Page 94 of Clint & Ivy
“Probably not.”
“What?” they said in unison, like I was a killjoy.
Shrugging, I looked around and admitted, “I don’t want our first time to happen while surrounded by lava lamps. I’m a sensitive bitch like that.”
“Lame,” Elle announced and shook her head. Walking to the door, she muttered, “Your tongue skull-fucked her in the yard, but now you’re sensitive, huh? I don’t know who raised you to be so weird. It certainly wasn’t our parents.”
As Elle tugged the door shut behind her, I looked down at Ivy.
“I want to jizz,” she said and started laughing before suddenly stopping. “Wait, are we just going to talk in here?”
Her palpable disappointment made me grin. “Do you want our first time to be in Goldie’s room?”
“Is this because you aren’t allowed to jizz on the ceiling?” Ivy taunted while using my legs to steady herself enough to stand. “Can’t you save that part for when we’re back home?”
I loved how she called the condo “home.” A week ago, I was bored in a Missouri hotel. Now, I was in love with the complicated, little blonde woman currently fondling me.
Ivy tugged up my shirt and kissed my belly.
“You’re sober, right?” I asked, stroking her head.
“Sure, probably,” she said as her lips left wet kisses along my belly before she disappeared under my shirt.
“I want to play tit for tat.”
Popping her head out of my shirt, Ivy looked up and asked, “What’s that?”
“Whatever you do to me, I do to you.”
Ivy hadn’t been able to go shirtless around me yet. I’d touched her bare skin under her clothes, but she always kept them on when we fooled around.
Rather than complain, Ivy surprised me by stroking my erection through my jeans. A groan escaped my lips, making her smile.
Ivy’s lips grazed my hard flesh before she followed suit with her tongue.
“Is that what you want me to do to you?” I asked, proud of myself for still being able to speak despite all my blood rushing from my brain to my cock.
“No, it’s just what I want to do to you,” she said and undid my front button. “It’s not a contest. I’m just horny, Clint.”
Chuckling at her tone, I lost my amusement when the zipper came down on my jeans. Ivy teased my erection through my jeans. If I wanted to stop what was happening, I needed to make a move now before my bare dick joined the party.
I looked at Ivy and tried to see the real her. Not the lost woman I saved or the fragile child she’d once been. She wasn’t as wild as she thought or as delicate as I worried. She was like most people, dreaming of being her best and fearing falling into her worst habits.
Life was a struggle. I’d already made mistakes with Ivy. But I was also the man she smiled at right now as she freed my cock with zero help from me.
Once I dropped back on the bed, Ivy tugged my jeans lower and licked her lips. Her eyes glowed with anticipation. I found myself holding my breath.
Her wet lips kissed the head of my cock as her hands gingerly took hold of my erection. I didn’t dare speak. Ivy was figuring out how to turn her ideas into reality.
Her fingers found the right grip, keeping my aching cock in place as she sucked tenderly at the tip. I wouldn’t need much more stimuli. I’d been rock hard for probably an hour at this rate. Ivy was sexy as fuck when she went wild.
Her gaze met mine as she claimed more of my cock inside her mouth. Ivy looked utterly relaxed. Her eyelids were half closed as she sucked me harder. My precum coated her tongue, making her smile.
I memorized her every lick across the head of my cock. How her lips tightened as she took me deeper. The feel of the back of her throat. How her hands stroked me with purpose.
Coming hard, I lost myself to the sensation. My mind spun with pleasure. No woman had ever made me feel this way. Since the moment we met, Ivy held power over me. Tonight, she used it to make me crazy.
I couldn’t wait until she sucked me dry. I needed a taste of her lips, wet with my pleasure. No, I wanted far more than a kiss. I was dying to taste her sweet pink slit hiding under her clothes.
