“Eric Masters,” he said into the phone.
“Yeah, I have her. I found her in a ravine near the car. She’s sitting next to the fire warming up. She’s frantic about her sisters.” Eric paused as he listened to Aidan Miller, one of his few neighbors in Nowhere, tell him Laurel had made it safely to their home. Aidan asked if he wanted Ivy to go home with the Miller brothers. Eric wanted to say, “Are you friggin’ nuts!” Instead he replied, “No, she’s good. I’ll keep her right here. Thanks for calling. I’ll be waiting to hear about Holly.”
Eric tossed the phone on the table and sat down next to a very naked Ivy. Eric couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. He was considered one of the most morally conservative investment bankers, always portrayed as uptight and upright with a brain for taking calculated risks. What would his colleague think of him now? He wondered.
“What?” Ivy asked, looking at his grin. “You found my sisters. They’re safe! Are they coming here?”
“Laurel is with the Miller brothers. The Millers were calling the Carmichaels to make sure Holly was with them.”
Ivy interrupted. “Do you have the Carmichael’s number? Can I call?”
Eric scrolled through his contact list and handed the phone to Ivy. “Here you go, babe.” Damn, he thought. He should have called. If the Carmichaels invite her to their home he wasn’t going to let her go.
“Hi,” she said into the phone. “This is Ivy Fairweather. I was calling to find out if you guys happened to pull a beautiful blonde from a wrecked car this morning?”
Without thought Eric started to trace the areola around Ivy’s nipple. Her tits were incredible. He hefted them in each hand bouncing them gently to feel their weight. He lifted one up and slowly twisted the nipple so it distended like a small pinky finger. He looked up into Ivy’s green eyes that were starting to glaze over with lust.
“I would love to speak to her,” Ivy said breathlessly, thrusting her breast forward, apparently wanting more of Eric’s touch.
“Hey, Holls,” Ivy said into the phone. “Are you okay, little sister?”
Eric looked at Ivy’s face as she talked. She was watching him intently. Locking eyes with her, he licked her nipple.
“No way,” she replied. “Those Carmichael brothers? See, Holly, dreams do come true.”
Ivy paused as she listened. “Right, the Eric Masters. I know, who would have thought they’d all be here in Nowhere.”
Eric watched Ivy squirm. He wondered if he could make her climax just by playing with her tits. He wondered what she meant by “the Eric Masters.”
“Well, it sounds like we’re stuck where we are for about a month.” She paused. “Wow, the storm sounds like it’s going to be a big one.” Ivy nodded at something her sister said. “Right, we can talk all the time.” Ivy paused again. “Okay, we’ll start working on the stepdemon problem tomorrow. Who knows, maybe we can recruit the guys to help?”
Ivy laughed at something Holly said. “He actually has me right where I want him.” Her eyes still locked with Eric’s, she winked. “Well, good luck choosing. Maybe you’ll lose the big ‘V’?” Ivy laughed again. “Oh, don’t be such a prude. I love you, Holls, talk to you soon.”
“Lay back,” Eric growled, taking the phone and tossing it on the table.
Ivy laid back on the couch, resting her head on the armrest. “Put your hands over your head and don’t move them.” Eric looked into Ivy’s eyes and wondered if his commands were as much of a turn-on for her as they were a turn-on for him. He’d never figured he was the kind of guy who liked to make demands of his lover.
Chapter 6
Damn, it was so hot when Eric told her what to do. Ivy was used to bossing other people around. She was shocked at her desire to be bossed, and even more shocked that she enjoyed it so much.
Ivy placed her hands over her head and grasped the armrest intentionally jutting her breasts forward in a blatant invitation.
“You’re going to climax just from me playing with your nipples,” Eric said, using an authoritarian voice. “Tell me what you’re going to do?”
Ivy was intrigued to see what would happen if she denied his request. She shook her head, no.
Eric raised a brow. He moved to her breasts and started to blow on the sensitive peaks. He didn’t touch her breasts, her nipples, or any other part of her body. He just blew, his hot breath teasing her, making her squirm.
