Chasing Ivy (Oak Hill, #1)

by S. J. Sylvis

  She was trying to get a rise out of me with her last comment. We’d played a game a few nights ago, asking each other a series of questions, all of which were completely ridiculous and not at all serious. She’d admitted that her TV sitcom crush was Dean from Supernatural, and I’d admitted that mine was Jennifer Aniston, in any TV show or movie. I then followed it up by listing all the similarities between her and Jennifer.

  “Come here,” I prodded, raking my eyes down her body and back up again.

  “You come here,” she said back, a coy smile on her lips.

  I rose an eyebrow and licked my lips, giving her my best sultry stare. Ivy and I were testing each other more and more lately…specifically in the bedroom.

  In the bedroom, our deep friendship with its comfortableness and laughter was long gone; in its place was this sexy, raw, and unforgiving pull between our bodies. My dick had never been so fucking happy.

  “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here and enjoy the view,” I said, my voice throaty and husky, just the way she liked it.

  Ivy’s face twitched and then she narrowed her gaze onto my hand. I unhurriedly moved my fingers over to my jeans, pushing the button through the opening with one single shove, then I very, very slowly took my zipper and pulled it down, letting the sound fill the silent room.

  Wild green eyes flicked back up to mine and a small grin started to creep along my face. I let my jeans fall to the floor in a single whoosh, where they landed around my ankles.

  Ivy wiggled on her feet, still staring at me. I winked at her and then fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my body and throwing it to the bed. I watched Ivy’s neck break out with a rosy blush at the same time that her chest started to heave up and down a little harder than before.

  Speaking of hard, that’s exactly what I was. Hard, hard, hard, hard. Just staring at her, watching her become turned on…it was all it took for me. Just one single glance at the gleam in her eyes and I was done for.

  She was so dangerously sexy in the bedroom.

  She was the best of both worlds: so sweet and beautiful, but a God damn siren under the sheets.

  I almost groaned out loud watching her eyes travel over my body. I flexed my pecks at her, a mischievous look on her face, which quickly disappeared when I dipped my hand into my boxer briefs, allowing my dick to feel a moment of satisfaction.

  I pulled my waistband down while observing Ivy’s widening of eyes and biting of lip. I slowly took my steady hand and ran it along the base of my shaft, feeling tingles shoot down my legs.

  I moved my hand a few more times, feeling my own breath labor. Ivy swallowed loudly and then she started to play along, too. She tiptoed over to me, still standing near the door, and kept her attention on my hand, rubbing my dick up and down. She pulled up her cream-colored slip, bunching it around her waist, and dipped her fingers into her lace panties. I started to pump faster and faster, feeling my balls deepening with a heavy pleasure. My heart beat wildly in my chest, anticipating her next move.

  My voice was gruff. “Touch yourself.”

  A shot of pleasure went down my spine when Ivy’s eyes grew hooded and clouded with ecstasy.

  I glued my attention to her hand, slowly gliding her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them over to the side, then used her other hand to bunch up her slip even more, giving me a full shot of her pussy.

  Her delicate hand traveled up her thigh, a breathy noise coming from her mouth. I had to pause my hand on my dick, because I wasn’t quite ready to come apart yet. As much as I loved coming, I wanted to do it while inside of her. I just didn’t want to rush it.

  I wanted to come fast but I wanted it to last, too. Quite the conundrum.

  Ivy’s breathing grew louder as she inched her fingers toward her warm center. I almost moaned out loud the second I saw her finger disappear. It was like watching a porno in real life. She was unbelievably hot. Her high cheekbones flushed, her mouth open, eyes on the brink of closing.

  She only inched her finger in and out a few times before allowing a small moan to escape her mouth.

  I’d had enough. I released my dick and reached out, pulling her body up to mine.

  “That’s enough, my turn,” I gruffly said, pulling her slip right up and over her head. I crushed my eager lips onto hers, tasting the beer she’d had, which probably was what had led her to do karaoke with Becca.

