by Lee, Nadia
And I want her a thousand times more for it.
I shed my clothes and stand before her, so she can drink in her fill…and have a chance to run. Instead, her gray eyes are dark and shining with excitement, and she studies me from head to toe. I’ve never been gladder that I work out and stay in shape. At least my body is worth something.
“You’re…bigger than I expected,” she blurts out, her gaze on my cock.
I laugh softly. “Don’t give me some clichéd ‘is that going to fit’ line.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Not that big.”
I can’t help it. I laugh with genuine humor and delight. Placing my palms on either side of her head, I lean over and claim her mouth, letting her know I plan to go all the way unless she stops me. She responds eagerly, stoking my desire to a fever pitch.
Without breaking our kiss, I take off her dress. She lifts her body here and there to help. Her underwear is plain—a nude padded bra and cotton bikini in the same shade. Totally demure and PG compared to some of the girls I’ve known, but Ivy’s lingerie is somehow more exciting. There’s something innocent and sweet about it.
She nervously wets her lips. I kiss them softly. “You’re gorgeous.”
She gifts me with a smile so radiant it hurts to look. Ignoring the odd hitch in my chest, I trace every beautiful curve of her body, determined to give her all the pleasure I can for the priceless gift she’s bestowing on me. She isn’t exactly voluptuous, but everything about her is soft and feminine.
Her breathing shallows, and I tease her, trailing my fingers along the edge of her bra. When I stroke the swell of her breast, I can sense her thundering heartbeat. I unhook the bra and slide it off.
Goosebumps rise on her breasts at the cool air. I shower them with kisses and caresses, avoiding the pointed tips. Her breasts are lovely—plump, soft and responsive, her pink nipples beading. I pull one into my mouth and suck hard, using my tongue and teeth to torment her, and she reacts like she’s been touched by a live wire.
“Tony.” Her fingers dig into my hair. Her shameless response is like pouring oil over a fire. I’m so damn hard that I want to shove into her right now.
Easy, easy. I want this to be amazing for her. I need this to be amazing for her. Despite knowing how broken I am, she’s trusting me with her body. It humbles me—that unconditional trust—and makes me want to pleasure her until she screams herself hoarse.
While sucking on the other nipple, I slip a hand under her panties. She’s completely wet, her hot juices drenching my fingers. I circle the opening of her pussy and flick the pad of my thumb over her clit.
Her thighs spread wide. She arches her back, then wraps her legs around my hand and rocks in a wild, abandoned manner.
Where did Jonas put the damn condoms? I remember and reach for the drawer, tear into the package and roll the rubber down my steel-hard cock. Ivy watches me with heated excitement.
I pull the underwear down her legs and position myself between her thighs. God. She’s scorching hot. I feel like I’m about to explode.
I push inside slowly, giving her time to adjust. She’s incredibly tight. I look at her face. Her breath is coming in short bursts.
I brush away hair on her cheek tenderly. “You okay?”
“I think so.”
“That’s not encouraging.” I stop moving.
She reaches up and kisses me. “It’ll get better.”
I shake my head. “That’s totally not what I want this to be for you. It should be fucking awesome the whole time. Because it is for me.”
She squirms. “It doesn’t hurt that much…”
“And this isn’t a punishment and shouldn’t hurt at all.” I probably rushed things, damn it. She’s wet, but too tight.
I pull out and kiss her again, coaxing and seducing her all over. Then slowly I travel down her body, worshipping her gorgeous tits and taut belly. When I’m finally at the apex of her legs, I put her thighs over my shoulders.
“Tony…” she gasps, her face red. “You, um…”
She’s so expressive. I can tell she can’t decide between screaming for it or fleeing. I close my mouth over her and run the flat of my tongue over her slick folds. Her sweet taste floods my senses, and I groan. She arches her back, a strangled cry stuck in her throat. Her hips jerk.
