25. Ivy Jade
Ivy Jade
It may have been windy and really chilly outside, about forty degrees, but I was hot in my bed. I couldn’t stop tossing and turning the last couple of hours since I’d been back and showered. My eyes opened up, and the entire room was pitch black, like I’d been living in some kind of messed-up hell.
Except I couldn’t have been anywhere close to hell, because the sexiest man took me tonight and rocked my world–very literally.
If anything, I tossed and turned because I buzzed with so much renewed energy, my body warm with lingering tingles, and if I shut my eyes hard enough, I still felt his size throbbing between my legs.
I wasn’t sure I could take any more of just lying around, though.
I needed a glass of water, or something to bring my excitement down.
I put on my slippers and set out for the kitchen.
I was only in my underwear and matching pink crop top, which, admittedly, lifted a little too high up on my chest when I stretched my arms. It was three in the morning, though, so I wasn’t concerned about running into anyone.
Besides, it was far too hot to consider putting on any kind of sweats.
I turned my phone flashlight on as I stepped out into the dark corridor, made my way down the spiral staircase, and into the kitchen.
It was almost impossible to see anything, except for the moonlight through the larger arched windows that greeted the open kitchen.
I pulled open the fridge for a pitcher of lemon water inside, fetching one of Tallulah’s goblets to pour myself a drink.
I chugged it immediately, my mouth dry from all the wine earlier and sore from kissing High Jynx as hard as I did. So much had happened in such little time. My body ached like I had run a marathon, and it made me feel incredibly alive. Like I was actually living a story I could only read about.
I poured myself another glass. “Ahhhh. Much needed,” I said to nobody.
“Shit…” Freezing water spilled off my goblet and onto my shirt.
Quickly, I set my phone screen down onto the counter.
It acted like a lamp, the light crawling upwards in the dark towards the ceiling, not quite reaching its height.
I didn’t want to wake anyone up by turning on multiple lights, and while it was dark as hell, I was far too happy to get spooked out even if I was surrounded by century-old stone.
Footsteps approached, and someone cleared their throat.
Okay, I take back what I said. I was freaking scared now!
Somehow, I found enough courage to snatch my phone, turn it around, and flash it toward the source of the sound by the entrance; I made myself as small as I could.
After a delayed silence, someone spoke.
“Watch where you flash that thing,” I heard Ro say.
My shoulders shot up to my ears.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Oh my god, Ro! You scared me!” I squeaked, frantic when I remembered I was in my panties.
I fumbled to hide behind the counter, reaching my arms down to cover myself.
Except, instead of being discreet, I knocked the goblet over, and the hard ting of metal hit the marble, before rolling around its side.
“Jesus! Are you okay?” Ro asked, just as panicked and startled.
“I’m fine! Lower your voice, would you?” I whispered, scolding him.
“Okay. Okay. Let me just get a towel; there’s water everywhere.”
“No. Don’t come back here,” I said, crouching closer behind the counter.
“Why not?” he asked, trying not to smirk.
Despite the handsome look of amusement on his face, this wasn’t funny or cute.
“I’m in my pajamas… I don’t want you to see.”
“Everyone wears pajamas.”
“Well, my particular pajamas just so happen to be panties!” I hissed silently, not sure what his reaction would be if he saw me.
He probably would make a joke, but considering I ran away after our kiss in the garden earlier, I wasn’t sure if I just added an extra layer to my awkwardness by being caught almost naked.
Ro shook his head, as if I were being ridiculous.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve seen panties before,” he lowered his voice, coming over to grab a paper towel by my side.
My eyes adjusted to the light. He wore grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved Henley.
It was black, just as dark as his tussled, wavy hair.
He glanced down, peeking at my bare tummy and the frilly lace that hugged my hip.
“Kudos, though; you have great taste in undergarments…”
“Oh, shut up…” I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh.
I had to give it to Ro, for as sarcastic as he was, he sure as heck was good at making an uncomfortable moment more tolerable.
He wiped the water off the counter, and I made myself less small.
