
I’m not clear what it is about this woman’s body that makes me want to rough her up and worship her simultaneously.
Perhaps it’s the knowledge, sour and dark and strangely alluring, that she used to do this for a living.
That she let God knows how many men use her beautiful body however they wanted.
That she took their money and rolled over for them.
The thought of it spikes my heart rate even as self-disgust roils in my stomach.
I slide two fingers over her clit. It’s slippery as fuck, and she whimpers again. These noises she’s making are breaking my brain and will most likely break my cock, too.
‘Come here. Take me out.’ I grab at the back of her neck as she sits up, my hand fisting all that glorious hair as I bend and seal my mouth over hers again, her lips plush and perfect against mine and her little tongue eager as she fumbles blindly with my belt buckle.
My fingers circle her clit once more before gliding through silken flesh to find her entrance.
Her legs may be wide open, but this angle is deep, and the fit as I crook my fingers to follow her velvety channel is unthinkably tight.
This is me feeling her from the inside for the first time, and it has my entire body prickling with sweat.
The sweet little noises she’s making as she gets my belt unbuckled and my trousers undone tell me she’s as affected as I am.
Her movements are jerky, desperate, hungry, and the knowledge, as she bares me and wraps her little hand around the hot, aching bar of my cock, that she’s doing this because she wants to, has me unleashed.
There’s no diabolical brother of mine in this scenario, here in this pool of autumnal sunlight, commissioning her, promising her performance-related bonuses.
There’s only me and her and a chemistry so powerful that I’d be a fool not to take her enthusiasm in this moment at face value.
Certainly, I’ve fallen prey to endless gold-diggers and star fuckers before, but given the open contempt in which Ivy seems to hold large parts of my character, I’ll choose to accept that her actions here are as genuine, as guileless, as everything else she says and does.
That she may be drawn to me despite her obvious anger with me moments ago is a heady, infernal thought that only stokes the flames of my desire more. After all, our little spat just now was the most entertaining foreplay I’ve enjoyed in a long time.
But here we are, my fingers crooking viciously inside a cunt that feels every bit as perfect as I dreamt it would be, and hers squeezing my cock, dragging angrily over it, and it strikes me that our quarrel isn’t over, not by a long shot.
Our emotions have simply taken flight, morphed into a more material version of themselves.
That she’s still pissed off is clear from her grip, from the aggressive strokes she gives my dick, strokes so greedy and brutal that my blood is boiling and my head is spinning and my dick is throbbing.
She still wants to win this fight.
We’ll see about that.
With difficulty, I pry her fingers off me and pull away so I can slide down her glorious body and get to my knees.
Why it bothers me quite so much that she accused me of being essentially sexless, I’m unclear.
I’m far more clear on the extent to which I want to show her how wrong she is about that.
About me. I’ll be damned if either of us ends this exquisite little interlude with any fucking doubts about the other’s desire.
From my position on my knees, I glance up at her.
She’s staring down at me, eyes bright and mouth wet, hair everywhere, her tits heavy and nipples puckered and stomach flat and the space between her legs every bit as pink, as sumptuous, as my fantasies promised me.
But it’s the expression on her face that gives me pause: hunger, and disbelief, and that wretched guilelessness again.
I can’t bear to think how many times she’s had to perform for men in the past.
That fucking ends here, because the raw need, the acute vulnerability, on her face is the most intoxicating thing she could give me. Yes, I want to win this spat.
But I want to win it by giving her every single thing she needs in this moment.
Gently, I pry the lips of her flawless pussy open as I reach up with my free hand, my fingers skittering along her jaw, over her breast, down the satin skin of her stomach.
‘Like I said. A million times more beautiful in the sunlight. Now, lean back for me, sweetheart. How do you want this?’
‘Hard.’ She sighs out the word as she lowers herself back onto her elbows. ‘Fast.’
I smile to myself. I want it hard and fast too, just as I want to spend a hundred years tasting her. I make a fleeting promise to continue this tonight, on a bed. This won’t be nearly enough. But, as I said, what the lady wants, the lady gets.
‘Done.’ Finally, finally, I slide my fingers snugly back inside her, where they belong, and dip my head to sample her most intimate delights.
She’s nectar. Dear, sweet Jesus. She’s sweet and musky, her arousal coating my tongue as I roll it around her swollen clit and scissor my fingers inside her.
This is an act of service—I want to make her feel like nothing else on earth will do except for my mouth on her cunt—but fuck, if it doesn’t feel like the most despicably selfish act a man can perform.
I lick her. I suck on the glossy little berry so engorged with blood that it tells me how badly she wants this.
I fuck her with my fingers as I explore her most secret crests and valleys.
And, as I do, she responds with such blessed zeal that I marvel at her existence, at the fucked-up comedy of errors that brought me to my knees in front of her.
She hooks her feet up on my shoulders, and I wonder at how impossibly snug the fit is.
