Brazen Ivy, page 14
Left alone, I took a moment to gather my nerves. Don’t be nervous. Graham will stop the second I ask. Even if he feels like dying. I scanned his room to switch my focus off what we’d be doing together in a few minutes. I glanced at the box of stuff he’d purchased, saw the word Anal Plug on one of the packages and quickly averted my eyes.
The shirt he’d worn yesterday lay in a crumpled ball on the edge of his bed. I reached for it and brought the material to my nose. It still held his scent and–
Okay. Stop it right there. You won’t breathe in his scent when he’s not around like a creeper. You also won’t romanticize this moment and make it more significant than it is. You’re two people who turn each other on and planned amazing sex together.
With a smile, I folded the shirt and tossed it on his dresser. The doorknob rattled, and Graham stepped inside carrying a wine glass. I couldn’t hold back my laugh. “It’s not even noon.”
“A sip to take the edge off,” he said.
“Good thinking.” I grabbed the glass from his hand and gulped.
He tipped the wine away from me. “Edge off, not on the floor.”
After one more sip Graham claimed the goblet from my nerveless hands and placed it on his nightstand. “I think you’re a bit overdressed for this party. This tie on your skirt has been driving me wild.”
“I’ll be sure to wear sarongs more often.”
He fingered the strap between his fingertips, then with a tug loosened the fabric at my waist and unwrapped me like a gift. He traced along the edge of my scooped neck cami, teasing me with his touch. My nipples poked at the soft dusty pink cotton. He circled the tight bud through the material, smiling as goose bumps popped up across my chest.
“Let’s get you out of that shirt and facedown on the bed.” Graham played with the spaghetti straps on my cami.
I gasped and my muscles tensed. “Oh, but–”
He dropped a brief kiss on my open lips, stalling my protests. “For a massage, Ivy. You’re back is as stiff as a board.”
With a nod, I crossed my arms, gripped the hem of my shirt and slipped it up and off me.
Graham hissed in a breath. “But these tits though.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth. He palmed my other breast and my head lolled to the side.
“Mmm.” The man knew how to make me ache.
Graham lifted his lips and guided me toward the mattress. I stretched out on his sheets, my nose sinking into his soft pillow that smelled of mint. The sound of a bottle top pop open made me tense. What was that? Anal lube?
His oil-slick palms glided over my back, and the scent of lavender filled my nose. Massage oil. He’d promised me a rubdown. My tension eased and my muscles loosened as he kneaded and stroked every curve of my back. The wine warmed me from the inside out, and I grew more relaxed. And more turned on. But it was his words, Graham’s amazing sensual words, which wrapped me in a cocoon of tranquility that he alone wielded.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“From the moment I met you, I knew you’d be special to me.”
“I only want to give you pleasure.”
As he stroked lower and lower down my spine, my panties blocked his path. “Time to lose these.”
But Graham made no moved to strip them off me. He continued to smooth and rub, his fingertips never tugged at the lace of my panties. He’s waiting for you to make the move. Letting him know when you’re ready for more. I ached for more five minutes ago. I lifted my hips from the bed, and he peeled off the satin and lace.
Graham gripped the globes of my ass. “Now this. This is a masterpiece.”
I couldn’t help the giggle from escaping and with it, any last trepidation of our actions. Our next steps in the bedroom. His every move reaffirmed my choice to share my body with him this way. The bottle popped open again and Graham warmed the oil between his hands. I tensed when his palms settled on my cheeks, but relaxed as he rubbed my ass in circles. “That’s it, babe. Loosen up for me.”
With each pass, his fingers moved closer and closer to the crease until he grazed the rosette. At last. Pleasure triggered along my skin in a way so different from when he traced around my clit. My breath hitched.
“You good?” he asked, his care and concern eased me further into the cocoon of tenderness he’d enveloped me in.
“So good.”
He circled my anus, increasing pressure with each orbit until the tip of his finger breached me. I expected the burn like last time, but pleasure engulfed me. Graham took his time, slowly adding more length of his finger until he popped past the ring of muscles and sunk to his second knuckle. Graham gave me a moment to acclimate to his invasion, and then cautiously pulled from my body.
