by S. J. Sylvis
And I didn’t just want him to satisfy the burning desire I felt within, I also just wanted to feel… free. I wanted to go back to feeling happy and carefree, like I was free-falling.
I tried to make a joke, “And then she tried to kill you?”
“She simply told me to go for it.”
My brows crinkled. Wait, what? Breanna told him to go for it… with me?
That didn’t sound right, but right now, I didn’t want to start dissecting it.
“I’m sorry I kissed you, Ivy,” he said, taking the final step over to me.
Nervous flutters filled my belly just as my heart took off in my chest.
“I’m not,” I said, surprising myself and him. The tilt of his head and the way his eyes grew dark were a visual that I would never get out of my head. His mouth twitched upward for just a second, and then he brought his strong arms and anchored them beside my head, resting them along the wall.
“Are you ready for this? Are we ready to put a stop to this friendship bullshit and take a hold of what we both want but for some reason can’t admit?”
GOD, YES.
I looked up into the endless blue of his eyes, dreamily hoping and praying that this was really it.
That I wasn’t dreaming. That I wouldn’t wake up tomorrow and come to a realization that the feeling inside of me wasn’t real and that I was somehow stuck back in my mundane life, pretending that I was happy and high on life.
Because I wasn’t.
I thought I was. I thought I had it all figured out, but I was so, so wrong.
“Yes,” I breathed, and then every single thought was taken away from my brain and thrown onto the floor.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Dawson
This was it.
Every last hope and dream that I had buried deep within, underneath several layers of denial, was emerging so fast I would never be able to push them away again.
The second Ivy gave the okay, I claimed her like I’d always wanted.
My mouth descended on hers as my knee went in between her thighs. She opened them further, allowing me to press myself against her tiny body, and her hands wove around my head, crushing my face even harder to hers.
I moved my mouth over hers in a hungry way, like I would never be full. Her lips were soft and sweet, the inside of her mouth warm and inviting. My dick throbbed from just the mere look at her when she walked up her sidewalk with her black heels strapped along her ankles. My eyes traveled down the tight, grey skirt and then paused on the stockings she was wearing.
I briefly wondered if they stopped at her thigh, and then imagined how she would look with only those on, paired with her heels.
My dick instantly felt heavy and it was a desire that I couldn’t quite hold back. The thought of me finally being free of Breanna and Ivy’s flushed faced as she ran her eyes down my body – I was a goner.
Had I imagined Ivy and I having mind-blowing sex before?
Yes.
I couldn’t count how many times as a werido teenager that I’d imagined her and I together like that, but now it was something feral. Like my life wouldn’t go on if I didn’t bury myself inside her.
Aside from my dick standing to attention any time I’d look her way, my heart did, too. It twisted and ratcheted in my chest, beating hard against my ribcage, begging me to attach itself to hers. The feeling was something I only thought hopeless romantics longed for, like those chicks who’d lose themselves in stories like Romeo and Juliet hoping that someday they’d fall in love with someone so deeply that they couldn’t live without them…but that’s how I felt.
Like I could never live without Ivy.
She had left six years ago as my best friend, but now that she was back… she was going to be so much more.
She won’t just be my best friend.
She’ll be my everything.
Clawing my fingers through Ivy’s brown locks, I moved my hands deftly to the back of her skirt. Her lips were still on mine, sucking and biting, moaning every few seconds, urging my fingers to move faster.
I pulled her slender hips away from the wall, just momentarily so I could unzip her tight-ass, sexy skirt, and then slide it down and over her hips, letting it fall gracefully to the floor.
Not having time to look down at what type of panties she was wearing, I moved my hand towards her blouse, undoing all the tiny buttons lining the front all the way down to the hem. I pulled my mouth away from hers, shoving her shirt down past her shoulders and over her arms.
My eyes took in the magnificent scene in front of me and I almost self-combusted from need. My heart stuttered and a surge of craving started at the top of my head and went all the way down to my ankles.
I have never wanted someone so bad, in my entire life.
Ivy was standing in front of me in the darkened living room, wearing nothing but a simple, silk, black bra, black panties, thigh-high tights (I knew it), and heels. Soft, shiny brown hair fell over her shoulders and her chest rose and fell rapidly, pushing her breasts up and down with each breath.
My mouth literally salivated.
Ivy’s normally bright, emerald eyes were dimmed and heavy-lidded as she moved her hands to my pants.
Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, taking longer than I’d like for them to fall down to my shoes.
I kicked my shoes off quickly and stepped out of my pants, kicking them away. I then undid the buttons of my shirt, pushing them through their rightful holes, and shrugged it off with the help of Ivy’s hands pushing the fabric off my broad shoulders.
I crushed our barely clothed bodies back together, pressing my eager mouth onto hers. She tasted so sweet, yet so dangerous at the same time.
The second a small, breathy moan escaped her mouth and landed on mine, I snaked one of my arms around her waist, and put my other hand to her breast. I dipped my palm down, underneath the padding of her bra and instantly felt her nipple tighten against my callouses.
