Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Connor

H er smell enveloped me as we crashed together once more in a kiss even hungrier than the last. That fresh lemon and basil had become my favorite scent long ago, and as my tongue ravaged Ivy's mouth, tangling and twisting with her own, I tried to breathe in as much of it as I possibly could. I tasted the bitterness of the vodka and tonic water and the citrus of the limes from the vodka tonics she'd been drinking all night. That was her go-to cocktail: vodka tonic with two limes squeezed into it. It was one of the many things I'd learned about her during all those months we'd been friends. During those months I'd been heading down a path I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't go down again.

The blood pumping in my ears sounded like whitewater rapids but I still managed to hear the greedy little whimpering sounds Ivy made that I gladly swallowed down. Her hands fisted the lapels of my tuxedo jacket, using her iron grip to keep me close as she rose up on the toes of those sexy-as-fuck heels to take the kiss deeper.

A growl worked its way up my throat as I gripped her hair, wrapping it around my fist and using it to tug her head back so I could drag my tongue down the column of her throat. I nipped at her collarbone before traveling back upward, stopping to take my time at the spot right beneath her ear that drove her absolutely wild.

A low, throaty moan slipped past her lips as she dropped her head farther back, giving me better access. From our night together, I knew that spot was one of her buttons, and it might have made me an asshole to jab on it right then, but I wasn't above playing dirty. I teased and kissed and licked until she was panting for air. I dragged my teeth along the cord of her throat and kissed my way down, down, down to that tantalizing dip in the neckline of her dress that had been driving me crazy all goddamn night.

I sucked at the skin across her chest just above the swells of her round tits, leaving red marks along her cleavage.

"Mmm, Connor," she hummed, lifting her head. Her pupils were blown, the black swallowing up so much of that crystal blue that there was only a small rim around the very edge. Her cheeks were rosy with want, her lips swollen from my own. Her gaze was hazy as she blinked her hooded eyes at me.

"What do you want, butterfly?" I rasped. I banded one arm around her waist, holding her to me as tightly as possible. I grabbed behind her right knee and hiked her leg up to my hip, exposing her thigh from beneath the slit in her dress. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through the layers between us, and it was enough to make my hips buck involuntarily, rubbing my steel erection against her core through our clothes.

She replied by reaching up and gripping my hair, yanking my mouth back down to hers. My tongue thrust against hers in the same rhythm as my hips, my rock-hard cock teasing her clit through her panties. I could feel her wetness seeping through the layers.

"Tell me, Ivy," I demanded, my words gritted out as I slid my hand upward so I could drag the pad of my thumb over her nipple that was puckered hard beneath the slinky material of her dress. My girl wasn't wearing a bra underneath—that much was obvious thanks to the non-existent back—and I could see perfectly that her nipples were painfully hard, begging to be sucked on until what I knew from memory was a soft petal pink turned bright red. "Tell me what you want."

She kept her leg hooked over my hip of her own accord as she trailed one of her small hands down the front of my shirt, curling her fingers so I could feel the scrape of her nails. Her tongue darted out and licked across my Adam's apple just as her hand reached the waistband of my pants. Before I knew what was happening, she had my fly undone and her hand slid inside, gripping my cock so fast I grunted at the unexpected contact.

Her eyes widened as she looked down. Her hand worked me under my pants and boxer briefs. Her grip exactly how I liked it. She held me in a tight fist, sliding her hand upward and twisting at the crown, gathering the pre-cum that was already leaking out so she could use it to make the glide easier. "God, I nearly forgot how big you are."

"I never forgot," I admitted on a growl. "I still remember how tight your cunt gripped me and how sweet it tasted. I've thought about that every goddamn day for months while I'm fucking my own fist and coming on my stomach."

She blinked once, her eyelids remaining low and sultry as her tongue peeked out and pulled her plump bottom lip between her teeth. "You want me to tell you what I want?"

I dragged my thumb over her nipple once more, eliciting a gasp from her. " Fuck yes ."