“This is so hot, Ivy. The thought of being inside you this way,” a quake racked his frame. Damn. I’d done that to him. “You ready for something different?”
After my enthusiastic nod, he leaned over and placed a kiss on my shoulder. “Roll over.”
I spun around, getting comfortable against the pillow. Graham kissed first one nipple. Then the other. With a wink he reached for the box and pulled out a metal plug flanged at the end with a bright pink jewel. I traced the gemstone with my finger.
“See? Nothing to worry about,” he said.
I lifted a brow. “Easy for you to say. Nothing’s going up your ass.”
Graham’s shoulders shook with laughter. “True.” Then his smile faded. “We’ll stop the moment you need to.”
I cupped his cheek, loving how much he cared for me. “I know. Why’d you have me roll over around? Wouldn’t it be easier still on my stomach?”
“Yes, but then I’d be prevented from doing this as I slid the toy inside you.” This was his tongue lightly dancing along my clit.
“Oh,” I said as my stomach hollowed, and I dug my heels into the mattress. He teased me with delicate strokes aimed to please but not bring me to climax. After a moment he lifted his head.
“Open your eyes, Ivy.”
My lids fluttered wide, and I saw the plug from the package. I watched as he squirted a generous amount of lube on the end, coating the toy. “See? I’m about to rock your world, Babe. Now I want your legs over my shoulders and your pussy on my face.”
I scooted my hips in place with record speed and he rewarded me with the most delicious swipe of his tongue. My eyes shut again, and I embraced Graham pleasuring me with his mouth. He took his time, building me up slow and steady. An unhurried swirl. A leisurely lick. Then, the firm pressure of the toy’s tip. Different from his finger, colder, but not unpleasant. As he pressed the plug, his mouth grew more insistent between my legs. By the time the toy slid past the tight restriction inside me and fully seated, he lapped at my pussy.
“You can come.”
His words were the exact invitation I needed. My fingers tangled in his hair and my ankles locked behind his head and I climaxed, hard and pounding. My muscles clamped on the metal plug wedged within me. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me with the power of a gale force wind.
Finally, the onslaught ended and my grip loosened on poor Graham’s scalp. He scooted up my body, his legs between mine, his strong chest against the softness of my breasts. My eyelids fluttered open, and I met Graham’s direct green stare. Desire blazed in his eyes. Harsh lines molded the planes and angles of his face. The fierce ridge of his cock pulsed with life and prodded at my wet slit. His taut body vibrated with his efforts to keep his need in check.
He’d still be able to stop if I asked, right?
I shook that unwelcome thought from my mind. This was Graham, and I trusted him implicitly. I won’t allow unpleasant thoughts to crowd out my bliss.
“How do you feel?” he asked. The man knew the perfect thing to ask.
I stretched, loving the heady release after such an intense orgasm. “Incredible.”
He reached behind me and tapped at the jeweled tip of the plug. An aftershock shimmied though my core. “Good to keep this here?”
“Absolutely,” I reassured him, once I found my voice again.
Graham shifted his hips and teased the slick lips of my pussy with the crown of his dick. My eyes flickered closed with the bolt of sizzling heat that followed. He dropped a kiss on my temple. “Eyes open.”
Our gazes locked, and I sighed as Graham slid his throbbing shaft into me slow and steady. His gaze never left mine as he delved deeper and deeper still. I’d never felt so full. Pressure spiraled with an erotic force no barometer could track. I desperately wanted to close off every other sensation and just receive the ecstasy coiling within me and dancing along my nerve endings. But I remained aware of the moment. Somehow I understood this overwhelming man buried to the hilt inside me needed to peer into my eyes. Gauge my reaction. He pulled from me, and I frowned.
