Brazen Ivy, page 12
Elliott disappeared again after our night of sex themed with voyeurism and exhibition. I told myself that abandonment after connecting with another was his kink. Even with that bit of rationale, I couldn’t shake my disappointment, and yeah hurt, at his desertion.
For the next week and a half, I only saw him when I’d turn over my calculus homework, but he put a stop to that, too. Yesterday, Elliott returned my paper with a smile. “It’s perfect,” he declared.
My eyes widened. “Really? You didn’t find a single mistake?”
“Not a one.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Guess it’s time to hand you over to Archer for your first physics tutorial.”
My mouth dropped as I watched him retreat from the kitchen. I couldn’t shake feeling dismissed. Was it over between us? My stomach pitched and my heart ached at the thought. Not only did the end of summer loom closer every day, but now my time with the super sexy and ultra-smart Elliott appeared over.
I wiped a tear away from my cheek with the back of my hand and sunk my hands in the soapy water. What’s more, the man who’d so rocked my world, pushed me at another. Again.
I hadn’t been alone with Archer since that night we stole in the hallway. What was it about me and hallways? Archer spent a lot of time locked away in his room, and I hated to disturb him. In two more semesters, he’d apply for his dream job at NASA. I know he didn’t want to do anything to screw up his chances, including slacking off the summer before his senior year.
Rather than knocking on his door, I opted to text him. Perhaps the coward’s way, but I could live with that. Besides, my approach gave him the freedom to answer me when convenient for him.
Me: Let me know when you have a break in your schedule. I need to talk to you.
I was about to click my phone to sleep when I spotted the ellipses indicating he was responding to my text.
Archer: Things okay?
Me: Sure. Got the go ahead from E. It’s physics time baby!!!!
Archer gave me the thumbs up sign, and a moment later I heard the creak of his door opening. He greeted me with an uncertain smile. “Thought you might want a different teacher,” he said.
“What? Why?”
His dark-eyed glance strayed to the floor, then back up again at me. “That night, uh, in the hallway...” his words trailed off.
“What about it?” I asked with a shrug and trying to understand. The sex we’d shared was kind of naughty, a little daring and a whole lot of fun.
Archer’s fists clenched for a moment, and his body jerked forward as though he planned to move closer but changed his mind. He dragged a hand through his hair. He usually wore his dark hair short, almost buzzed, but he’d allowed it to grow out over the summer. I locked my hands behind my back to stop myself from trailing my fingers through the inky strands. “I was worried. I mean, I thought you regretted it.”
My mouth gaped. All this time? He’d believed that? How had I not noticed? How could I have been that stupid?
Maybe because you’re too focused on Elliott and his disappearing act. Or intrigued by Graham’s magical finger and what that meant. You’d taken what Archer gave you without a backward glance.
I rushed to him, lifted on my tiptoes and kissed his lips. “I’ve been a little bit selfish here.”
“What? No.” Reassurance filled his adamant no. Archer’s hands curved around my waist and he relaxed against me with a sigh. “I think I’ve read the signs all wrong. It’s just hard to believe such a beautiful woman found a geek like me even a little interesting.”
“Very interesting.” I traced his full lower lip with my fingertip. “Although, I could stand a bit of a refresher. Way better than physics.” I ground my hips against his so he had zero doubt of my meaning.
He groaned, hauling me tight against his body. Then his eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to distract me from teaching you?”
I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “Would I do something so underhanded? And if I were, is it working?”
He laughed. “You’re welcome to try all the distraction you want.” His handsome face sobered, and he snapped his fingers. “I think I know a way to prove how sexy geeky physics can be.”
“Physics? Sexy?” I made a scoffing sound.
“Ms. Ford I dare you not to find it titillating.” Archer twined our hands together, and we raced out the back door, down the porch and to the wooden swing set. Strange, I stared at this play area as I stood at the kitchen window washing dishes, but never once have I explored it.
He positioned me in front of a swing that sported a bright yellow plastic bench. “Don’t worry about safety. Elliott checks it out every year. The first summer we stayed here, he wanted to tear it down, but my grandpa built this for me.”