She shoves her pussy into my face. A fleeting glance upwards shows me that she’s thrown her head back.
She’s taking everything I’m giving her, taking it with abandon, with unabashed wantonness, gobbling it up, revelling in it, her cries the most beguiling aria and this ancient orangery a glass-and-sandstone cathedral to her pleasure.
‘God, Xav,’ she babbles. ‘Oh my God. I’m so close. I need it—harder. Harder, please.’
I grunt my approval of her demands against her clit and double down on my efforts, my fingers jabbing cruelly and my lips, my tongue, moving over her flesh as lavishly as possible.
Precum drips freely from my poor, weeping cock as it yearns to be inside her.
Again, that’s something for tonight, when I have condoms to hand.
Her comment about the orgasm counts she’s had while being bent over at Alchemy washes over me again in a wave of rage and disgust and white-hot jealousy, but Lord, is it as galvanising as it is unwelcome.
Because this moment is about Ivy, about showing her how inebriating she is, about making this body of hers sing.
Those jackasses may have had their fill of her then, but they sure as fuck can’t get anywhere near her now.
She’s here, and she’s mine, and I’m damned if I’ll leave a single drop of her pleasure on the table.
Besides, I need to hear her come. I need to feel it for myself. I need to know what it’s like to be the man for whom she lets herself fall apart.
My tongue, my fingers, my mouth: I employ every tool I have to shower her with sensation.
Her cries grow desperate, her impending climax echoing around the vast space, her moans and my fevered grunts ricocheting off every hard surface.
She’s trembling, shaking, her inner walls a quivering vice around my fingers, her clit impossibly ripe—the most delicious fruit on which I’ve ever gorged myself.
And with an agonised cry she ignites: a great, violent, thrashing thing of an orgasm that wracks her body and soaks my fingers and has me wanting to keep my nose and mouth buried between her legs until the final Judgment Day comes, because I am fucking lost to it.
To her.
As soon as I’m satisfied that I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from her body, I scramble to my feet to survey my handiwork.
And there she is.
Her gaze is shell-shocked. Mascara runs down her cheeks.
Angry flushes stain her cheeks, her neck, her chest. She looks like she’s been stampeded by an entire fucking army.
If this is how she is after just my mouth and hands, then I’m a foolish, foolish man, because it’s entirely likely I will not survive anything more than this.
I step further between her legs and wrap my fingers around my dick, my grip as hard as the touch of my other hand is gentle when I wipe the tears from her cheeks.
‘Do me a favour.’ My voice comes out hoarse with desire.
‘Stay exactly like that. I don’t have a condom, so I’ll need to come on your tits. ’
Her mouth curves into a slow smile. ‘Finally, he makes use of them.’
‘Damn right.’
‘Pearls are my favourite type of necklace.’
I’m ashamed to say it takes a moment for her meaning to make itself clear. ‘Dirty fucking girl. Little beauty.’
We both glance down at my dick, its crown angry and purple and bulging in my iron grip, still leaking precum.
She winces slightly as she moves her weight onto one elbow and, with one hand outstretched, runs a finger through the droplets of moisture.
I suck in a ragged breath through my teeth at her touch and watch in disbelief as she smears it over her lips before licking them.
‘Mmm. Let me help.’
I am not a man in a position to argue as she reaches for my dick, so I release it and allow her to wrap her hand around it once again.
Fuck me, that feels so much better. I could do with some lube, but this won’t take long.
Not with how worked up I already am, and not with the sight of her orgasm-flushed face and body, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she touches me, and certainly not from the sensation of her soft fingers milking my dick with strokes so expert that I absolutely don’t want to think about how and when she’s honed those skills.
My gaze flits from her face to her tits to the mess between her still-spread legs to her hand on my dick.
The arousal courses through my entire body, astonishing waves of pleasure both at the sensation of it and at the delight of having this beautiful, naked woman toss me off.
She is, hands down, the best porn I’ve ever, ever seen.
It’s over too soon. Of course it is. I’m fucking helpless in the face of this sexual onslaught. My climax is a savage fireball, gathering heat and mass as it rips through my belly, down my spine, squeezing my balls until they’re drawn right up and sending electric shocks down my dick.
‘Fuck, Ivy. Fuck. I’m going to—’ I choke out the words as I wrap my hand around hers in a panic so I can ensure I aim for her tits and not her face.
Her pleased smile is enough to send me careening over the edge as I surrender to the almighty energy inside me, releasing it in thick white ropes.
Oh Jesus fuck, I’ve hit her tits. Oh God.
Her stomach—and—fuck, my cum is coating her nipples, dripping off them, and I’ve never seen such a perfect fucking sight in my life.
I shudder and shudder as I come violently within our joint hands, over and over until she’s covered in me, sleekly glistening in the sunlight, and I will wank off to this vision for the rest of my wretched days.
I know I will.