Her fingers flexed around my length before sliding painfully slowly downward. "I want you to stuff your fingers inside my pussy. I want to jack your big cock while you fuck me with those fingers until you're so crazy you can't stand it for another second." Her hips rolled as she spoke, rubbing herself against me so I could feel the heat from her cunt. She was driving me out of my goddamn mind. "Then I want you to fuck me," she said on a whisper, that tongue sliding out again to flick across my top lip. "Right here in this barn."

My chest vibrated on a primal sound as I reached down and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her hand out of my pants. "If that's what you want, baby," I said in a low, craggy voice.

Her chin hitched up with determination, her eyes boring into mine. "It is."

"All right then. But if you're gonna jack me off, we need a little somethin' to make it easier." I lifted her hand between us so it was face level, then I worked to unfold her fingers so her palm was flat. "Spit." I ordered.

She blinked. The way her chest stuttered on an exhale and the frantic thrum of the pulse in her neck the only outward signs that my command affected her. She pursed those bee-stung lips and did as I said, spitting into the center of her palm. "Good girl." I didn't waste another second guiding her hand back down and shoving it into my boxers. "Now fuck me with that little fist."

She gave my erection another squeeze, this one almost too tight, and when I grunted and flinched, she smiled wickedly right before the flutter of pain turned into pleasure. Fuck , my wild woman . Those little glimpses had driven me to her in the past and were what kept me panting after her, even all these months later. There was a lot I liked about this woman, but her wild streak had to be right at the top.

I kept my eyes locked on hers while she worked my cock exactly how I liked it and watched her closely as I sucked my index and middle fingers into my mouth. She swallowed thickly, her eyes falling to my mouth as I pulled out the slicked-up digits and moved to slide my hand beneath her skirt. "Fuck, you're so goddamn wet," I grunted as I shoved the lacy scrap of material between her thighs to the side and brushed along her slit. She was practically dripping. "Is this all for me?" I asked as I gathered that wetness up on my fingers and used it while I moved up and began to circle her clit.

Her head tipped backward on a hitched breath, bumping lightly into the wood of the stall wall behind her. "Stop teasing and put them inside me already." Christ, I loved it when her voice got all husky with sex. She could make billions as a phone sex operator if she wanted to.

"Like this?" I didn't give her any warm-up before shoving my two fingers as deep as they could go.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out, her hips lurching forward as she dropped her head onto my shoulder. Her pussy was as tight as I remembered, locking around my fingers like a vise. I gave her a moment to adjust, but not all the way before pulling out and stuffing her full once more. We might have only had one night together, but it was enough for me to learn what she liked, and my wild little butterfly liked to be fucked rough.

"Is this what you were wanting?" I teased as I fucked her with those two fingers so hard her body jolted against mine. I kept my pace slow, but my strokes nearly brutal, and in no time, her walls were fluttering against me.

"God, Connor, yes ." Her tits heaved on choppy breaths as we used our hands to fuck each other. My dick was leaking with so much pre-cum I felt the wet spot on the front of my boxer briefs growing bigger by the second. Meanwhile, Ivy was so wet she was dripping down my wrist.

"You ready for a third?" I asked, thumbing her clit as I worked my fingers in and out of her. "Need to stretch you a little wider if you're gonna take my cock, baby."

Her head bobbled on a nod. She sucked in a gasp as I started to work a third finger into her tight, wet, heat. Even as drenched as she was, it was a tight fit.

"Oh shit," she yelped as her hand around my cock started to work in time with each plunge of my fingers. My cock got even harder at the feel of her clenching my fingers, at the sound of her wetness as I fucked her deep, at the smell of her arousal and the noises she made as she fisted my cock, jerking me even faster. Her movements matched my own, and she began to rock on my hand, picking up the pace the closer she got. I wanted to hear and feel her come, but I needed to hold out until I could get inside her.

With my other hand, I reached down and stopped her from taking me any further as I worked her higher and higher.

"Connor, I'm?—"

"Do it, Ivy. Come on my hand so you can come on my cock."

