Wow, I’m shaking with excitement to watch my sexy guy up on stage. I know for a fact I will lose this bet. Even if he had a terrible voice, which I know he doesn’t, his stage presence and cockiness would definitely make up for it.
“I love you, Chase,” I hear a female voice call out from the crowd. It makes me giggle—she is obviously one of the regulars. Kind of surreal that he has fans and Hardcore as a whole has fans, too.
I notice one of the girls has a black tee with the words ‘Hardcore’ in silver. It gives me an idea for our bet. I still haven’t decided on my prize, but I’ve narrowed it down.
He looks so fucking hot up there I feel myself burning up with lust. His muscles and sexy tatts are on display, free viewing for everyone. Only I get the up close and personal viewing though. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
I can just imagine how disappointed the groupies would have been when they saw he is off the market. It doesn’t stop them from throwing themselves at him though. Should I even contemplate he would even look twice at these shallow, skanky groupies that are only after sex? Stupid question.
I can’t believe that Chaser, the lead singer from the happening band Hardcore, is all mine.
I’m transfixed with the music just dancing along. When I look at Chase, I see that my masculine and sexy man is gazing at me. He steals my heart, all over again.
He announces into the microphone, “I'm sure you all know this one!”
“So, she said, have I got a little story for you...”
I know right away it’s “Alive” by Pearl Jam. This song suits his voice perfectly.
The next song is an original, written by the bass player.
One of my all-time favorite songs is “Closer to the Edge” by 30 Seconds to Mars. I sing and cheer when they sing this one. I even get on the dance floor—of course, the five vodkas I have downed really helped my confidence. There are sweaty bodies everywhere, and they all love the music.
The new song is amazing, wow.
Where does Chase come up with these lyrics? Just when I think I've stripped a layer away, I find more layers underneath—he’s never ending.
I have decided that I need to listen to every song of theirs. I’m sure I can learn more about Chase through his lyrics. Interpreting the songs should help me get further into his mind, learn about his hidden past, and possibly get further insight into his future, or quite possibly our future together.
I had a fantastic night. I’m honored be a groupie of such a talented and down to earth band. The guys are cool, and I can see why Chase loves what he does.
Chase takes me back to his apartment on the back of his Harley. Fuck, that powerful machine between my legs vibrates in all of the right places.
Once inside, we go out onto the outdoor deck. The night is absolutely stunning—the clear sky is full of stars.
I’m still caught up in the moment of seeing him on stage and the motorcycle ride, and that desire has me jumping Chase.
My hands are in his hair, and my lips assault his hungrily. I want him so badly tonight.
“Do you like it when the women scream your name?” I ask between passionate kisses.
“When I’m pleasuring you, Ivy, you have no problem screaming my name.”
He has got me there, but it’s super hard to think during multiple orgasms, and he is the first to give me a triple.
“Maybe I will scream someone else’s name next time,” I tease.
But from the deep stare and frown, I know I probably shouldn’t have gone there. But that is just me—my mouth has gotten me into trouble in the past. I’m brutally blunt and honest. Life is too short to bite your tongue.
“No, you fucking won’t. I’m the only man for you Ivy, ever,” he states, daring me to argue with him. In record time, Chase pounces on me, ravishing me as he strips me to my new lingerie.
“This is sexy, vixen, but no longer needed,” he tells me as he removes it. I’m already so wet, he pushes a finger inside and it slides with ease into my wetness.
“Yes, baby,” I whisper as he skillfully unbuttons his jeans freeing his erect cock. It’s such an erotic sight, Chase with his cock in his hand and the moonlight illuminating his skin. He angles his cock to my core and slides inside me. So thick, so hard.
He pinches my nipples sending chills through my body. It’s essential to me that I come. The alcohol has me on top of the world, so I thrust up to meet his own actions, slamming against his rod with harder force, the sound of slapping as our bodies collide echoes across the rooftop.
One last thrust and I shatter into pieces, convulsing and exploding as my orgasm takes over my body. Damn that was unbelievable. There is nothing better than hot and steamy outdoor sex.
“Oh Ivy,” Chase moans as his release hits him and he slams into me one last time.
“Damn baby, that was fucking hot. Who knew doing it outside could be such a turn-on?” I’m still reeling from my orgasm. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. You won the bet, looks like it’s L.A., here we come,” I state.
“Ivy, do you realize you are showing me the time of my life? I've experienced more joy with you than in my whole fucking life,” Chase confesses smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.
“You, Miss Maisen, are my fucking destiny!”
I’m spending today in my art studio. I’m in desperate need of a release.
The painting kind, that is. The other kind I’m far from lacking in lately.
I’m working on a few new pieces and I’ve titled them Freedom as they represent Chase and his choice to be himself and say screw you to anyone who was in his way.
I’m using an airbrush technique for added texture. The spray gun is so effective when the strokes are even, and the pattern is mesmerizing.
I’m focusing on using reds, orange, black, and silver. They are bold colors symbolizing being free and no longer caged.
I can’t wait to show Chase when I’m done.
Tomorrow is another ‘Ivy Experience,’ and I’m so excited about where I’m taking Chase. I just hope he can be open-minded and enjoy himself, too.