Love always laced Archer’s voice as he spoke of his beloved grandfather and the life they’d shared here. It left me feeling melancholy and a bit sorry for myself. I’d missed out on so much by not having a family to lean on and share good times with.
You built yourself a family. Julio, Archer, Graham and Elliott.
Warmth flooded my chest, and I beamed at the captivating man lost in his memories. I no longer felt sad for myself, but happy for him. His experiences made him into the sweet guy he’d become.
Archer ran a hand along one of the angled slats of the set. “I didn’t have the heart to let it go. We spent the next two weeks replacing every warped board, inspecting the chains and pouring new concrete around the posts so it would no longer be as Elliott referred to it, an attractive nuisance.”
“I think it looks great.”
He grinned at me. “Also, it’s the perfect place for explaining physics.”
I crossed my arms against my chest and raised a brow, playfully showing my skepticism. “Really now?”
“A doubter, I see. Okay, Newton’s Laws of Motion coming right up. In fact, I’ll prove it with a single law, the first one–things want to keep doing what they’re doing. We’ll start with your panties.”
I followed along until the last. “What does my underwear have to do with physics?”
“Everything.” He nodded to my skirt. “May I demonstrate?”
“Of course, I’m growing more and more curious.”
Archer stepped toward me, and my heartbeat kicked up a notch. Maybe we could forget all about physics. Didn’t people fork over good money to have a swing installed in their bedroom? He dipped his knees and reached beneath my skirt and hooked his fingers on the lace of my panties. My skin tingled where he touched. “This doesn’t seem like science.”
His throaty chuckle filled me with lust and my face flushed. “Pay attention.” He slid my G-string down my thighs until they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them and he swooped them up with his hand only to toss them into the distance.
“Why’d you do that?”
“Because I just realized Newton’s Law of Motion is best illustrated with your panties.” He smiled as I watched the scrap of lace fall into a patch of Arkansas wildflowers or blues and pinks.
“I’ll pass that along to my professor,” I teased.
“Imagine if we were in space. Once I set your underwear into motion, they would keep going and going. Here on earth, air friction slows their progress until they eventually stop moving forward and tumble to the ground,” he said, pointing to the spot where they’d fallen.
“But they didn’t want to stop until forced to.” I blinked up at him, smiling with giddy excitement that physics might make sense to me. As long as he kept using my underwear as examples.
“If you follow this logic, you, Ivy Ford, should never wear panties, as they’ll keep wanting to come off your body.”
I stifled a giggle. “That will make horseback riding kind of awkward. Gardening too. And–”
Archer lifted his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I guess sometimes it’s appropriate for you to wear panties, but today is definitely not one of them. Am I making you a believer that I can teach you physics?”
I nodded, then tugged at my top. “How many more laws will we cover? I’m only wearing so many clothes.”
“Believe me, if I run out before you’re naked, I’ll invent one. The world could use a new earth-shattering theory.” He bent and plucked my panties off the ground and stuffed them in his pocket. This was at least the third pair of mine I suspected he’d swiped. “Onto Newton’s second.”
I yelped in surprise as he lifted me off my feet and seated me on the yellow bench of the swing. “So you’re at rest, and that’s how you stay. First law. But what if I push you? In physics, we refer to that push as force. If I apply force to your beautiful…”
“Ass?” I supplied.
His lips twitched. “Mass. But you’ve got a beautiful ass, too.” He rotated behind me and after a gentle shove to the plastic seat, sent me swaying.
My skirt rippled from the wind current with each dip. I’m not sure either of us was prepared for how each downward glide gave him a peek-a-boo glimpse of my pussy. Hmm, Archer was the physics expert; maybe he was more than prepared.
I’d loved swinging as a little kid. But the cool air brushing along my bare thighs and teasing my cunt while a hot guy stole glimpses beat Supergirl, Tornado or Blast Off. Though, it wouldn’t take much for Archer to blast me off now. My clit tingled and my channel filled with wet warmth.