Her orgasm washed over her then, her walls clenching and fluttering with her release. I had to grind my teeth together to keep from shooting off at the sound of her. As soon as her release left her, I pulled my fingers free and fisted her panties, ripping them clean off her body and tossing them aside.

"Take my cock out," I commanded as I lifted my hand to my lips and sucked her intoxicating flavor off my fingers.

Her hands worked fast, pulling my dick free and shoving my pants and underwear over my hips. She licked her lips as she eyed it, making it twitch. "You have a condom?" she asked, her eyes pleading.

In short, quick movements I pulled out the one I kept in my wallet and ripped the wrapper open with my teeth. I slid it into place, hoisted her up, and braced one arm under her ass to hold her in place as her legs wrapped around my waist. I lined up the head of my cock with her sopping entrance and nudged it into place.

"Now," she practically begged. "Now, Connor. Please. Fuck me."

My control shattered. With one snap of my hips, I buried myself balls deep in the only woman I'd ever wanted this goddamn badly.

Her jaw hinged open and her eyes bugged out. "Oh fuck!" She sucked in a startled gasp as my cock stretched her wide. "Oh my God."

"Shh," I soothed when she squeezed her eyes closed and curled her lips between her teeth, biting down hard. "It's okay, honey. Just breathe." I brought my free hand up beneath her chin and tilted her face to mine so I could give her a slow, sensual kiss, hoping it would relax her. I began to move slowly when her kisses turned desperate and her hips started to roll, her silent way of urging me on.

"That's it, Ivy." I began sliding in and out, careful not to rush and risk hurting her. "God, you're so beautiful."

She whimpered, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip as her cunt began to pulse around me.

"More," she demanded on a heavy breath.

I picked the pace up a bit, the feel of her silky clutch slowly killing me, but Christ, what a way to go.

"Connor, more. Stop holding back. I want you to fuck me."

My lips curled back on a growl as I gave her exactly what she was asking for. I drove my cock into her so hard the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the barn. Her cries grew louder and sharper. Ivy's nails dug into my scalp at the back of my head as her heels dug into my ass, and the sting of both only spurred me on.

"Yes, just like that," she gasped as her tits bounced with each brutal thrust. Reaching up, I yanked the thin strap of her dress down her shoulder, exposing that pale pink nipple. I cupped her tit and lifted it, wrapping my lips around the stiff peak and sucking hard as I continued to fuck her up against the rough wooden wall.

"Don't stop!" she cried out, gripping my hair in her fists and holding my face to her chest. I made quick work of exposing the other one and giving it the same treatment, abusing her pretty nipples until they glowed blood red and I'd left deep purple marks all over her chest.

I would have gladly suffocated in the valley of her cleavage a very happy man, but I wanted to see her face when she came, and I could feel her getting close.

"That's it, Ivy," I said as I watched her throat work on all the noises she was making. "God, look at you. Look how well you're taking me, baby. See how perfectly your cunt's taking my dick?"

She looked down to where our bodies connected, my cock glistening with her arousal every time I pulled out before slamming back in.

My balls drew up tight against my body as tingles spread beneath my skin. I had to clamp down on the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood to keep from coming. No way was I getting off until she did. "Look at you, taking me like such a good girl."

"Oh fuck, Connor," she said in a high-pitched, pleading tone. "I'm gonna come. Don't stop."

"Fuck yes," I hissed as I lost my rhythm and began slamming into her frantically. "Fuckin' squeeze my cock. Come all over me and milk me dry."

She tossed her head back on a broken cry as she exploded, clamping down around me as she came on a scream of my name. It was impossible to hold off when her pussy was clutching me like a hot, velvet vise. I let loose on a primal roar, pouring into her body, spurt after agonizing spurt. I came so hard stars burst in front of my eyes. I managed to lock my knees before they could give out, staying buried deep as her cries turned into whimpers.

I'd come harder than I had in my entire life, and the only thing I could think was how fucking badly I wanted to do it again.