~~~~
“Where the hell are you taking me this time Ivy? Is there a circus in town?” Chase jokes. I love to see the relaxed side to him. He has let his hair down so much more since the stress of the world is off his shoulders.
I excitedly drive up to our destination. I don’t bother with getting him to close his eyes this time.
“You brought me to the Central Park zoo?" Chase questions. Did I actually see his face light up with excitement?
“I sure did; you need to get out in the world and this place is amazing.” Animals are another love of mine. I can’t wait to buy a house one day and have pets of my own.
“I also volunteer here once a month, mainly with the seals, so you may get hands on experience if you can handle it,” I tell him.
“Ivy, did you know that the zoo was my favorite place as a child? My mother brought me every birthday, and I haven’t been here since she died,” Chase confesses. Tears well up in my eyes for the man who missed out on so much.
“Chase, I had no idea. Are you okay being here?” I check with him, hoping not to overstep and make him uncomfortable.
“I’m more than okay, Ivy. I’m on top of the world, you are the only person on the planet I want to share this place with,” he confesses and a tear drops down my cheek.
“I’m so happy to be that person. Your mother would be so proud of you, Chase. You know that, right?” I feel I need to bring her up since this place must hold so many memories for him and her.
“Yep, I know, baby. Come on, I want to see the leopards. They were always my favorite.”
Will this man ever cease to amaze me? Knowing he loves this place warms my heart. It looks like we have so much more in common than we realized.
“Come on, Mr. Hudson, I will race you to the grizzly bears,” I announce as I sprint playfully to the display. Chase chuckles and follows me. He catches me and gives me a kiss,
it’s soft and loving and amazing.
~~~~
“Today was incredible. You are full of surprises, vixen.”
“Do you think I could buy a snow monkey from a pet store?” I question jokingly. I know the answer, but they are so cute and I want one badly.
“I’ll get you one for your next birthday,” he jokes.
“Maybe we should start with a puppy?” I reply casually.
“Well, you know what they say, right? A puppy is just practice for a baby,” Chase states taking me by surprise. I look up at his eyes and find him smirking at me.
“Well, it sounds like a few steps in the right direction,” I say feeling content. I feel giddy thinking about marriage and kids with this sensational man.
So, I kind of bought Ivy a present, and I hope she doesn’t hate it. Knowing her as well as I do, there will be an argument as to why I bought it, how unnecessary it is, and how I should have donated the money to a charity instead.
But this is a freaking awesome gift and I am damn keeping it if she won’t…
Okay, so here goes nothing.
I turn up to her apartment and tell her to meet me in the foyer of her building.
“What for, Chase?” she asks. My vixen is always asking questions.
“Come down and you shall see, Miss Maisen,” I tell her to shut her up.
“Oh no, what have you done?” she asks sounding annoyed.
“Only one way to find out, baby,” I state and end the call. If that doesn’t get her intrigued, then I don’t know what will.
I heard the ding from the elevator seconds before Ivy exits looking completely puzzled, one brow rises in question.
“Hey baby,” I say to keep her in suspense just a bit longer.
“Don’t you hey me, mister. Just tell me what you’re up to,” she demands biting her lip in nervousness.
“Okay, so I need you to keep an open mind,” I say as a warning. Ivy and her overreactions are somewhat intense. “I have a little surprise for you Ivy.” I kiss her lips to show my love.
I take her by the hand and guide her through the building doors, and around the corner, where I left Derek waiting by her gift.
As we turn the corner, I see Ivy’s eyes light up and she lets go of my hand.
“No fucking way, Chase. You bought me a brand new freaking Mustang? Jesus, Chase, how can I accept this? Plus, I love my car,” she states firmly.
I see Ivy gaze over at the magnificent machine in front of me.
"It is beautiful. Look at those wheels and rims and shiny paint job… You are making this difficult." She knows a sweet ride when she sees one.
“It is just like the classics, Ivy, but they have made it modern. It’s a 5L, V8, 303kw horsepower, six speeds, sleek design, and it’s a convertible.” I try to persuade her with her love of Mustangs. She walks over to the car inspecting it and shakes her head. I have the roof down showing off the all leather interior as well as the slimline body.
"Nothing difficult about this, Ivy. It’s a gift; you accept it and say thank you."
“You can keep your ‘classic’ one, of course, but this one is just stunning. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“It’s one hell of a beast, I can’t deny that. But it’s so materialistic, Chase, and not at all practical,” she answers in typical Ivy fashion, but she can’t take her eyes off the shiny red car.
“How about we go for a test drive before you make your mind up?” I decide, knowing all too well how amazing and sexy it feels to drive it.
Her face lights up again as she imagines the beast under her legs. She smirks. “Throw me the keys and I’ll show you what this car is capable of,” she exclaims. My dick is rock hard from her heated words.
I throw them to her. God, I hope she doesn’t smash up this sexy car.
I open the driver’s door and she climbs in behind the wheel. She rubs the leather seats and adjusts her mirrors. The driver’s seat is in a low sporty position for comfort and ease.
I race around and jump into the passenger seat, not wanting her to zoom away without me.