She started to move her hands. Eric’s hand shot up and locked her hands in both of his. “You need to be a better listener, Ivy,” he said. “I told you to keep your hands over your head.” Ivy turned so her wet pussy was smashed against Eric’s hard thigh, providing her a way to stimulate her clit. “As much as I love your hot, wet pussy rubbing against my thigh, those weren’t the rules. You’re going to orgasm just from me playing with your nipples.”
Eric rolled off her and held her in place with his big hands. “Tell me you want to climax from me licking and sucking your nipples, from rolling those little nubs between my fingers. I know you’re getting wet, Ivy. Tell me it’s what you want.”
Ivy nodded in agreement, amazed by how aroused she was just listening to him talk about what he was going to do to her. Eric looked into her eyes. “Promise me you won’t move your hands. Then tell me you want me to make you climax.”
“I promise I won’t move my hands. Please, please make me climax by playing with my nipples.” Ivy made herself climax just by nipple play before. She had incredibly sensitive nipples and she increased their sensitivity by her nipple jewelry, spinning fetish fantasy toy, and her nipple stimulators with super suction. The toys, however, were nothing compared to the stimulation provided by Eric’s mouth and fingers.
Ivy moaned as Eric rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He looked at her. “Your nipples are amazing, look at how long I can make them,” he said. He licked and sucked her nipples as she moved back and forth in mindless pleasure.
She was so wet, she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs. She hadn’t climaxed and Eric resolutely only touched her breasts. “Please, please,” she moaned.
Ivy felt Eric shift positions. Her eyes flew open as Eric started to stimulate her nipples by spanking them with his cock. Ivy watched through misty eyes as Eric rubbed his cock over her nipples and then spanked them gently. She wanted that cock in her mouth, but she didn’t want him to stop the pleasure. He ran the head of his cock over her nipple and she could feel the pre-cum lubricating the peak. Then, he took his cock and rubbed it against her lips. Ivy eagerly licked the tip and sucked the broad head into her mouth. She tasted his salty pre-cum and wanted more.
Eric pulled out and rubbed his cock slick with Ivy’s spit over her breasts. He started the cock slapping of her nipples again. Ivy screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her whole body trembled. Eric moved again, he leaned over and kissed her deeply, then he said, “I’m going to come on your tits.”
Ivy watched in fascination as Eric placed his cock between her breasts. She reached down and pressed them together making a space that was perfect for his cock. “Aww, Ivy. I’m gonna come so hard.” He was thrusting between her breasts and leaned down and kissed her. “Open your mouth,” he demanded as he drew back from the kiss.
Ivy complied. “Oh yeah, just like my fucking fantasies,” Eric said. His hot sperm shot out, some of it landing in Ivy’s open mouth. She kept her mouth open waiting for more. Ivy watched as he took his spurting cock and covered her nipples and breasts with his seed. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he took a scoop on his fingers and leaned back and used it to lubricate her clit. He used his cum as a lubricant and Ivy moaned in pleasure as she climaxed. Her heart was racing so fast it was hard to breathe. She licked her lips with her tongue and pulled Eric down for a kiss.
Eric covered her body with his and spread her legs with his thigh, he thrust his semierect penis into her waiting pussy and she cried out with pleasure.
Eric plunged his tongue into her
mouth, he held her head in place so he could deepen the kiss. He was slowly thrusting into her body, Ivy could feel his cock swell with each thrust. “Put your legs on my shoulders,” Eric said into her mouth. Ivy eagerly complied.
He reached down and circled her clit with his nail as he continued his gentle thrusting. He kissed her again, Ivy clasped his head holding him in place. Eric stopped for a moment, and reached over to pick up his discarded glasses from the table. “I want to see every expression on your face when you come,” he explained.
Eric started thrusting in earnest. He positioned his hands on either side of Ivy’s head locking his gaze with hers. “Look at me, babe,” he said as he started to fuck her like a piston. Ivy didn’t blink as her orgasm started. “Aww, fuck,” Eric shouted, “I can friggin’ feel you.” Ivy grabbed his head trying to remain focused, but as the orgasm hit her, her eyes rolled to back of her head. Eric leaned his head back and roared as his sperm filled Ivy.
