Chapter Twenty-Eight Wade

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Wade

I watch Ivy's throat work into a gulp. It doesn't take much to see that I'm nowhere near fucking done in this bathroom.

I expect her to back away, cover her eyes, back up, but none of that happens as we stand suspended like this for a length of time I could never measure. Me stroking my rock-hard cock, naked with my back to her while she watches in the mirror. The only sound is her breath as it increases when she takes in my size, probably registering that I would fill her like she's never been filled.

Ivy's breathing continues to shallow as she moves closer to me, until she's standing right behind me. I brace myself for something, anything, but I never stop my fist on my cock.

After all, she came in here.

Her delicate hands start at my shoulders and run down my arms. The moment her fingers connect with my skin I know there is no fucking going back. My eyes nearly roll back in my head just with her touch alone. I continue to work my cock with one hand and white-knuckle the counter with the other.

"What happened to not looking?" I smirk at her in the mirror over my shoulder. Only one of her blue eyes is visible from behind me.

She swallows, and her next words come out shaky but still confident. "Truth is … well, I've never really been a scout, never even known one so, um … upholding their honor doesn't mean shit to me."

Fucking Christ.

I spin around and stand over her, looking down at her from my full height, and I nod to her to look down.

"Then own it. Fucking look," I order.

Ivy does exactly what I tell her to do and looks down. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip as she pants in front of me, her eyes flitting back to mine.

"Wade …" she almost whines. A question lingers there, one I'm so fucking ready to answer.

I run my knuckles over her jaw with my free hand, never stopping the stroke on my cock as I tower over her and bring my mouth down as I cradle the side of her face to pull her closer still. I take a deep breath and inhale her. Sugar and cinnamon sweetness.

"I've fucking tried, Ivy. But I'm just exhausted trying to pretend I don't think of touching you every fucking second. See, I knew you were trouble, yet all I've wanted to do since the moment I met you is show you how to behave," I tell her, and a moan escapes her lips. "Every man has his breaking point," I say as I run my knuckles over her cheekbone, my other hand still working my cock that is so desperate to fuck.

"Now, you came in here, so tell me you want it. Tell me to stop being a gentleman. Tell me to be the man you're in here looking for, Ivy."

I slide my thumb across her bottom lip and slide it into her mouth. The heat and warmth of her consumes it as she doesn't hesitate to take it in.

"Just say the word," I tell her.

Ivy blinks up at me, wraps her arms up around my neck intentionally, and whispers the one word that takes away every ounce of control I possess. The one word that threatens to ruin me.

"Mercy …"

I growl in response, releasing my cock and wrapping my hands around her waist, and I let my mouth fucking consume hers. This kiss isn't careful, it's a torrid clash of lips, tongue and teeth as my hands slide fervently over her warm body, up under her shorts, as I squeeze her pert ass the way I've wanted to for so long, and it's a handful, just the way I like it. The moment I squeeze, she pushes herself further into me and I groan against her lips as she whimpers into mine.

Sweet heat and pressure licks up my hips and spine like lava as I lift her and carry her to the bed, depositing her onto her knees. Ivy reaches one hand up and places it on my tense jaw; the other moves between my legs and connects with my cock. She presses her palm against me and lets out a tiny gasp as I dip my head back down to hers. My tongue searches every corner of her mouth eagerly, just letting the sugar of her spread over my tastebuds for all of a minute as I grip her hips and pull her as close as I can. Moments pass like this as I savor every part of her mouth. I grab her hand from my cock and place her open palm under her lips.

"Spit," I growl, which makes her eyes grow as big as saucers.

Fuck, I'm so fucking hungry for her.

She doesn't question me, she listens like the good girl I already know she is and spits into her palm.

"Again," I say, knowing she has a lot to cover. She listens and spits again before returning her hand to my cock, desperately trying to meet her fingers around it, failing miserably because I'm too big for her and that makes me beyond desperate to fill every tight hole she has. The rhythm of her hand over my cock, for even a few fleeting moments, sends a deep groan through my chest into her mouth, which she swallows down eagerly.

"Can I?" she asks as I lick and suck her juicy bottom lip into my mouth.

She's about to meet the side of me she may not be ready for but I'm too far gone to hold back.

"Can you what?" I ask.

Ivy moans as my thumb and forefinger find each of her nipples through her flowy, silk tank.

"You want to suck my cock, Trouble?" I ask her.

" Fuck yes, I do," she whines. "I just don't … I haven't exactly done it before, not really."

I freeze, dead. Wait, what?

"It's just … any men before Brad were just one-offs, and he … he never wanted me to."

The fuck? A man that doesn't want his dick sucked should never be trusted, is my first thought. My second is that if I'm the lucky bastard that gets to be the first to stick my cock down her throat, well, I'll take that badge with fucking honor.

I kiss her lips. Fuck, I'll never get enough of them.