He claimed my lips with a hiss. “We’re only beginning.” Leaning in, Graham surged forward, filling me once more. I moaned at the hint of pure heaven neared my grasp. Over and over he drove within me, giving me just enough force that kept me exquisitely aware of the toy snug in my rear opening. Our gazes remained locked until the delightful tremors of my orgasm zipped over me. My fingers dug into the cheeks of his ass as I came, my body tight around the cock between my legs and the plug in the back.
The comedown from my second climax took longer. The man had massaged my muscles until they turned to jelly, but nothing compared to back-to-back orgasms. Graham’s lips settled against mine, and I kissed him with utter abandonment. His stiff rod twitched, still inside me. How had I not realized he hadn’t come yet?
Because he’s waiting to fire off when you’re ready to welcome him. I cupped his cheeks and gently drew his lips away from mine. I swallowed. Hard. “I’m ready for you, Graham,” I told him, my voice trembling. Keith’s boast of tearing my ass apart taunted me.
He rested his forehead against mine and sucked in a breath. “What did I promise you, Ivy?”
“That you were going to make it good for me,” I replied.
“Do you trust me?”
I nodded because I handed this man the most important part of me–my trust.
He examined my face, searching for signs of indecision or a change of heart. He flashed me a dazzling smile that sent my pulse racing. Just as I recovered from that daze, he withdrew from my pussy and shifted to my side. “On your stomach.”
Excitement fluttered in my belly. With a deep breath, I rolled over. In a few minutes Graham will bury his dick into my ass. I braced for the fear and misgivings and fought tearing up with joy when neither reared their venom.
I expected him to haul the plug from me. Instead, he smoothed his hands over my skin again, soothing me until I relaxed deeper and deeper into the soft cotton of his sheets.
“Draw your legs up to your chest and lift your hips,” he said.
His gentle order nearly drowned me in anticipation. Following his instruction, I tucked my knees under me, exposing every intimate part of me to Graham. His knuckle grazed the tender skin between the cheeks of my ass. I gasped when he clutched the end of the sex toy and with a careful pull; he gradually towed the plug from me. “Ivy you’re so ready. I wish you could see how beautiful your open body is to me.”
A special reverence interlaced his words that resonated with a primal instinct I didn’t realize I’d possessed. He will protect you. “I’m beginning to understand.”
I turned my head to gaze upon my strong, caring man. He smeared lube all over his cock. Desire and excitement warred as the predominant expression on his face as he guided his length to the tight hole he’d soon breach. His eyelids fluttered in pleasure at the first probe of my ass with the tip of his penis. “Ivy, this is already amazing. Now deep breath in and blow it out. Slowly.”
I followed his direction, and as I exhaled Graham angled his hips forward. He felt different from the plug, warmer and less rigid, but bigger.
“That’s it, Babe. You’re doing so great.” He reached around and brushed my clit with his magical fingertips. The tight ring of muscles relaxed more, and the crown of his cock slid inside with no resistance. “Oh yeah. There’s the hard part.”
For a moment I couldn’t think. The fullness shocked me and I’m engulfed in thousands of sensations. And emotions. Every inch of my skin tingled and my senses grew hyperaware. Of the rough hair on his thighs. The harsh draw of his breath. The pulse of his erection as he invaded me. I felt out of control. Disconnected. Alone, yet surrounded. I gripped his knees and began to pant.
He immediately stilled.
“You okay, Ivy? Fuck I’d die if I thought I’d hurt you.”
I nodded, quick to reassure him. “I just need a moment.” I swallowed, attempting to come back to myself.
His hand eased from between my thighs and he caressed the lines my back, the curve of my hip, and the muscles of my arms. I relaxed under his calming touch. He spoke to me with soft words of encouragement.
“Babe, you’re amazing.”
“I’ve never felt this way about a woman, Ivy.”
“You stun me.”
My nails dug into his skin. “Touch me,” I demanded. “Finger me.”
His hand returned to my clit. He circled the honey at the bud of nerves soft and slow until my shoulders lowered and my hips rose to meet him
“You ready for me to move?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, concentrating on the bliss he wrought from my pleasure center.