Ivy tried to catch her breath as Eric struggled to catch his. Their ragged breathing filled the air. “Wow,” Ivy whispered.
A shaky laugh escaped Eric. “Understatement, babe,” Eric said as he leaned down and kissed her. He let his full weight rest on her a moment, then he gently turned her to her side.
Ivy’s stomach growled. She kind of giggled.
“Oh, shit,” Eric said. “Pardon my language, but crap I forgot to feed you.” Eric started to push up. Ivy pulled him back down.
“Let’s just stay here for a minute and bask in the amazingness of the sex we just had.” Ivy felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was amazing for her, but run of the mill for him.
“It was amazing wasn’t it,” Eric murmured, holding her close as he stated the fact. Eric tilted her face and kissed her. His lips on hers felt pretty darn perfect, Ivy thought as she rubbed his tongue with hers. It was a languid kiss, an intimate kiss.
“I think I’m going to need a shower before we eat,” Ivy said. “All this sex is kind of messy. I like messy,” Ivy continued as she felt Eric’s body tense.
Eric stood up and lifted Ivy in his arms. “Here’s what’s going to happen, babe.” Eric’s long strides had them down the hall and into the master bathroom in no time. “We’re going to take a quick shower. No matter how much I want to, we are not having sex again until I feed you.”
Ivy reached up and pulled Eric’s head down for another kiss as he adjusted the temperature in the shower that looked like it had been built for two. “Maybe just a quickie,” Ivy whispered.
Eric tossed his glasses on the counter before stepping into the shower with Ivy still clasped in his arms. He grinned as he set her on her feet under the warm pulsating spray. “Maybe a quickie.”
Chapter 7
Lying in his bed with Ivy sleeping soundly in his arms, Eric stared at the ceiling thinking about the day. Had he really found Ivy Fairweather in a ravine in Nowhere, North Dakota? He was so friggin’ sated, he should be sleeping soundly. Instead he realized he was afraid to fall asleep. Last time he fell asleep with Ivy in his arms he woke up and she was gone.
Eric needed to know why Ivy left him that morning. He wasn’t into introspection, but everything about that night had been perfect. What the hell happened?
He wrapped his arms around Ivy drawing her tightly against his chest. He closed his eyes and remembered…
“Hey, Eric,” Robert shouted. Eric turned to see his roommate rushing toward him dodging a group of sorority girls apparently on their way to Bourbon Street to celebrate Mardi Gras. “Looking good, ladies,” Robert said as he passed by the group.
“Hey, I heard you came in second for Best Individual Oralists. Your dad’s going to be pissed. So, my friend, the best plan of action would be to spend daddy’s money before his disowns you. Let’s head down to Bourbon and join the festivities.”
Eric wasn’t interested in partying on Bourbon Street. He was hoping he could find a girl he saw at the competition. He thought she might be from NYU School of Law, but he didn’t see her compete. He had, however, listened to her give advice to the oralist who took first place in the competition. Though she apparently wasn’t a competitor she obviously knew her stuff. Her advice on the case was damn near perfect.
“How’d he beat you anyway? Did you stumble over your words?” Robert paused dramatically. “I got it, you told the judges to go fuck themselves. Jeez, Eric, that is never appropriate.”
“Actually,” a voice interrupted the conversation, “he was quite brilliant. It just happens the winner was lucky enough to have me as an assistant coach of sorts.”
The girl looked at him and extended her hand. “I’m Ivy.”
Eric clasped her hand. “It’s a pleasure. I’m Eric and this is my, let’s see what is the word I am looking for…erstwhile friend. Robert.”
“Hello, erstwhile friend.” Ivy grinned at Robert as she shook his hand.
Ivy, her name was Ivy, Eric thought. A unique and beautiful name for a unique and beautiful girl.
“Well.” Ivy turned back to Eric. “I’m so glad I found you. I”—she paused and looked at her feet—“just wanted to say I thought you were brilliant, but I already said that. So, umm, well, see ya.”
She turned to walk away. Uncharacteristically, Eric reached out and grabbed her arm. “Robert and I are going to Bourbon Street. Would you like to join us?”