  I picked Ivy up in my strong arms, wrapping her bare middle around my torso. I quickly laid her down on her back, not giving two shits that the bed was mere feet away from us. I wanted her on the floor, and I wanted to fuck her fast. I didn’t want to waste time walking the three feet over there.

  No time to waste.

  Shoving my boxers down further, allowing my balls and dick to spring forward, I parted her legs, skimming over the way she said my name like her life depended on it, and rammed my steely, hard length into her tight, warm pussy.

  I almost died.

  The build-up was out of this world. Just watching her touch herself had me near exploding, and now that I was plunging in and out of her, I could barely handle it.

  We have had so much sex over the last week that I’ve literally lost count, yet, here I was, still unable to last more than a few minutes with her clenching around my dick.

  She moaned, throwing her head back on the floor. I took one of my hands, releasing it from behind her waist, and cupped the back of her head to protect it from the floor. Her legs spread wider, her back arching, her breasts pushed up and spilling out of her bra. I bent down and kissed the side of her ear.

  “I love you,” I said, again.

  She brought her head up to mine, flushed face and deepening green eyes.

  I’d told her I loved her tonight, after belting out some girly lyrics, but I’d never told her during sex before.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t love her before, because I’d been in love with her since we were awkward pre-teens, but I had been waiting for the right time.

  I was waiting to say it in the exact moment that made me feel like I’d die if I didn’t spill the truth.

  I loved her so fucking much. I loved her back then and I loved her even more now.

  “I love you more,” she whispered.

  I pumped into her, faster and harder, grunting and moaning, trying to keep it together so she could find her release, too.

  “Daws,” she moaned, grinding her hips back and forth to meet my thrusting. She took her hand and traveled down to her clit and I literally had to shut my eyes because watching her do that was enough to kill me.

  Within seconds of her circling herself, she clenched around me and broke free like a fucking dam breaking. Her orgasm washed over me so deeply that I was coming at the exact same time that she was, and I can honestly say, that in all of my twenty-five years of life, and out of all the sex I’d had, this was the most powerful, mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever endured.

  It was short-lived, though, because as soon as I felt the last few spurts of that pearly-white substance exploding from my dick, Ivy and I snapped our heads to the door.

  Someone had come through her front door, shutting it loudly in their wake.

  Then a girly voice, nearly identical to Ivy’s sounded. “Ivy! Are you awake? It’s only ten.”

  Ivy squealed, pushing me up and off her body. I paused on the situation for a second, imagining what Mia would do if she were to walk down the short hallway and into her sister’s room, seeing me, ass totally exposed, boxers bunched down to my ankles, ramming the fuck out of her older sister.

  Jesus, fuck.

  I hurriedly stood up and pulled my boxers up, covering my near-gone boner, and ran over to my jeans. I slipped them up at the same time that Ivy threw on a t-shirt and sleep shorts.

  I laughed out loud.

  Even if we were fully clothed, Mia would know right off the bat that we had just had amazing, world-shattering sex. My chest and face were red and splotchy, my breathing still out
of control. Ivy’s face was covered with a reddish-tint and her hair was…honestly, it was to the point that she looked as if she was just thoroughly fucked, and that only made me want to go another round.

  She hissed, “Stop looking at me like that!”

  I laughed again and then heard Mia. “Ivy? Where are you?”

  Footsteps echoed down the hall and soon enough, Mia, wearing an overly tight, fuchsia dress popped up in the darkened hallway, eyes bouncing back and forth between Ivy (sex hair and all) and then me, grinning unknowingly.

  “EW! It smells like… SEX back here!!”

  I fucking lost it. I howled with laughter and then Ivy started to giggle, too. Mia’s mouth dropped open as she backed away. Once she was out of sight she yelled, “Come out when you two aren’t spreading your stupid ‘just had sex’ endorphins around!”

  I looked over at Ivy and she was holding back laughter. Her shoulders were shaking through her too-big t-shirt and her eyes were shut tightly.

