Ivy’s tongue darted out and swept across her lower lip as she stared up at Will, eyes wide. She set her messenger bag next to the suitcase and slowly lowered herself to her knees. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she focused on unzipping his pants and freeing his prick.
Her hands trembled slightly as she pushed his pants and boxers down his hips, pressing a kiss to the skin next to his cock. The sensation of her damp lips and warm breath so close to his dick made it twitch, and he fought to stay still. To keep from grabbing her head. Leaning forward, she swiped her tongue over the tattoo inked along his V-line before scraping her teeth over the curve, and sending a shiver up his spine.
He immediately fisted his hand in the silk of her hair. “Careful, love. I bite back.”
She pulled away and glanced up at him, eyes wide and almost innocent looking until her lips lifted. “I should hope so.”
Leaning forward, she nuzzled his balls then swirled her tongue around each one before licking along the vein on the underside of his prick. The vein that was suddenly pulsing for want of her tongue and lips. It took all his control not to tighten his hold in her hair and shove his cock into the sweet warmth of her mouth.
Ivy watched him through her slightly lowered lashes as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, flicking the tip of her tongue into the weeping slit.
“Fuck.” His hand convulsed in her hair, tugging hard, and she whimpered. He quickly glanced down at her, worried he’d hurt or frightened her, but her eyes were closed, and there was the slightest smile curving her lips.
He couldn’t take any more teasing. Grasping the base of his cock, he angled it toward her mouth and painted her lips with the steadily leaking pre-come. Her eyes opened slowly, and her tongue darted out, lapping up the moisture from her skin before drawing his head into her heat.
She raised her hands and cupped his balls in one then pushed aside his fingers around his shaft, replacing them with her own, holding him firmly. Her thumb teased over his piercings as she took him a little deeper, sending frissons of need pulsing along his shaft.
Part of her hair fell forward, hiding her face. He couldn’t have that. He needed to see her. Needed to see every second of her sweet, full lips stretching around his prick. Using his free hand, he shoved her hair out of the way, and she looked up at him, eyes wide and dilated, her desire evident in the way she took him deeper with each pass of her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the metal barbells. Each motion shot currents of excitement along his nerves, until every muscle in his body ached with the effort of keeping still.
Her hands slid to the backs of his thighs, and she closed her eyes and just gave herself to sucking him off. She rhythmically pressed her fingertips against his legs as she lunged forward, letting him bump against the back of her throat, groaning each time he did.
God, he wanted to just fuck her mouth. Shove in deep—as far as he could go. He wanted to take control. Thrust farther. Force her to make that little noise that tightened his balls every time he heard it. Shoot his load down her throat. Fill her mouth with his come. Mark her.
He tried to stay still, not wanting to push her further than she was willing to go, but as she hollowed her cheeks and began drawing on him, his hips jerked sharply forward. She groaned, leaning into his thrust, shoving his cock to the back of her throat, gagging herself slightly. He pulled back, but she tightened her fingers and tried to tug him forward again.
Reaching around behind him, he grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms upward, manacling them to his sides, immobilizing her upper body against his legs. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at him, her mouth still full of his saliva-wet cock.
“Were you imagining that you were the one in control here, love?”
Ivy didn’t answer, merely watched him through her lashes.
“Well?”
She shook her head as best she could with her mouth full.
“So, you didn’t think you were in control, yet you seemed to be trying to control the depth of my cock.”
Her only response was to suck on him, swallowing around his shaft.
“Makes me think, that for as smart as you are, you might not be all that clear on the definition of the word ‘control’,” he murmured, watching her face.
Her eyes narrowed somewhat, but she didn’t pull off him.
“You want me deeper?”
She whimpered and nodded slightly.
“Harder?”
She shifted as if rubbing her thighs together, groaning.
He wedged his foot between her knees. “Uh-uh, love. None of that, now. Spread your legs.”