“You really have to stop scaring me, though.” I tried keeping my voice quiet.
“What’s this, like the second or third time? Sheesh.” I put my phone back down.
“Probably like the seventh or eighth time at this point,” he chuckled. “What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep, and I was thirsty,” I said, running my palm through my forehead. “Why are you up?” I finally asked.
He walked to the cupboard for a glass. “Same. Couldn’t sleep, and now I’m thirsty.”
I smiled at that. Liar. “Cute. But really… why are you here?”
Ro filled his cup and stood right next to me at the large kitchen counter. Then he took a sip and made an exaggerated sound. “Thirsty.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I believe you.”
“So where’d you run off to earlier?” he asked, leaning on the counter, his elbow resting near my hips.
“Nowhere…” I answered quickly.
I was too self-aware of my late-night outing to attempt a poker face. To me, I still smelled like dirty hot sex and amusement park cotton candy, and that was after a shower.
“You seemed to be running away from me as fast as you could after you kissed me.”
“Oh. That,” I let out, tugging at my shirt, unable to think of an explanation that didn't give me away.
“I’ve never elicited any kind of response like that from a woman before. They tend to run towards me instead.”
“Ugh. You’re so cocky,” I snapped back.
“Are you going to tell me why you ran off?” he pressed on.
What could I say other than a little white lie?
“I had just forgotten that I needed to give Tallulah her outfit back. She wanted it.”
This time, Ro inched closer. Mind you, we were almost touching as we faced each other. The darkness around us truly made it feel like we were in our own world.
“And Tallulah told you her outfit had an expiration date on it?” He leaned forward.
My entire face felt like it was on fire, not only because I was clearly lying and he knew it, but also because his closeness had my heart skipping double-time.
“She didn’t say that. It was just… something—”
He tsked his tongue, testing the stubble along his jaw. “Something. Makes sense,” he said with an undeniable smirk.
My stomach stirred; my breathing caught.
Was it wrong that I wanted Romeo, too? We had history…
as in, I had the biggest crush on him throughout middle school and my freshman year in high school.
He practically lived with us during every summer: swam in our pool, ate at our dining table, worked out in our gym.
It wasn’t like I was dating High Jynx, anyway.
There was no one to betray… except for myself and my needs that had gone ignored for far too long thanks to Antonio and my parents.
Running away from Ro didn’t change how I felt.
And having sex with High Jynx only satisfied my need for him—not for Romeo, who frustratingly still lived in the pit of my heart.
Romeo leaned back, and out of the bubble we created together. “I should get back,” he said as he turned away.
We were having a nice time. It couldn’t be over. I didn’t want him to leave so fast.
“No,” was my immediate response.
“No?” he questioned.
“I didn’t mean it like that…” I looked up at him. For as dark as it was in here, the light did hug around the abs that protruded from his shirt. It was that tight. It was like a hand magnet. My fingers itched to feel him.
“What did you mean, Ivy Jade?” he rasped lowly.
The way he said my name did me in. I longed to feel his lips on mine, his body pressed against me. I stepped closer to him, flattening my hand across his stomach. It was hard with muscle.
“Ivy Jade?” he asked again, snapping me out of my self-indulgent daze.
“What if we could go back to that moment in the garden? From earlier! If I hadn’t left… what would have happened?” I said, and my mouth started to run dry.
Romeo’s eyes grew dark with lust. “What would you have wanted to happen?” he threw back at me, wrapping his hand around my wrist.
I wanted to scream at him to just kiss me, to take me, to… “More. I wanted more to happen,” I said vaguely, as if I’d never read the number of books I did in my entire life. My vocabulary failed me when I was around him.
Romeo let go of my wrist, placing his hand along my jawline. “What I wouldn’t do to you.”
I let out a small gasp. “Tell me, please.”
“Ivy Jade, a beggar?” Romeo tilted my chin upward as he leaned in.
“I like hearing you beg.” His words swept across my lips, and I shuddered as he pulled me closer, letting me know what I was doing to him.