  “It does smells like sex back here…” I repeated, through another laugh.

  “STOP LAUGHING!” Mia yelled through the house.

  “I love us,” Ivy said, looking up at me with those beautiful, forest green eyes.

  I smiled. “Me too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Ivy

  Mia was lying on my couch, bare feet propped up on the arm rest with her arm draped over her eyes.

  Dawson walked out behind me, tapping my bottom when we got to the living room. I yelped and turned back to playfully slap his chest. I loved that he still couldn’t keep his hands off me, even after banging the fuck out of me.

  I loved it.

  “I really want to be grossed out right now, because it really does smell like musty, hard-core sex in here, but I just can’t seem to truly be disgusted.”

  I folded my arms over my chest. “How do you know what musty, hard-core sex smells like?” (Cue me acting like an overbearing mother verses the older sister that I really am.)

  Sometimes it’s hard to act like a cool, big-sister/bestie when I have been almost like a mother to Mia since the night our parents died. We were both forced to grow up that night, but I’d always still acted somewhat like a mother to her, at least for the first few years.

  Mia finally pulled her arm away from her eyes and glared at me. “I’m in my twenties, Ivy. You can stop with pretending like I’m a virgin because we both know I’m not.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  I knew she wasn’t a virgin and I’d given her enough talks about the Trojan man for her never to preform without protection, but still. I felt like it was my duty to continue on with that little tradition.

  Mia sat up, closing her legs since she was wearing a dress and it was no longer just me in the house. “You two are like a Lifetime movie. One of those sickening, lovey-dovey, swoony ones. The kind where,” she paused, bringing her hands up to form quotation marks, “boy meets girl and they become the best of friends, only to be ripped apart by an awful tragedy, and then they find each other again and fall madly in love.” She smiled. “Boom. Lifetime movie.”

  I let out a small giggle and Dawson walked a little further in the room, draping his arm over my shoulder.

  “You’re right, we’re the epitome of a Lifetime movie,” he said, peering down at me.

  Butterflies erupted throughout my belly as my heart fluttered. This was it. It was finally happening…Dawson and me, in sickening, swoon-worthy love.

  Mia clucked her tongue. “So this is why you haven’t been texting me like normal all week.”

  I scrunched my brows. “What do you mean?”

  She opened her eyes wide. “You normally text me, like, 500 times a day, asking me if I’ve eaten, where I am, how my grades are, et cetera.”

  Walking over to her on the couch, I sat beside her, the cushions enveloping me. I looked over at her profile. “Is that why you’re here? To check on little ol’ me?”

  She laughed. “No, I was at a party and my roommate decided to be a bitch and lock me out.”

  Brow furrowed, mama-bear coming out to play. “First off, where is your key? And second off, why did she lock you out? Do I need to make a call?”

  Mia laughed, looking at me like I was an idiot. “First off, you’re not scary so stop, and second off, she’s mad because I came home at, like, three the other night and accidently woke her up.”

  Confusion started to set in. “Where were you until three? And why the heck are you dressed like that? I demand you change right now!” Mia’s dress was completely inappropriate; I didn’t think I’d ever worn something that short.

  Mia laughed again, as did Dawson, who had taken a seat across the room in my other brand new couch. Now that my house was nearly done, I had finally been able to get some furniture in here last week. I went with a lovely loveseat and couch combo – per Dawson’s recommendation for how small my living room was.

  Mia rolled her eyes when she answered. “Can you chill, please? I was at a party, and yes, before you get all mad, I’m a college student. It’s what we do and we also dress like this for said parties.”

  Dawson cleared his throat. “It’s true, although I’m not sure I’m a fan of you wearing something like that, either. It seems… wrong.”

  Mia pouted. “Okay, please don’t tell me that you two are going to gang up on me now that you’re together. Ivy and Uncle Tim are already overbearing enough; I don’t need an older brother, too, Dawson. And, I’m not the loser kid that you used to know. I’ve grown up.”

  I snorted. “Barely.”