"I've got you. I'll teach you what to do," I say as I slide my thumb over her lip. I'm so fucking hard it hurts as she slinks down the bed to a sitting position and looks up at me expectantly. Her legs spread wide on either side of my standing ones. I push them open even wider just because I like the way it looks.

She's just the perfect height to press her lips to the head of my cock. I take a moment before I let her, to tilt her chin up to face me and take in the vision below me. Savoring it. Ivy looks so fucking beautiful and innocent. Her violet eyes stare back up at me, her cheeks are flushed, her pupils blown out, her lips already swollen from kissing me.

She's the prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen, just waiting for me to paint her lips with my cum. I slide my hand to the side of her face, letting my fingers rest in her hair as my thumb traces her cheekbone down to her jaw, then finally I pull down her bottom lip and hold her mouth open.

Fucking stunning.

"Stick your tongue out, Ivy. Show me where you want my cock," I tell her as she moans and does just as I say. Popping her mouth open wider, she darts her pink tongue out to wet her juicy fucking lips. Pre-cum leaks from my tip for her in anticipation of her mouth anywhere near me.

"More," I tell her, showing her how to give me the space I need. I drop my cock on her tongue.

"Suck," I command.

Her tongue comes up and swipes against the head of my rigid cock. I suck a breath in through my teeth with the contact. Her eyes never leave mine. The sight of her like this almost makes me lose it, but I somehow, someway, control myself, finding the will, because I want to fucking enjoy every second of her first real blow job.

"That's it, now wrap those pretty lips around me while I slide my cock into your mouth, and I want your eyes right here," I say as I point to my own.

Ivy nods, and wraps her hand around my base, using her tongue over the head of my cock. She moves slowly, like this is all new to her, and it's almost too much to take. Her bubblegum lips surround me as her tongue swirls the underside of my shaft. The heat and warmth of her mouth flood my senses as she moves her tongue the way she does when she kisses me. I groan. She's already better at this than she realizes.

I feast on the sight before me.

"You look fucking incredible with my cock in your mouth," I tell her.

I pull out just to give her a moment to breathe.

"I'm going to give you more now. Just relax, I'll tell you what to do," I say as I grip her hair with my fist and let myself slip into her mouth deeper. My head falls back; I feel like I may have just died and gone to my own personal heaven as I hit the back of her throat.

Ivy gags and sputters around me but that doesn't stop me.

"Take me deeper, and lick here when you do, slowly," I say, stroking the underside of my cock. She does exactly what I tell her to and she gags some more, fighting to catch her breath. I fucking love it.

"Fighting me like that only makes my dick harder, makes me want to fuck your throat deeper."

She moans with desire around me, and the vibration of her hum ripples through me in waves.

Fuck me. I want to do bad things to this woman.

"Atta girl, you like choking on my cock, don't you?" I growl as I fuck between her lips.

Ivy moans again and nods, her eyes huge and watery as I slide in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and staying there for a beat with every deep thrust as I grip the back of her head through her hair, letting her strands tangle through my fingers.

She whimpers around me as a tear spills out and over her cheek. I dart my thumb out to catch it before it falls, licking it off. Even her tears taste good.

I no longer feel like a man, I'm a beast that wants to bring every single part of her to my mouth.

My eyes roll back as she gets herself into a rhythm like she was born to suck my cock, trading between long languid flicks of her tongue and sweet pulls that have her cheeks hollowing out around me. Minutes pass like this as I revel in her hot mouth. Every dirty thought I've ever had of her brims to the surface with my impending release until I almost can't take it any longer.

She moans again in a quiet hum as she increases her pace around me, stroking me as her spit trails down my shaft with the depth I'm taking her, claiming her, fucking her beautiful face.

"That's it, such a good girl," I tell her as my thumb strokes her cheek while she works to take all of my cock.

"I'm going to come, Ivy, and you're going to swallow, understand?"

I'm so fucking close …

She nods and whimpers around me as my vision turns static. I use her hair to pull her face back slightly. Her jaw falls slack, her lips barely touching my cock, and she looks up at me with hooded eyes and sticks her motherfucking tongue out with a smirk and I lose it.

Hot ropes of cum jut out and land in her mouth, on her lips, and her chin. Some form of fuck and such a good fucking girl leaves my mouth mixed with murmurs of her name as I come back down to earth. I look down at her, dragging my thumb across her chin and swiping my cum that escaped her lips back into her mouth.

"Every last drop," I say as she takes my thumb and sucks it off like a dutiful little pupil while I groan. My cock already begs for more.

I pull her body up to me by her arms and crush myself to her. Tasting myself in her mouth as I do, and it drives me to the brink of insanity.

She moans into me.

"Wade, I'm on … fire. I need … I need—"

I chuckle into her lips.

"Trust me, Ivy, I already know what you need. What you should be worrying about is me never letting you get off your back once I get you there." I kiss her lips, almost gently, as I grin into them.

I realize she has no idea what she's in for.

I'm only just getting started.