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IVY
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TOMORROW. I NOW HATE that word. Tomorrow is the day I have to leave. Yesterday, I walked down and found the rocks, making sure I remembered my way. I did it while David was on a phone call. He wasn’t very happy I took a walk without him, but after a make-out session and an orgasm, I was forgiven.
He then insisted I let him take me out on a real date. He gave me a bit of a guilt trip to get me to agree, saying if he never gets to see me again, he wants to know he treated me right and set the bar high for any other guy to tries to gain my attention. Though I could tell the thought of me with some other guy killed him the same way the thought of him with another woman gutted me.
So we went out to dinner at a nice place. We got a private table, and then we took a walk down along the river and got some ice cream. He got stopped a few times to sign autographs, and it was great to see him with his fans. He always kept an eye on me but was very engaging with them as well.
Once we got home, he spread a blanket out in the backyard, and we laid down and watched the stars for an hour just talking. I have to say it was the best date I have ever been on. No awkward silences and no trying to figure out what to talk about; it was perfect and comfortable.
I laughed so much, and the conversation was good, and we were just us. Just David and Ivy, not David Miller, soon-to-be rock and roll king and Ivy Collins, the time travel girl.
I plan to make the most out of today. While my heart couldn’t bear it to make love, then leave, I plan to at least have his cock in my mouth today. Everything we have done has been with clothes on, so now it’s time for the clothes off fun. I walk to the office at the end of the hallway and pause while he is on the phone. I know he doesn’t care if I walk in.
I poke my head in and watch his face light up instantly when he sees me. I stand and watch him for a few minutes. His eyes glance up and meet mine every now and then. Seeing this side of him behind the music gets to me. He’s always working with different charities and making sure the people working for him are taken care of.
In return, I see how loyal they are to him. Like Nancy. She has been watching me like a hawk, and she’s so protective of him. I’m worried I’m going to slip up and say something wrong, but the flip side is I’m glad he has people in his life like that.
I close the door and walk in and go sit on his lap. He wraps the arm, not holding the phone around me, and he rests his head on my shoulder, listening to whoever is talking on the other end. I run my fingers through his hair, something I know calms him, but at the same time, his cock coming to life under my ass.
I smile, perfect. I turn and kiss down his neck before I slip on to my knees on the floor in front of him between his legs. He stares at me, but his breathing picks up as I reach for his belt. I take my time undoing it and brushing my hands over his cock more than necessary. Once his belt is open, I open his pants and push them and his underwear down enough to pull his cock out.
This is the first time I’ve seen it. Sure, I’ve felt it many times, but this is the first time with no clothes, and as I expected, it’s huge. So long and so wide that I can’t wrap my hand all the way around.
As soon as I try to wrap my hand around it at the base, he quickly wraps up the phone call and hangs up.
He continues to breathe heavily as he watches me but still doesn’t say a word. He is gripping the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles are turning white, and cum is dripping from his cock. I lean up and lick the cum off and give the head of his cock a kiss. His whole body jerks, and he starts breathing even heavier.
I look up at him, and his eyes lock on mine. I keep eye contact while I start to slip my mouth down his cock. He looks away, tossing his head back against the chair as he lets out a strangled moan. I work him in and out of my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can.
“Ivy... god... so good...don’t stop,” he gets out in strangled gasps. Something about knowing that I’m the one making him feel like that turns me on. I reach down and push my shorts to the side and start rubbing my clit with one hand while I use the other hand to pump the part of his cock I can’t fit in my mouth.
“Jesus, Ivy, you are trying to kill me.” I look up, and his eyes lock on my hand between my legs, and I double my efforts, sucking harder and faster. One of his hands grip my hair, and I can’t help but moan. His hips jerk when I do, and he thickens in my mouth.
“Agh, beautiful, I’m going to come,” he says, trying to pull away. I suck harder and rub my clit harder, and then his cum hits the back of my throat, and he groans my name. It triggers my own orgasm, and I moan around his cock while I finish swallowing every drop he gives me.
When we both are done, he pulls me back onto his lap and kisses me long and hard.
“Beautiful, you take my breath away. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You getting off on getting me off. Every time I close my eyes, I will see that picture.”
He kisses me again slowly and thoroughly before pulling away and looking in my eyes.
“I didn’t know I could feel this much for someone. Please don’t break me,” he says just above a whisper.
“David ...” That’s all I can get out before I burst into tears. He lets me cry and just rubs my back until I am done. He doesn’t talk about tomorrow. He just wraps up his workday and takes me to his bed.
He calls it our bed. We lie there snuggled together and just talk.
“Tell me about your childhood,” I say.