  Mia gave me a death glare, which only made me laugh.

  Dawson chuckled, looking totally adorable. “Fine, fine. But if you need me to beat someone up, I will.” He flashed his award-winning smile, all while flexing his arm muscle, and I swooned, right there on the couch.

  “We all know I can take care of myself.” Mia popped up. “In fact, I smacked some jock tonight before coming here. Which is why I’m here so early.”

  I watched Dawson’s expression grow dark, then I turned and angled my body towards Mia, eyes going directly to her boobs. I’m totally burning that dress. Can you hear that? It’s our father rolling over in his grave.

  “What? What happened?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “I got all dressed up for his stupid party, that he invited me to, and when I got there, he was sucking face with some chick. The second he saw me, he grinned at me, thinking I would be totally okay with it, and it made me mad so I smacked him, and then left.”

  My mouth opened into a gaping hole. My sister was such a little badass. She always had been. I needed her balls.

  Dawson’s laughter boomed throughout the room, causing Mia to stand up and bow, declaring, “Thank you, thank you very much!”

  I sat back, huffing with annoyance, but really, I was enjoying seeing Dawson and Mia together and getting along. They hadn’t had much of a relationship back when we were younger due to the awkward age gap, so it was kind of nice watching them interact.

  “And, piggy-backing off the subject of my now-enemy who goes by the name of Dierks,” she said, coming back to sit down. “Guess who else I saw on campus the other day?”

  Leery, I asked who.

  “Mrs. Connors. Do you remember her? She basically hated our family.”

  I almost yelled. “Why the heck was she there? And did she do anything?”

  Mrs. Connors = Breanna’s mom, aka the woman who hated me and Mia, and who was probably still holding a grudge against my parents, even though they weren’t even here to defend themselves anymore.

  “She works there,” Dawson answered.

  A pit grew in my stomach so large that I think it swallowed my heart.

  “Did she say anything?” I asked, looking back to my sister.

  Her eyebrows folded. “No, I’m not even sure she saw me. I did a double take because I wasn’t sure if it was her or not. I barely remember her from when we were younger, but she had that stupid, bleach-blon
de hair tied up into a tight bun like she always used to, so I knew it was her. Plus, I saw her name in one of my pamphlets awhile back and then it just kinda clicked. I turned around at the last second because I ran into the person in front of me, causing a near-fall with the sidewalk.” Mia laughed.

  I didn’t know she worked there. What did she even do? From what I remembered, she used to help run the dealership…or, something with the books or accounts.

  “So you’ve got the clumsy gene, too?” Dawson asked, laughing.

  Mia stuck her tongue out. “I’m not nearly as bad as this one,” she answered, pointing at me.

  She and Dawson fired back a few jokes about me falling down and running into things constantly before I realized that Dawson was standing, looking over at me.

  “Huh?” I asked.

  Dawson’s face twitched with humor. “I said I was going to head home tonight so that you and your sister can hang out.”

  “You don’t have to go,” I answered, almost sounding desperate.

  Dawson chuckled. “It’s fine, babe. You hang with your sister.” Then he walked over to me, pulling me up to my feet. I felt the blush running across my cheeks.

  I grinned. “I like you calling me babe.”

  A Crest commercial worthy smile appeared. “I like calling you babe.”

  We both turned our head at the sound of Mia making puke noises. Then she stopped and smiled. “I’m just kidding. I love you two together. Even my twelve-year-old self thought you two were the coolest couple ever.”

  I laughed. “We weren’t even a couple back then.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Tell that to twelve-year-old Mia who watched her cool, older sister stare across the dinner table with Cupid eyes at her ‘best friend.’”

  I laughed again and walked Dawson over to the door. He bent down, slipping his shoes on and leaned in, his scent wrapping around me like a blanket.

  “I’ll come by tomorrow, after work?” he questioned, bending down to brush his lips over mine.

  I reached up on my tiptoes, planting an eager kiss on his lips, slipping my tongue in for good measure.