The scent of brand new leather is intoxicating. I have had new cars my whole life, and I am seriously impressed with this one, too.
“You really don’t play fair, Mr. Hudson. You knew I would fall in love with this car,” Ivy comments as she pulls away from the curb and merges with traffic, changing gears with ease and control.
“Well, it’s hard not to; it’s a sexy car,” I reply as she looks at me and smiles. She accelerates as we hit the freeway. The wind blows her hair as she maneuvers the Mustang as if she was meant to drive this sensational vehicle.
Ivy puts the pedal to the metal as the Mustang propels forward. It cruises along as if it is the king of the road.
After an hour of her driving and enjoying her new car, we head back.
“So would you like me to return the car tomorrow, Miss Maisen?” I think we both know we’re both in love with this car.
“Maybe we should just keep it for a month or so and then sell it. Cars like this never lose their value. What do you think, Mr. Hudson?”
“Only if you’re sure. Do you want to keep it in my garage?” I ask her.
“Yes, that sounds perfect. I still want to drive my baby—this new one can be for special occasions.” She is so in love with this car.
“It is a shared car, though, Chase, not just mine okay?” I agree with her.
“Okay sure, it belongs to both of us. It will be our first of many joint purchases,” I declare feeling pleased over owning this car with her.
First big step in our relationship…
~~~~
"Ivy, I need to work off some stress. Will you come to the gym with me, baby? I want to see that sexy ass of yours running and sweating, then I'll make you sweat some more," I ask her seductively as we enter her apartment.
"Oh, is that so, Mr. Hudson? I might outlast you on the treadmill, you know, give you a run for your money."
"Game on, vixen. I think the rowing machine could be fun if used correctly. I'd like to show you the right way. Are you up for it?"
"Haven't you figured me out yet, mister? I am up for most things, I'm not one to back down, plus anything new I need to try at least once," she replies. I shake my head as I realize just how much I love this woman, sarcasm and all.
"That is part of the reason I have you under my skin and tangled so tightly in your luscious web, Ivy."
"Give me ten minutes to change and let's go, Huds," she tells me playfully knowing I hate that nickname.
"You are the testing the waters today, aren't you? Just remember, I will get the last laugh; you, on the other hand, might not think it's so funny."
"I have a vivid imagination, so how do you know I haven't already experienced what you are offering?” she questions.
“We’ll both find out soon enough. Now get your sexy ass in the car,” I say sternly.
~~~~
Five minutes later, Ivy strolls out all ready for the gym.
"Jesus, Ivy, do you have to wear the shortest pair of gym shorts you own?” I ask her seriously, thinking about locking her in the bedroom.
"Trust me; I have much shorter, these are nothing," she answers.
"Well, they are distracting and show off way too much of your naked porcelain thighs. I want to sink my teeth into your inner thigh right now," I confess looking at her like a piece of meat.
“Save it for afterwards; we have some calories to burn, tough guy.”
It’s my turn to drive the Mustang. The roar of the engine has me high as a kite. Adrenaline is a magical drug.
We arrive at the gym, an overly male gym that is, and I feel like Ivy is fresh meat for the slaughter. But no one is brave enough to ogle her—I already stared one fucker down.
We put our items in my locker then go in search of equipment to use. Ivy finds the cross trainer and climbs on top, truly one of my favorite machines.
“I’ll be on the treadmill next to you for thirty minutes. If you
need to stop just stop, no one is judging you here, baby.”
I see she manages the first twenty minutes and then swaps to a treadmill jogging at level seven, while I increase my speed to twelve.
“You are a show off, Mr. Hudson.” She looks tempted to increase her speed but then thinks of the possibility of embarrassing herself if she can’t keep up.
“You have no idea, Miss Maisen, but I plan to show you later.” I smile while running, never missing a step.
I climb on the rowing machine. Ivy never takes her eyes off me, and I can’t help but smirk. I think I will buy one for my home gym. Oh, the possibilities…
She smirks back, obviously agreeing.
We finish our workout with weights. Watching each other in the mirrors is some seriously hot foreplay. Who would have thought all looking and no touching could be so arousing? I take a deep breath as I compose myself.
“Feeling hot there, Miss Maisen?” I ask as I make eye contact. I can feel her eyes undress me. She looks as though she may jump me in front of the ten other people in the gym.
“Let’s go, Ivy,” I announce, and she nods in agreement. I need a shower and hot sex, or hot sex and then a shower.
When we arrive home, both sweaty and red-faced, we head up to the pool, stripping down to our underwear. I dive into the cool water to cool down. It is so refreshing.
“I needed to cool down, Ivy. You had my cock hard as fucking concrete.”
Then Ivy dives in and surfaces looking delectable.
“I do my best to get you hard, Mr. Hudson. Let me feel, is it still hard?”
“I’m always hard for you, my sweet Ivy.” She reaches into the water to cup me.
“Hmm, you are still very firm,” she states as she feels me through my briefs. It only causes my hardness to increase with each stroke of her hand.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I question her brazenly.
“I’m always wet for you, my sweet Chase,” she responds sarcastically mimicking me, and yet being truthful.
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