Escaping Trouble

by Dee Bridle

  I smiled at the anticipation and the desire that I could see in his fully lit eyes. He slid his chair back slightly just as I reached him, and I straddled his lap. My mouth connected with his, and I gave everything to the kiss. I had been gone for a matter of hours, and I had missed him. My tongue slid against his as his hands cupped my ass, and I moved against him. He hungrily returned the kiss and gripped me harder against him.

  I pulled back an inch from his mouth, catching my breath.

  “Hi,” I said.

  “Did you have fun?” he asked huskily, his hand travelling from my thigh and up towards my breasts over the top of my dress.

  My eyes almost closed as he slowly felt every inch of me with his strong hands caressing me like he had all the time in the world.

  “Not as much fun as I’m having now,” I whispered with a soft murmur.

  I felt him under me, his shorts no barrier to his excitement, and I slowly moved against him once more.

  His hand snaked around to the back of my neck and he pulled me to his lips.

  “Stop doing that or this will end too quickly.”

  I giggled and did it again.

  “So, then, end it quickly.”

  He pulled at my bottom lip with his mouth and murmured, “You first, this time.”

  My body stopped gyrating and I went rigid with my posture. I pulled my lips away from his.

  “What?” he asked, not moving his hand from my neck and keeping me from getting off him.

  I looked away from his piercing eyes and said, “I don’t…ever…end things down there.”

  “As in…never?” he asked in disbelief.

  I shook my head and then tried to lift myself off of him.

  “Ivy, stay and talk to me,” he pleaded as if not wanting me to go.

  His thumb gently smoothed my cheek, as he sat patiently waiting for me to answer.

  “It doesn’t happen. Sex for me is…forget it,” I said trying to pull away.

  “No,” he said keeping me in place. “Sex for you is what?”

  “Just something I do to get the guy off,” I said closing my eyes tightly. “Can we not talk about this now?”

  “No, we need to talk about this right now,” he said still smoothing my cheek and trying to get me to look at him.

  I purposely looked away, not wanting to say more.

  “Look at me,” he demanded softly.

  I shook my head, even though I wanted to look at him and get lost in his eyes. But if I did, I would be adrift. I had to keep some part of myself together.

  He brought his other hand up and put it in my hair, moving my head to force me to look at him.

  “I need to make you come apart,” he whispered in determination.

  I tried to shake my head, “No.”

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  My eyes flicked to his, and I saw everything I didn’t want to see—desire, truth, deep affection, and the most amazing guy I had ever met. He was going to make me lose control, and I wouldn’t survive it.

  “I can’t,” I breathed.

  “Let me try,” he whispered.

  I winced and said, “I told you, it’s not a fun thing for me. I’ve been fucking abused, Noah. You can’t change that.”

  “Let me try,” he whispered calmly again. “Let me erase your memories of the fucker. Let me show you how it’s meant to be, when it’s with the right person.”

  I took a breath and a half sob escaped.

  “I can’t.”

  “Don’t be scared to let go with me,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you or let anyone else hurt you ever again. You’re mine now, Ivy. Let me show you how it’s meant to be.”

  I swallowed and said, “Let’s just have sex. I’m ready.”

  He shook his head and said, “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “We’re not having sex yet. You’re not ready.”

  “I just told you I was,” I said annoyed with the whole conversation now. “Jesus, Noah, stop this crap and let me please you,” I said putting my hand down his shorts.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled it out.

  “Not until I please you,” he said, holding my hand behind my back.

  “It’s not going to happen,” I said, frustrated. “You’ll get blue balls.”

  He shrugged and said, “So, then I’ll get blue balls.”

  I sighed in frustration and looked up at the ceiling.

  He only leaned in and kissed my neck.

  “Let me have control just for a little while, and I promise I will give it back,” he whispered.

  I closed my eyes at the feel of his warm lips. His teeth grazed my skin and then his warm tongue licked the same spot. I shuddered with the sensation and wanted to give in. I wanted to be a normal girl, without the guilt and nightmares. I wanted to enjoy sex like every other girl seemed to.

  I was sure I could trust Noah. He had only proved himself to me over and over since we had gotten together. This situation could only go two ways, with me freaking out or relaxing for once and maybe enjoying myself.

  I couldn’t freak out again in front of him. I was still so ashamed of the last time. I didn’t want to remember the anguish in his voice, or his panic at the thought that he had done something wrong to me. He cared for me. On some basic level, he really liked me. Maybe I should let him try and please me. It wouldn’t happen, but at least, I could let him try.

  Sudden warmth speared though me and I refocused on Noah. His head was further down from my neck and he was kissing over the edges of my bra. My dress had been pulled down to reveal my bra and stomach, and I instantly went rigid. When had he done that?

  “Relax,” he soothed, continuing to kiss my skin.

  I squirmed on his lap and said, “I can’t.”

  His lips suddenly found mine again, and his tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues slowly meshed together, and I started to relax again.

  His hand moved up to my bra cup and he squeezed me gently, feeling his way. I never took my bra off during these moments, because it all seemed too bare. I hated it when a guy saw me in the nude. It made me feel like he was judging me. Just like ‘he’ used to do. He always said the right things, wanting me to like what he was doing, when all I felt was fear and loathing.