“Ready for Newton’s third law?” he asked, his voice huskier than earlier.
“Absolutely. I have a new respect for the man.”
Archer gripped the swing chains in his strong hands and slowed my momentum. Heat replaced the teasing glint in his brown eyes. His glance strayed to my mouth and my lips parted, inviting his touch. He lowered his head and delivered a brief kiss.
Over too quick.
I snagged my hand around his neck and lifted to meet him, mirroring the caress of his mouth along mine. Once. Twice. He gripped my shoulders, and I sensed his struggle to pull away from me. His face was a mask of desire. “And that’s Newton’s third law. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
My nerve endings sparked to life, and I licked my lower lips, still able to taste him there and craved more. “You’re right. Physics is sexy.”
“Ready for a review? You’d have to lose another item of clothing.” Mock warning laced his words.
After steadying my feet flat on the ground, I looped my arms around the chains of the swing so I wouldn’t fall. I wanted to yank off my clothes, needing his hands on my naked skin, but Archer deserved a touch of seduction. With a flutter in my stomach, I thrust my chest forward, my hardening nipples poking the fabric of my top. Our gazes met, and I maintained that contact as I reached for the buttons. “Sometimes sacrifices must be made in the pursuit of science.”
His breath hitched as I unbuttoned my shirt in slow, deliberate moves. My fingers danced along my exposed skin, an invitation for his touch later. The material fell away, revealing one of my new mail-order bras, a lacy lilac with a lace-up front that gave off a bondage vibe.
He swallowed, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob. “That’s, uh...”
Had my provocative lingerie left Archer speechless? “It’s the new stuff. From the account you set up online.”
He made a choking sound. “Money well spent. I changed my mind about the panties too. If they look as nice as these did sliding down your thighs, I’ll chip in even more to the Ivy naughty undie fund.”
I tugged first one arm out of my sleeve, then the other and tossed my shirt at him. He caught it against his chest. “So, if I’m understanding physics correctly, that top preferred staying in place. When I sent it your way, it could have soared through the air for a longer time if I hadn’t hit you with it.”
“Perfect.” Archer brought my shirt to his nose and inhaled my scent. “You always smell of honey and cinnamon, and whatever you’re cooking in the kitchen. I could fall asleep next to this.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I loved how Archer said what he thought.
He pushed at the chain and I swayed on the seat. “Which law is this?”
“Your force against my mass. Second law,” I told him, proud that I remembered so quickly. “You’re a good teacher.”
Archer grabbed the chain, halting my motion and framed his hips with the V of my thighs. I wiggled in the seat, freeing the hem of my frilly skirt. The Arkansas wind caught the fabric, but instead of giving him a glimpse I sat fully exposed before him. His lips parted as he stared at my pussy trancelike. “Do you taste like honey everywhere?”
His musing destroyed my control. Cream flooded my channel, and I lifted my hips, mindless with the need to have him sample me. “Find out,” I invited.
Archer’s eyes darkened, and he pressed a kiss on the tender skin on the side of my knee. Air lodged in my throat as he dragged his mouth along my inner thigh until he reached the spot between my legs.
“Please,” I begged, my anticipation whirling up like a tornado.
His tongue darted out, and he caressed up the seam. Despite the afternoon heat, goose bumps formed on my arms and I shivered. Arching toward him, I presented my cunt. A gift ready to be unwrapped.
He dipped between my folds, tormenting my clit. My fingers squeezed the chain. I looped my legs over his shoulder, either to free up his hands so he wouldn’t have to hold me in place or to keep him trapped between my thighs.
Archer lapped at my pussy like a man starved. “You do taste of honey everywhere.” His tongue dove deep into my slickness, winding me up. I’m a top ready to spring.
I cried out and leaned further back in the swing. He sucked then lashed, sucked then lashed at my clit and I locked my ankles behind his neck. “Don’t stop. Oh, Archer, that’s amazing.”