“Well, we were dirt poor and shared a two-bedroom house with my dad’s brother. My parents and me in one bedroom and my aunt and uncle and two cousins in another. Both my dad and uncle worked at the local factory, taking any extra shifts they could. My mom and my aunt baked pies and sold them to a restaurant in town. Then I was about eight when my dad was injured and was out of work. My mom took a few seamstress jobs, and to keep me out of my dad’s hair during the day when I wasn’t at school, she sent me to a church. That’s where I got into singing with the choir and learned to play the piano. What about your childhood?”
I can’t help but wonder what my childhood would have been like if I had grown up at the same time as him. What would his have been like if he grew up in my time? How much of that has shaped who we are?
“Well, I don’t remember much about my parents. They had me but didn’t want to give up their party lifestyle. I do remember that they were big fans of your music. They died in a car crash, and I went to live with my grandparents, who raised me. No siblings, but I never missed out either. I went to college, and they insisted I move into the dorms and get the full experience. I met Brian that year. We instantly bonded at a party we were both dragged to but hated. We ditched it for this burger place we had both been dying to try. During my second year of school, my grandpa became sick and passed away, and my grandma passed a few months later. Brian was there for me through it all. We got an off-campus apartment after that, and he’s the closest thing to family I have left. Tell me what you love and hate about singing.”
“I love it when people tell me one of my songs helped them through a bad time. After a concert in Chicago, a man told me one of my songs stopped him from taking his own life a few months ago. He thanked me with tears in his eyes because a week later, he met his now girlfriend, and he told me he knows she is his one. Moments like that keep me going. Knowing I can take care of my parents now is a big motivator too. What I hate is the lack of privacy, the schedule while on tour, and being managed like I’m a kid.”
“What are your future plans?” I ask him.
“Well, before you came into my life, I would have said I’d do this for a few years and make enough money to live on comfortably, be able to take care of my parents and my family, then shift over and help others get their start in the music business and not be on the stage so much myself.”
“And now?” I am almost afraid to ask.
“Now, I’m not sure. I just know I want you to be a part of that future.”
“If I could stay here, I would, but I don’t even know what kind of effect my being here now is having on history. I know Brian will be watching it and digging into it like a hawk.”
We have lunch and dinner in bed. And this classifies as the perfect day. After dinner, he gets really quiet, and I can tell something is on his mind, so I ask him.
“I know you leave tomorrow, but... will you come back to me?” he asks. He sounds so vulnerable, almost like a lost little boy.
It breaks my heart because I don’t want to lie to him. “I will do everything in my power to come back to you, but I can’t promise I will be able to.”
He nods his head lost in thought. “Well, you know it’s extremely unfair that you got to taste me, and I haven’t gotten to taste you. Can I kiss you, beautiful”—he runs his finger over my pussy—“here?”
I can only nod. He runs a finger along my seam over my panties.
“Jesus, you are soaked.”
“That’s what you do to me, baby.”
He sits up and slowly pulls my panties down my legs, watching me like he’s waiting for me to stop him. Well, that’s not going to happen. I’m so damned turned on, I might die if he stops. He tosses my panties on the ground and then runs his hands up the insides of my legs until he gets to my core.
“Open up for me, beautiful,” he says. I bend my knees and spread my legs wide, and he stares down at my pussy. He runs a finger through my soaked lips up to my clit and starts to rub circles there, watching me the whole time.
He runs a few circles before he leans in and licks my whole seam, making me scream out his name. He then moans and latches on to my clit and sucks hard. My hips jerk, pressing into his face, making him moan again. He slips a finger into my aching pussy and slowly starts stroking me while he sucks on my clit. A few strokes later, he adds a second finger, and I start to shake, trying to hold off my climax, but he isn’t having any of that. He hooks his fingers, finding that perfect spot, and rubs hard while he sucks hard. My hips buck wildly, and I shatter, screaming his name. He doesn’t slow down. And a second climax rolls over me before he pulls his fingers up and licks them, then kisses his way up my body until he reaches my lips.
“Will you sleep like this tonight?” he asks while kissing my neck.
“Mmmm, as long as you sleep without your shirt on,” I say, and instantly, he is sitting up and rips his shirt off.
We snuggle, and sleep takes both of us quickly.
***
I WOKE UP TO DAVID between my legs. Today, he was relentless and wouldn’t stop until he pulled three orgasms from me. Then he let me return the favor and go down on him. I feel like a bowl of Jell-O, and I think his plan was to make it so I couldn’t move today.