“Fuck,” I swore, inching her legs further apart with my bare thigh. I inched my head over to her ear lobe, sucking and nipping it with my teeth.
“Dawson,” she breathed, my name sounding like a fucking lifeline on her lips.
“I know,” I said back, still teasing her neck with my mouth.
I knew what she wanted and I was more than ready to give it to her.
The arm that was snaked around her waist moved back. I guided it down her thigh, stopping just at the top of her tights and then slowly used my fingertip and trailed a line all the way up to her middle.
The heat emitting from her pussy was something from another world. I growled, moving my lips back to her mouth while my hand eagerly went to the lacy bottom of her panties.
She was soaked.
The moisture coated my finger the second I moved the fabric aside and something grew hungrier inside of me.
I swallowed, pulling back slightly and plunged my finger inside to meet her warmness. I think I saw stars and I literally almost got off, just by feeling her tighten against me.
I barely even moved my finger inside her before I could feel her orgasm start to push through. It wasn’t rare for me to get a girl off quickly, but this was a newfound discovery.
My little Ivy was a sex kitten.
My hand reached around to the back of her bra and I unclasped it quickly, letting the straps fall over her shoulders. Neither one of us moved to take her bra all the way off; instead, it just rested along her flat stomach, the straps falling to her forearms. Her hands wove through my hair again, bringing my face to her breast where I used my tongue to swirl around the bud, over and over again all while driving her crazy with my finger, dipping inside.
My dick strained along my boxers but I shoved away my need, for just a little while longer.
I wanted to make her fall apart in my arms, and then drive so hard into her that she’d forget that the last six years were spent wasted without one another, because that’s exactly how I saw it.
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bsp; They were wasted without her by my side.
“Daw…” she started, left speechless as I crooked my finger a certain way, rubbing right along her sweet spot.
“Faa...” she stuttered.
My mouth still stayed on her chest, switching from one breast to the other, but my eyes traveled upward to watch in awe as she was overtaken by pleasure. Ivy’s eyes were clenched tightly and her mouth was parted, a flush starting to creep along her neck and cheeks.
“Faaa.. fuck!” she yelled, clenching so tightly around my finger, I could feel it all the way to the tip of my dick.
Her pussy clasped, ripple after ripple of ecstasy flowing throughout her body.
Ivy’s knees buckled as she let out several uneven breaths.
I gave her a few seconds to collect herself, before slowly pulling my finger out of her. Her eyes finally opened and they flashed up to mine.
“Wow,” she muttered, chest still rising.
Wow was right.
Honestly, I was so turned on that I couldn’t see straight. Ivy was sexy as fuck with her glowing flush, spread along every inch of her body, and brightly-lit eyes, wearing nothing but some panties, tights, and a bra that was half on, her breasts just sitting out in the open, begging me to lick and suck, again and again until the end of time.
And then she smirked, biting down on her swollen lip. My dick was three seconds from busting a nut in my boxers and with her looking like that, I didn’t even know if I could last half a second, after putting it inside her.
“Bedroom…” she exhaled, the small smile long gone. In its place was a hunger on her face that looked as if it’d never be satisfied. Her eyes were wild and begging me for more, for me to take her like we both needed.
I didn’t say a word.
Instead, I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my torso, and led us straight to her bed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ivy
The second Dawson and I were in my bedroom, he placed me on the bed and pushed me backwards. I let him take charge for just a second, snatching my bra off my body and throwing it behind him, landing quietly onto the spotless floor.
But then I sat up and flashed my eyes to his wicked ones. It was dark in my room, the sun now long gone, welcoming the night sky, but I could still see the way his pupils dilated and the way his strong and dense chest rose and fell rapidly.
I slipped out from under him and stood on my floor, still in my heels.
Keeping my eyes trained on him, his brow furrowed and boxers tented, I bent down and slowly started to unclasp my heels. His eyes traveled down my body, mesmerized by the way my hands worked at the tiny, gold clasp near my ankle. I stepped out of the first heel, and then I did the same to the other.
I licked my lips, bringing my fingers to the edge of my panties, soaked to the point that I was relieved to slip them off.
They slid down, over my hips, all the way to my feet before I tossed them with my foot, where they landed near my abandoned shoes. Then, I took my hands and started to pull at my thigh-high stockings, but Dawson’s gruff voice stopped me.
“Leave them.”
I felt the heat in his voice all the way to my core. Dawson was usually playful and carefree, but right now, his voice dripped with hungry sex appeal. Like he was a wild animal, about to pounce and strip me of my every thought.
I was ready.
I slowly pattered over to him and took my hands, placing them along his bare chest and shoved him backwards. His eyes widened and then dipped down to my breasts, full and heavy, ready for him touch and tease.
Crawling on top of him, I brought both of my stocking-clad thighs and straddled him, dipping my hands underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Desire clenched through my core, and I was literally throbbing for the need of having him inside me. I’d never felt a need this badly before. I needed him so badly it almost hurt.