“Thanks for the offer,” she replied, stepping closer to him. “I’m not twenty-one. It’d be embarrassing to get carded when I’m with a totally hot guy.” She slammed her hand over her mouth and her face turned red.
Eric laughed. “How about going for a cup of coffee?” he asked. “Are you old enough to get caffeinated?”
“Totally old enough for caffeinating.” She smiled back. Eric placed his hand in the small of her back to turn her in the direction of the coffee shop. Her heat radiated into his palm. Much to his surprise he started to get hard. Hell, that hadn’t ever happened before.
“Well, my friend,” Robert said with an asinine grin. “I’ll see you later.” He started to walk away. “Just an FYI, I plan on sleeping at Elise’s tonight.”
Eric felt heat move up his neck and his erection grew. Hell, he just met her and Robert already had him hitting a home run. Glancing down at Ivy, Eric wished he could be that lucky.
“Where to?” Ivy asked. Then she added with a sly grin. “Just an FYI, I don’t usually spend the night with a guy the first night I meet him.” She grabbed my hand. “You, however, might be the exception.”
Good thing his jacket covered his crotch, Eric thought. He sported a full hard-on, a hard-on that was in an uncomfortable position in his jeans.
“Tell me all about you,” Ivy said as Eric held the door open to coffee shop. “Mm, it smells like beignets. I love me some beignets.”
They walked to a table and he pulled out Ivy’s chair. “Thanks,” she said as she sat down with grace. He realized this girl was used to guys who opened doors and pulled out chairs.
“What would you like?” Eric asked.
“Café au lait and beignets,” she replied smiling in anticipation.
Eric ordered their drinks and a plate of beignets. They wouldn’t be as good as the Café du Monde, but that was what Ivy wanted. What Ivy wants, Ivy gets, he thought with a grin.
He placed the tray on the table. Ivy picked up her cup and sighed with ecstasy. “I love the whole coffee experience,” she said as she clasped the mug with both hands. “The feeling of the warm cup, the smell,” she inhaled deeply before she blew on her coffee and took a small sip. “I even love the sting from the first drink, when it’s just a little too hot.” Drinking coffee would never be the same, he thought as he took the first drink. Pleasure mixed with pain.
She picked up a beignet and powdered sugar landed on her breast. She didn’t notice. Eric didn’t know what to say. He sat and watched as she took a bite from her donut.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That is so amazing.”
She had powdered sugar on her lips.
Before he thought better of it he leaned over and licked the sugar from her lips. He felt her breath as she sighed against his mouth. It was all the invitation he needed. He deepened the kiss. Sucking all of the sugar from her tongue, exploring her mouth with his tongue to ensure he lapped up all of the sweetness. The problem, he realized, was Ivy was the sweetness, not the sugar.
“Hey, Masters,” the voice of Thomas Cartwright broke into his lust-hazed mind. “So, this is your means of revenge? Going after the winner’s girlfriend. You’ll be about as successful with that as you were in the competition.”
Eric gave Ivy a questioning look. “I’m not anyone’s girlfriend,” she mouthed her response.
“Thomas,” he said, “this is Ivy. I was just assisting Ivy with powdered sugar removal.”
Ivy looked perplexed for a moment, then she smiled and said, “I think I have some down my shirt. I will definitely need help removing it.”
“Nice meeting you, Thomas,” she said as she stood up to leave.
“Sit down, beautiful,” Eric said as he clasped her hand and pulled her back into her seat. “We have all night for sugar removal.” She looked down at my hand holding her wrist and then at the Café au lait and the beignets.
“Later,” she said with a wink as she sat back down.
“Now, here’s what I know. You have a nice friend named Robert who’s hoping you get laid. And an, what’s the word I’m looking for, acquaintance. That’s probably a good term for Thomas. An acquaintance who doesn’t think you have a chance.” She paused and took a long sip of her coffee. She raised a brow and said, “I’m betting on Robert.”
Eric chocked on his coffee as he laughed at her response. Though, he wasn’t sure why he was laughing because he thought she was serious. He might end up in bed with the most beautiful and intelligent girl he’d ever met.
“Tell me about you,” she said again. “Who is Eric Masters?”
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