I finally have the strength to get up and get in the shower. The water is running over my hair when David comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his head in my shoulder. We stand like that for several moments. When he finally lets me turn around, his eyes are red, and I know he had just been crying. That’s when I lose it too. I bury my head against his chest and cry. When I finally calm down, David leans down and kisses me breathless.
Then without a word, he starts washing me. This is the first time we have showered together, and the first time we have been completely naked in front of each other. He takes extra care washing me, running his hands over every inch of me before he’s done. I, of course, return the favor and wash every inch of him, committing every part of him to memory as the soap runs across his abs.
When the water turns cold, we finally step out of the shower, and he dries me off as though I am the most precious thing in the world before he towels himself dry. We get dressed, and I walk to the nightstand to get my purse, phone, and the rocks I will need. I haven’t had to spend a penny of the money Brian gave me because David took care of everything for me.
David never takes his eyes off me as he opens his wallet and hands me several hundred dollars. I start to refuse before he cuts me off.
“Take it in case you need it when you come back. I’ve given your name to my security team so you will always have access to me, but just in case, for my peace of mind, please take it.”
I nod and take the money.
“When you come back, bring some more of your world to show me and more pictures. Lots of pictures,” he chokes out.
I agree, and we head down to breakfast. I don’t eat too much, mostly picking at my plate.
“You need your strength. Please eat,” he says to me.
I smile. “The more I eat, the more chance I’ll throw up. It’s the worst feeling of motion sickness when you reach the other side. I have one favor to ask of you.”
“And I have one for you too. But you first.”
I hold up my phone. “Will you take a picture with me? Just one, Brian will freak on me, I know, but...”
“Yes, as long as you let me drive you as far as I can. I don’t care if it’s just a minute down the road. Please.”
I nod and turn on my phone.
I go sit on his lap and get the camera ready to take a selfie. He just shakes his head and looks at the phone and smiles. I snap a picture, and it’s perfect.
He keeps me on his lap as we finish up breakfast. I can tell he’s enjoying having me close and being able to feed me, so I let him.
Once breakfast is over, we head out to his car. We get in, and he starts the car up.
“Will you drive me around town first and show me your Nashville?” His face lights up just a bit. He takes my hand, puts on his sunglasses, and heads toward downtown.
We drive what is now Honky Tonk Row and Music Row. I tell him about how different it is, and he points out a few places where he has played as I tell him some of my favorite memories downtown. We spend two hours just driving the area before heading back toward his house. I give him directions to just past the newsstand where I read the date that first day.
He pulls over and parks the car before turning to look at me with tears in his eyes again. I take his face between both my hands and take a deep breath.
“Next year, your draft number comes up. I don’t know the details of your service, but you serve for two years. Don’t you dare take any unnecessary risks, but you will come home safe. When you are overseas, and it gets too much, remember how proud of you I am. How you are making a difference for me.” I barely get the last part out before choking up.
I continue. “I will fight my way back to you, I promise that, but I can’t promise that I will actually make it back. If I don’t, you need to promise to live your life to the fullest, try to be happy, and know I’m watching from my time. I will watch every movie, listen to every song, read every story. You are going to go on and do great things, David. You will have a bigger impact in the world than you will ever know.”
I kiss him then, and I put everything I have into that kiss—every emotion, every feeling, every thought. I kiss him desperately, and he kisses me back just as hard. Neither of us wants to be the first to pull away, knowing what lies ahead when we do. Tears stream down my cheek, and his tears mix with mine. When we pull away, both our faces are wet, and our eyes are red.
“I am yours heart, body, and soul, and I will always be waiting until my last breath.”
I know in my heart he will marry and have a son, but I won’t burst his bubble. I will reach for this moment in my darkest day.
“When you go on tour... don’t...” I stop myself and shake my head.
He puts his knuckles under my chin and makes me look at him. “Don’t what?” he asks so softly it breaks my heart.
“When the guys start using drugs to stay awake, to deal with the strains of touring, don’t join them. Just go back to your room and think of me this morning, think of us.”
I watch his eyes tear up again. “I promise.” Then he leans down and gives me a quick kiss. “Now go before I take you back home and tie you to my bed and never let you go.”
I give him a sad smile and open my door and get out. Crossing the street, I turn back to look at him and wave goodbye, then turn and walk into the woods. Walking in as straight of a path as I can, trying not to cry, I force myself to keep moving forward until I get to the clearing and see the rocks. I walk over and into the center as the humming starts on my skin again.
I know I have to do this. Brian is waiting for me and probably sick with worry. People will miss me if I don’t go home, but right now, all I can think about are a pair of blue eyes that I will miss more than any of them. I push forward and touch the rock before I can change my mind.