My palms slid over his bare thighs, and then back up again, finally pulling down his boxers and freeing his dick.
I felt my eyes widen almost instantly, because he was, for lack of better words, as hard as a fucking rock. His dick strained, a bead of milky substance forming at the top the second my hand touched his shaft.
I wanted to devour him.
I peeked up at him, my hand gliding slowly over his rigidness, and I’d never seen a more perfect sight in my life.
Dawson’s head was thrown back, his angular jaw clenched and his eyes shut tightly, closing out the world.
A thrill went down my spine. Watching Dawson come apart from my hand was out of this world.
It sent a completely new, mind-blowing jolt of lust through my body. I wanted him to come apart because of me. I’d never wanted to pleasure someone this intensely. I was actually excited to put my mouth over his rod and suck him until there was nothing left to suck.
I licked my lips again, moving my mouth down to his cock. He hissed between his teeth and I felt his upper body angle towards me and my mouth.
Taking my tongue, I ran it down the base of his length, and a line of curse words spewed from up above, but I kept going. My hands gripped his thighs as my mouth fully took him in. I sucked and bobbed my head up and down, moving one of my hands to cup his balls and fondle them as if they were made of crystal.
“Ivy, fucking stop,” he groaned, causing me to smile along his dick. His hand found my hair, running his fingers through it roughly, at the same time he thrusted his hips up to my mouth. I took him in even further, still cupping his balls and then he pulled back, quickly.
He let out a growl as I peered up at him, his eyes were blazing with desire.
“I don’t want to come without being inside of you,” he said, driving his eyes into mine. “I’ve waited too long for this, for it all to end by your wicked, talented mouth.”
I grinned but it quickly fell off my mouth as he grabbed my biceps and swiftly flipped me onto my back.
My hair spanned out around me as a surprised breath fell out of my mouth. Dawson stared into my eyes as he slowly inched my thighs apart. His palm splayed on my inner thigh, moving his finger slowly over to my middle.
He only inched his finger in for a split second before removing it, a coy smile spreading along his features and then he moved upward, his dick only a breath away from entering me.
I held his stare, feeling myself get completely lost in his touch, his eyes, his breathing. I was completely smothered by his very presence and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Dawson bent his head down, his warm breath fanning out over my face, and then captured my lips with his, moving them languidly over mine. His tongue swept inside but I couldn’t focus on it because his dick had started to inch inside me as well.
It was a once in a lifetime moment with him.
It was like losing my virginity for the second time. It felt sacred. Dawson inside of me felt like I was beginning something new, but yet something that would never, ever get old.
Dawson sensed my mood change and pulled himself up, fully inside of me now.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?” His blue hues searched my face and I smiled, feeling tears brim my eyes.
I nodded, and brought my hands around his back, pulling him down further on top of me.
I needed to feel his skin on mine. I needed to feel him moving above me, claiming me with everything he had.
Being in this moment with Dawson felt like I was finally returning home after a really, really long time away.
He felt right, and I hadn’t felt like I’d been right for almost seven years now.
Seven years too long.
He moved his body over mine, his cock pulling back and then slowly entering me again. An emotional yearning flew through my body, my nipples tightening and my core burning with intense heat.
It was like a ball of fire bouncing around all over my body.
It was so much pleasure that I couldn’t focus on anything other than the way my toes were curling and the way I was angling my b
ody up towards his, basking in the way his dick felt as it rubbed inside of me.
“Holy fuck, Ivy,” he muttered, pausing for a second and allowing me to ride his rod, curving my body up towards his, rubbing back and forth.
I felt my eyes shutting, but I still saw Dawson. I still felt Dawson. I felt like the rest of my heart, the part that I had taken with me when I was forced to leave six years ago, was literally climbing out of my chest and climbing right into his, nestling up to its other half.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Ivy,” he whispered, finally coming back down and meeting my thrusts again.
I was well over the edge by the time his words hit my ears. I spiraled out of control, yelling out his name in my release, feeling completely stricken with emotion.
Dawson thrusted a few more times before pausing. I felt his dick pulse inside of me, stuttering and then completely breaking loose.
My mouth parted in amazement as I studied the pleasure on his face. His eyes clutched together, forming small wrinkles around their edges, before he dropped his head down low, sweat beads forming on his temples.
He lowered on top of me, his heart rapidly beating against my own sky-rocketing pulse.
We lay like that for what felt like hours, but at the same time, it didn’t quite feel long enough by the time he rolled off me.
His cum slowly dribbled out of me, as I still lay flat on my back. And then that’s when I realized, we didn’t use a condom.
I was on the pill.
Had been since I started dating Eric, but Dawson…
Dawson just broke up with Breanna, and from what Becca had told me over the years, she was not a saint and I had a feeling Dawson hadn’t been, either.
“Dawson,” I whispered, feeling fearful at the thought of us being so caught up in each other that we didn’t pause to think about anything else.
“Yeah,” he whispered back, turning his head towards mine. I could barely see him in the pitch black of my room, but it only took my eyes a few seconds to adjust.