  I went rigid once more and his hand stopped touching me, but he continued kissing me like nothing had just happened.

  I started to relax again.

  “I need to keep it on,” I whispered against his mouth.

  “It stays on then,” he said making his way back down my neck.

  I relaxed a little more at his words. I could trust him, couldn’t I? He was at my collarbone, leaving soft kisses along it as his hand went back up to my breast.

  “What if I say stop?”

  “Then I stop,” he murmured against my breast.

  I believed him then. I was in his hands but he would stop if I asked him to. His fingers pulled my cup down and released part of my breast. Before I could think about it, his mouth was on my nipple and darts of pleasure shot through me. I let out a soft groan at the sensation, and he continued his way over to my other breast with his tongue.

  “You tricked me,” I breathed out as his mouth clamped on my other nipple.

  “Your bra is still on,” he murmured against my nipple, sending shock waves through me.

  “Noah,” I groaned, with my head flung back and my eyes closed.

  He continued, deepening the sensation with more sucking and licking. He held me in his strong arms as I let the feelings flood through my body. I moved against him, my body more in control than my mind. I felt the warmth start from my toes and I softly moaned. I suddenly panicked at the sound coming from within me.

  “Just let go,” he whispered.

  I shook my head and opened my eyes back up. His heavy lidded eyes focused on mine as I leaned my forehead against his, breathing heavy.

  “Let go…for me,” he said, as his hand moved down my breast and down my stomach.
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  I let out a panicked breath and said, “But I can’t.”

  His hand smoothed its way over my dress to my thigh.

  “I promise I’ve got you, Ivy,” he whispered as his hand smoothed down to my inner thigh.

  I clenched my thighs and gasped, “No.”

  His hand stopped moving.

  “Then we won’t,” he said softly.

  His kindness undid me and I kissed him. I felt his rock hard cock under me and I bit his lip.

  “You’re so fucking hard.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life,” he said with a slight grin as he returned my kisses. “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever had.”

  I gave a throaty moan and said, “Liar.”

  “My rock hard cock doesn’t lie,” he said sucking my bottom lip.

  “Let me help you with that,” I said putting my hand over it.

  He shook his head.

  “You know the rules,” he said taking my hand away.

  I let out a sigh and leaned my forehead back against his.

  “I’ve never met anyone like you,” I whispered.

  “Same here.”

  I felt his hand slowly move back up my inner thigh, and I shuddered.

  “You said you would stop.”

  “You haven’t told me to officially stop yet,” he whispered, kissing me again.

  I knew we were talking semantics, but I froze as his fingers touched my silky underwear. I wanted him to stop, but I didn’t want him to stop. It felt too good to stop, but I worried if he went any further, I would freak out.

  I was suddenly being lifted in his arms and I held on to his neck.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Making you fall apart, remember?” he said with a half grin.

  He leaned over slightly and pushed the laptop across the dining table. Papers and his pen slipped off the table and fluttered to the floor.

  “Noah,” I said unsurely.

  He sat me down on the edge of the table, and the cold wood made me shiver.

  “Trust me,” he said looking into my eyes.

  I didn’t want to, but I knew I already did. Maybe he had changed his mind with the sex part. I pulled his T-shirt up, and he pulled it off the rest of the way, tossing it on the floor. I gazed at his muscles and tattoos and licked my lips in unadulterated delight.

  His hands smoothed down both my thighs and I looked down to see his strong hands getting closer. I looked down at myself and cringed at the sight of the rest of me. My skirt was bunched around my waist and my bra was almost nonexistent. I put my arm across my breasts, and he stopped and pulled my arm away.

  “Don’t hide perfection,” he said in a throaty whisper.

  He put my arm behind me and then did the same with the other one, my hands holding my weight on the table.

  I closed my eyes shut and cringed. I hated being on show like this. If he wanted to do sex, he had to do it now. I might even actually enjoy some of it as my body was still whirring from just before. I felt his warm mouth touch my inner thigh and I gasped. My eyes snapped open, and I focused on him sharply.

  His eyes stayed locked on mine as he kissed the skin closer to my underwear. I began to pant with anticipation and fear. No one had ever done this to me. Maybe he knew it, and that was the point. I wanted to tell him to stop, but the darts of pleasure that were shooting through me wouldn’t let me.

  His hand slowly pulled my underwear down slightly, and before I could protest, his tongue was inside me. I moaned instantly. The feeling running through me was bigger and stronger than I could control. His tongue did things to me that had me leaning further back on the table, my back arched in pleasure, my breathing heavy.

  “Oh, my god,” I moaned as my toes started to tingle.

  He continued his licking and my legs shook uncontrollably. His hands moved my legs up and made them rest on his shoulders. I was too far gone to protest. I no longer felt insecure or freaked out. I just wanted the warm tingly feeling that was building up in me to continue.

  His mouth moved away suddenly, and then I felt his fingers inside me. I opened my eyes and saw him moving up to kiss my breasts, while his fingers moved passionately inside me.