He wasn’t sure it was possible for his cock to get any harder, but feeling and watching her squirm into the position he wanted while her lips were still wrapped around his shaft had him twitching and leaking against her tongue. On a groan, she drew on him, as if she were trying to coax more from him.
Will sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. She was trying to fucking kill him. That was all there was to it. He stripped off his shirt and pressed her hands flat to his sides so they were skin to skin before resuming his grip around her wrists.
“Same rules as before,” he said, unable to tear his gaze away from her lips stretched tight around his prick. “You need to safeword, you pinch me.”
She said something, but he couldn’t make it out, so he pulled back. She reluctantly released him.
“What was that?”
She pressed her lips together briefly, then ran the tip of her tongue over her slightly swollen bottom lip, as a blush colored her cheeks and her gaze dropped to the floor. “I said...‘yes, Sir’.”
Her words punched him in the chest. He wasn’t sure if it was the surprise of hearing them from Ivy or the sense of rightness that accompanied them.
Peyton had always refused honorifics, and he’d never pressed her. Past lovers had called him “Sir” or “Master”, but it had never affected him like Ivy’s barely whispered words did.
“Strip.”
She glanced briefly at the long, narrow windows flanking his front door then back at him. He raised his eyebrow at her, and she lifted her slightly trembling hands to the buttons of her blouse. Slowly unfastening it, she revealed her ample cleavage and her tightly budded nipples. He couldn’t wait to see them secured in the clamps he’d bought her. More than that, he couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to the clamps. Who was he kidding? He wanted to see how she reacted to everything.
She slid the blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor before unfastening her pants and shoving them down over her arse and hips then dragging them the rest of the way off. She returned to her knees.
“Think you’re forgetting something, love.”
She glanced at the windows again then looked away from the entryway and him before quickly tugging off her bra and panties.
“Christ...” he breathed.
She glanced up at him. It was clear, from the expression in her eyes and her slightly hunched shoulders, that she was uncomfortable as fuck.
He took a slow deep breath. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Her gaze fell away from his.
“I know you don’t believe me, but you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She shook her head the tiniest amount, but he saw it.
He caught her chin. “Eyes on mine, love.” When she raised her gaze, he continued, “Whatever negative bullshit is rattling around in your head, I’m telling you, none of it is true.”
He gripped his cock and slid his palm up the still spit-slick shaft. When he knew he had her attention, he went on, “Contrary to your perception of me—that I’ll fuck anything that moves—there’s only one woman I’m interested in fucking. And it’s not because she happens to be kneeling in front of me gloriously naked and more than a little submissive.”
Ivy rolled her eyes.
“You could be bundled up in jumpers and parkas and quilts, and I’d still have a raging hard-on whenever you were near.”
She stared at him.
“If it takes swaddling you in every bit of fabric in this house to convince you, we can do that.”
Her lips twitched, and she inclined her head and swiped her tongue across the near-dripping tip of his erection. She shifted and settled her hands on his hips and leaned forward, but he caught her wrists and pulled her forward, stretching her arms up, taking away her leverage and startling a gasp from her.
“If I remember correctly,” he murmured, “you wanted my cock deeper and harder.”
She nodded, heavy-lidded arousal sliding back across her features. He slipped his trainer between her knees and nudged her legs apart again. “I want to be able to see that pretty cunt when I look down.”
Her only response was a strangled sounding groan.
His cock throbbed for the want of her mouth, and it left a damp trail across her cheek as she tried, unsuccessfully, to lunge for it.
He released her wrist for a moment as he grasped the base of his shaft. “Pinch me if you need to,” he reminded her once more before setting the shiny head against her lips.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Open.” He barely recognized his own voice.
The harsh tone didn’t seem to faze Ivy in the least. Not negatively, anyway. Her eyes lifted to his, and she shivered, rocking her hips side to side—probably trying to get some relief for her aching cunt. Her mouth opened obediently, and she waited, keeping her gaze on him the entire time.
There was something in her eyes as she stared at him. Something that made his chest ache almost as much as his balls.