I felt the outline of his cock through his sweats, my panties pressed against him.
I was already throbbing, still sore from earlier, as a new rush of arousal slipped between me.
Ro narrowed his gaze, clawing along my stomach, his free hand delicately tracing circles over my navel.
“I’m going to kiss these beautiful pouty lips now.
And you’re not going to run away. Unless, that is, you want me to chase you in the dark. ”
Two men craved me the same, their hunger as insatiable as mine.
Never in my life had I felt like such a prized possession in the right way, the way only a man who truly yearned for a woman could inspire.
He had a way with his words, his sarcasm just a mask for his conviction as he dared me to disagree with him.
It made me all the more delirious for him.
Maybe I wanted him to chase me. Maybe I wanted to scream as he pulled me into the dark and fucked me in the same spot where High Jynx already left his mark.
“You can have me… I’m done holding back,” I said, voice quivering with need. My hands shook; our eyes locked, searing into one another’s souls.
“Good. Don’t ever fucking do it again.” He smiled mischievously, pulling me into his mouth, scooping me up in the air.
Our lips clashed, reckless and wet; it was like we were fighting over how fast we could taste each other.
It was rough, and I learned after tonight that I loved rough touches, thrusting, and hair-gripping.
Romeo grunted, sitting me on the counter as I pulled my shirt over my head. My breasts sat perked, cupped in his hand as he sucked one into his mouth. He moaned with delicious pain as I fisted his hair, giving it a tug that sent shivers down my thigh.
“When did you get so fucking beautiful?” Ro said, licking up my neck.
“I don’t know. When did you get less annoying?” I cupped his jaw, dragging my nails from his neck down to his abs.
“Same ol’ fucking brat.” He grinned against my mouth, sliding my ass along the cool counter as he brought me closer to his crotch. I almost yelped. I wrapped my legs around his, trying not to laugh as he caught me by surprise.
“Do you think anyone will catch us?” I asked, slightly nervous but thrilled at the idea.
“Staff doesn’t come in until five in the morning.
We have a couple of hours,” he answered as he kept kissing me, grinding against me as we fought to feel everything all at once.
And in the midst of his kisses and how his fingers gripped my hair, something stirred in me and crept up my throat.
It wasn’t just the idea of sex or the enjoyment of having his lips against mine.
But something softer and gentler—a melancholy longing I suppressed for Ro.
I wanted him.
I always had.
And that want suddenly felt so frighteningly permanent.
“Romeo Scott,” I whimpered. Every touch shot straight to my core, dampening my panties.
“Yes?” his voice dragged.
I grabbed onto his shirt and brought him in for another deep kiss. “I really like you,” I told him boldly, sticking my tongue out for him to suck. My heart hammered at my confession.
He rubbed his hands softly along my curves. “I like you, too.”
Without words, I grabbed onto his wrist, guiding his fingertips down past my stomach. He gave me a look of wonder as I brought his palm toward the waistband of my panties, sticking his hand inside.
“This is how you make me feel,” I told him in an exhale.
“You’re drenched for me,” he cooed under his breath, looking agonized with desire. He squeezed my hips. “I need to fucking taste you, Ivy Jade. I have to have you.”
I was so horny from being fucked earlier, that I could already feel my orgasm building, my clit throbbing as I leaked over his hand.
A part of me worried if some of High Jynx’s cum was still inside me, and if Ro would accidentally lick it up and suck it off my folds.
Would he taste it? Would he know I was already filled up earlier?
I didn’t want to say anything, and the visual of Ro cleaning me up aroused me instantly on the kitchen island.
I moaned, closing my eyes as I let him peel my panties off, exposing my bare self to him.
He looked like a beast, rolling his tongue down my stomach, tracking it across my thighs.
I knew it was going to be good, but I didn’t know it would be this good, as his tongue flattened over my entrance, licking me up slowly, parting my lips.
This was it. Him savoring my taste, my scent, sending me to heaven.
I was ready for more.
I was ready to have Romeo Scott, once and for all.