  I could feel the buildup, but I knew it wouldn’t come. I was going to disappoint him by not doing what he wanted.

  “Relax,” he soothed, as if knowing the instant I became unsure.

  He kissed me all over, making me slowly relax again. I let out a deep sigh as the tingles returned, this time up my legs and all over my body. He was soon down between my thighs again, and before I knew it, he was pleasuring me with both his tongue and fingers.

  I groaned expectantly, and my head flew back and hit the table. I tried to grab onto something but only sent a coffee cup flying over the edge. I didn’t hear the smash as another bigger wave of pure delight washed over me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, panicking. “Noah!”

  He worked on me faster and before I knew it, something hit me like a freight train. I exploded into a quivering, squealing mess. Wave after wave hit me and I stopped breathing with the sensation. Sparks flew off my skin everywhere and I was sure I saw stars. I arched my back and let out one long groan as my heart felt like it had stopped. I blacked out for a moment as the intense orgasm shattered through me.

  My body finally came back down to earth and my bones melted as I lay there limp and lifeless. I didn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t. I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

  “You alive?” he asked with a throaty whisper.

  I couldn’t stop the emotions bubbling up within me, and I suddenly laughed.

  “No.”

  I opened my eyes and he was leaning over me, watching me with a satisfied smirk on his face. I laughed more as emotions blazed through me and then I started to cry.

  “Hey, no crying,” he said, pulling me up and holding me against him.

  “I’m okay,” I said into his bare chest. “I’m just…overwhelmed, I guess.”

  He kissed the top of my head and smoothed his hands up and down my back. I felt my bones melt all over again as I breathed him in. I closed my eyes in relaxed delight. He had done it. I had done it. No guilt. No fear. Maybe I could be normal.

  He kissed the top of my head again.

  “Let’s get you to bed.”

  I opened my eyes and looked down at his pants.

  “What about you?”

  “You need sleep,” he said sliding me off the table and lifting me in his arms.

  I slid my arms around his neck as he carried me over to his room.

  “What about blue balls?” I murmured sleepily into his neck.

  “Make it up to me tomorrow,” he replied.

  “Do you think I will come like that again?” I asked, as he lay me down on his bed.

  “Fuck, I hope so,” he said with a grin.

  I laughed softly and felt my eyelids close before I could tell him that he was the most amazing thing to ever happen to me.

  Noah

  I watched her sleep for a moment and knew that I had finally found it. The one thing in life that changed everything. Zac had found it with Ava and now I had found it with Ivy. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I got to keep her forever. I wanted to protect her from the shit world she lived in. I wanted to keep her in here, away from everyone so I could have her all to myself. I wanted to see her giggle again. Fuck, I wanted to see her come again. Nothing had ever been hotter. She was perfect.

  I had gone and fallen for a girl—a red-haired, complicated, beautiful girl.

  I pulled her dress down all the way so she would be comfortable while sleeping. Then I slipped her shoes off. Covering her with my quilt, I smiled to myself, knowing I was one fucking lucky guy.

  With a hard on that had no intention of going down in the near future, I knew I would have to take an hour long cold shower to relieve the pain. With a satisfied smile, I knew that what happened tonight had been totally worth it.

 
* * *

  The next morning, I awoke to a knocking sound and looked over at Ivy still sleeping next to me. Whoever was knocking was going to have their life ended, because I was not moving from this perfection.

  Someone kept knocking.

  I leaned over to check my phone and saw that it was 9:00 a.m., way too early for anyone to knock as far as I was concerned. I ignored it and nestled back into Ivy. I didn’t care if it was the end of the world.

  The knocking ended, and I was soon falling back asleep with a smile on my face.

  I awoke to a louder knock and realized it was on my bedroom door. Before I could even check the time or cover Ivy, the door burst open.

  Rachel stood in my room, looking at me and holding a suit bag.

  “What the fuck?” I exclaimed, sitting up in bed.

  Ivy jumped awake and scrambled to cover herself with the sheet, looking at Rachel in shock.

  “Hi, Noah. I was worried when you didn’t answer your door. So your father gave me a key. I’ve come to deliver your suit and ask what time you’re picking me up tonight,” she said brightly.

  “What are you doing in my fucking room? And what the hell are you talking about?” I asked angrily.

  “The ball, tonight, remember? Your father asked me to attend with you. He said he had told you. I bought a designer gown, and I can’t wait to show it off,” she said, acting like Ivy was not even next to me.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I said furiously. “You can’t come in here like this, and I’m not going to the ball with you.”

  “But your father said.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about what he said,” I returned. “I’m taking my girlfriend. At no stage did I agree to take you.”

  “She’s your girlfriend?” she asked in disbelief.

  “Can you get out of here?” I demanded.

  “Fine. But your father organized this. You don’t have to be so nasty to me,” she pouted, throwing the suit over most of Ivy as she stormed out of the room.

  Ivy pushed the suit off her and sat up in silence.

  “Fuck!” I shouted angrily, getting out of bed and going into the bathroom.

  I slammed the door shut. I wanted to break something, but I held onto the basin instead, willing myself to calm down. I didn’t know what my father was up to, but I didn’t like it.