Graham pulled away only to sink back into me. The tingling along my nerve endings, both between my legs and where he entered me intensified. He stroked in and out of me with his cock as he stroked over the nub of sensation with his fingers. I sensed a rising storm churning within him. He fought his instinct to slam into me and kept the gentle pace.
“This is so fucking unbelievable, Ivy. Please tell me it feels good for you. I’d stop if it doesn’t.” He dragged air into his lungs as he fed me inch after amazing inch. “It would kill me, but I’d stop.”
The desperate promise in his voice released the mental shackle that held me hostage. Any lingering burn faded to nothing. “I’m good. Go. Harder. I can take it.”
“Thank fuck,” his pleasure-laced voice was almost a groan. He pulled away only to pump in his thick length. “Still okay?”
I nodded because tendrils of sensation at the intense invasion of my body left me breathless. He plastered his chest against my back, targeting that exquisite spot between my legs to strum. My muscles clamped at his arousing touch.
“Ivy, do that again.”
“This?” I asked and squeezed.
“Yeah.” The word sounded dragged from his throat. “You’re so tight, babe, I’m not gonna last long.”
He swirled around my clit with his finger and then slid his thumb along the seam of my pussy. My knees weakened. “I’m good. I’m close,” I said between clenched teeth.
Graham licked along my shoulder, eliciting a shiver and then pumped his cock in slow, extended strokes. In and out. In and out, his speed quickened. His thrusts more powerful with each stroke.
“Mmm, Graham. I need...more.” I hadn’t expected to enjoy this act. In fact, I’d been determined to hate it, but Graham forced me to relish his foray in my back channel. To enjoy, and not simply endure. He astounded me. He compelled reactions from secret places inside me. From my core. The deepest, most primal part of me.
Graham anchored me against his chest with his arm, never neglecting the needy bud between my legs. He rocked into me. Hard and fast. My control shattered and my senses grew wild. Frenzied. My fingers curled into the bed sheets and my muscles clamped tight.
When he slipped a finger inside my pussy, I toppled over the edge of my restraint. Every thought in my head focused. He owned everything I heard, touched and smelled. I came with a guttural moan that shook my whole body.
“You’re so tight on me, babe. You’re gonna make me come,” Graham said
“Do it,” I urged between pants. “I want to hear you come.”
The arm he’d fastened around me gripped tighter. His body pistoned into me in a way I’d expected would hurt, but felt glorious.
“Yes, yes,” I pled, so close to coming again.
He shot off into my ass. The sound of his fierce growl sent me off again. The tight walls of my pussy squeezed on the finger inside while Graham pumped behind me, his movements no longer smooth but jerky. Finally, he collapsed against me, bracing on his arms to spare me the brunt of his weight. We filled the room with the harsh sounds of our gasps for breath. I fought to drag air into my lungs. Spent, he guided his cock from me and rolled to his back.
How could I still experience aftershocks?
“Ivy, that was...” his words trailed off, and I smiled.
“Yeah,” I replied, because what else was there to say?
He reached for me and tucked me against his side. “I don’t want this summer to end,” he admitted, then kissed the top of my head.
My throat tightened, and I blinked back sudden tears. I cuddled up next to the strength of his chest, my daring explorer. His breathing evened, and I realized he’d fallen asleep.
The ramifications of these idyllic weeks lit up like fireflies on a lazy moonless night.
You crave their touch more than ice cream.
You need everything these men give you and more
You’re falling in love with them.
That last insight left me scrambling. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. I slid out from under the weight of his arm, careful not to disturb him. I needed out of Graham’s room. Out of the tangled sheets and away from the heady scent of our sex.
As I reached for the door handle, I chanced one more glance at Graham’s sleeping face. I longed to return to his bed, slip under the covers and plaster myself against his reassuring strength, but fear wracked me and forced me to flee. I’d do anything to slow time and live these long, hot days of this summer forever.
Chapter 11
Over the next week, Elliott continued his pattern of avoiding the cabin. He’d disappear by the time I stumbled into the kitchen each morning to start breakfast. On the nights he slept here, he kept his door firmly shut or arrived long after we’d all left for bed.