He slipped a finger past my entrance as he nibbled at my clit with his lips. He added another digit; finger fucking me and ratcheting up the storm stirring within me. Then his hand slid from my pussy and I almost whimpered. No, I had whimpered.
“Don’t worry, I know what you need,” he whispered against my leg.
My spine stiffened from his gentle probe between the cheeks of my ass. Using my own slickness he circled around that puckered spot, dipping inside slow and tentative. My body tingled and my skin suffused with heat. When Graham dared this possession of my tight hole, we’d joined together in the dark, hidden within the confines of the tent. Now I’m out in the open in full daylight. Then we’d been hyped up on adrenaline and the thrill of combat. This moment granted me no such excuse. It’s just me and the tantalizingly forbidden.
Had the guys shared their explorations with me? Did Archer know I’d enjoy Graham’s backdoor voyaging? My muscles tensed, but then Archer sucked the bundle of nerves between his teeth as he pressed forward against my rear hole. Why did I care if the guys talked if it resulted in this pleasure kick?
My senses reeled and my hands clamped around the chain, but old shames gripped me. “Wait, Archer. I don’t know.”
The man needed no second plea. With a gentle pull, he withdrew from the ring of muscles. Archer concentrated on my clit with his, oh, so talented tongue. He plunged his thumb into my slick heat. My loud moan startled a bird in a nearby tree, and the poor thing flew away.
As I relaxed, he began a two-tiered raid on my senses with his thumb, his lips, his tongue and his teeth.
Lick.
Plunge.
Suck.
Thrust.
Nibble.
Everything inside me tightened. Throbbed. Ached. My core clenched and heavy shudders quaked through me. That’s when he added his finger. A powerful orgasm slammed into me like a Cat 5 hurricane, lashing at my body and draining my energy. Every coherent thought vanished. Archer left me with nothing but the bliss he’d wrought from his attentions between my legs.
The jerks and spasms wracking my body waned bit by bit. My awareness returned in stages. My tight grip on the chain swing. The whistle of the wind through the leaves. Archer’s smooth cheek on my inner thigh. I stirred and my lids flickered open.
The man who’d pleasured me so thoroughly lifted his head and his dark eyes bored into mine, searching my face. “I kind of lost it there,” I admitted.
Archer soothed me with a lazy caress of his tongue. A thousand tiny ripples erupted. “I told you physics was sexy.”
His teasing tone made me laugh, my breasts jiggling with a giggle. His focus centered on the pink silk of my bra, my nipples tight points against the fabric. “Vi, I am in the worst way. Tasting you, feeling you come on my tongue, hearing those erotic little moans...”
I loosened my legs around his shoulders and he lowered the swing until my feet dangled inches above the ground. I searched the area until I spotted another piece of play equipment on the swing set. I stood on wobbly legs and pointed toward the slide. “There, but first you gotta lose these clothes.”
I’d never seen a man destroy a shirt at lightning speeds. The cotton ripped as he tugged it over his head. I tackled the button on his shorts, fumbling for a moment until it popped free. I shoved his pants open and his hard cock sprung out, long and straight, slick at the tip and ready to go. The sight of his length made me feel empty and aching to be filled.
We raced toward the slide, and I pushed on his chest until he settled at the bottom made of heavy green plastic. “This used to be metal and hot as fire in the summer.”
“I will make you burn hot as fire,” I promised, and nibbled at his ear
Archer gripped my shoulders, dragging me away from the crook of his neck. “This is great, but I need you now.”
“No foreplay?” I asked, lifting a brow.
“You coming was all the foreplay I need,” he told me, his lopsided grin charming.
“No quizzing me on physics? Why don’t I show you what I know about force?” I flattened my palms against his chest and pushed until he reclined against the slide. I reached for his shaft to give him a few pumps to ready him, but he didn’t require my help. A fully loaded and raring to go Archer unleashed something within me. A power over his body I reveled, but also humbled me at the same time.
Hiking up my skirt, I straddled the slide, my wet folds hovering over his cock. Close…but not yet. I teased the crown of his length, coating him with my honey, denying him his target.