“It’s too much…”
Too much. If she knew all the things I want to do to her, she’d definitely scream and run the other way. “It isn’t enough.”
I lick and suck while pushing my fingers inside her one by one to stretch her, then pump into her, rubbing her G-spot. She presses a palm over her mouth to muffle a scream as she rocks hard against my face.
So. Fucking. Hot.
Blood roars in my head. I could almost come from her uninhibited response. It’s crazy sexy how she can be such a lady and so demanding at the same time.
Air saws in and out of her lungs. Her pussy clamps around my digits right before she screams her orgasm.
“Tony… Tony…” she whispers my name as though looking for an anchor.
“Right here.” I kiss her lushly…adoringly.
My dick is so hard it hurts, but I pace myself, pushing into her slowly, determined to make it mind-blowing for her.
“All the way,” she demands into my ear. “I want to feel you all the way in.”
The tenuous control I have cracks at her sexy urging. I drive the rest of the way in, tearing past the tiny resistance that, even as I become aware of it, is too late to repair.
“Oh, fuck, Ivy…”
She kisses me.
I feel like I should stop, even though that’s stupid as hell, because I’m already in and there’s no way to undo what just happened. Damn it, I should’ve asked if she was a virgin. Instead of just assuming that someone as beautiful and interesting as Ivy would’ve done it before.
“I don’t think you’re just supposed to stay still,” she whispers. “Right?”
“Just…do what you feel,” I say. “Why?”
“Well…in the porn movies…”
I look at her in mock horror. “You watch porn?”
She kisses me. “Don’t judge.”
“I could never judge you.” I could never be good enough to judge you.
I move against her gently. “Wrap your legs around me.” She does, and I begin to drive into her, reveling in a kind of pleasure I’ve never known before.
Her breathing roughens, and I can tell she’s close. I want her spasming around my cock when she comes. I reach between our bodies and rub her clit.
“Oh my God… Oh my God…” She pants.
I increase the tempo of my thrusts until she suddenly stiffens.
“Tony—!”
The rest is swallowed by a hard kiss. Her fingers dig into my back as she convulses, the climax claiming her.
And that’s all it takes for me to join her in crazy-hot bliss. I come so hard I think I black out for a moment.
When I can draw in air without sounding like a marathoner after a race, Ivy is cuddling in my arms. I run my fingers through her hair.
I don’t regret what happened between us. It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever experienced. But is she going to regret it? I’m not the kind of guy she should’ve chosen for her first time.
I look down between us, see the blood on the rubber. I go to the bathroom to toss it, a little disturbed by the sight. It isn’t as if I murdered her, but…
“Come back,” she says from the room.
“In a minute.” I wash my hands with scalding water and soap before joining her.
She immediately snuggles into me, looking at my face. “What dark thoughts are filling your head?”
“Dark thoughts?”
“You have that look.” She puts an index finger between my eyebrows. “You get lines here and your eyes get real serious.”
“I was wondering…” I grasp for smooth words and fail.
“About what?”
I feel ridiculously
vulnerable, so I shrug. “I was just wondering why you never did it before. You’re eighteen.”
She thinks for a minute. “Well. Would you let just anybody play a Bösendorfer Imperial?”
“A what?”
“It’s this gorgeous concert grand piano I got to play last winter. Handmade in Austria. Really stunning. The tone’s slightly dark, mellow compared to other brands and perfect for classical pieces.” She sighs. “One day, I’m going to buy one.”
I skim the soft lines on her back with my fingers. “So… You’re the Bösendorfer Imperial of women.”
“Indeed. And only the worthy can touch me.”
I laugh at her mock hauteur. I can’t think of the time when somebody made me laugh in bed and feel good and glowing all the way to the center of my being. Until now, fucking was just fucking. Nice. Satisfying. Even helped me forget why I’m such a screw-up, albeit briefly. But with Ivy, it’s more.
She links our hands, her eyes on mine. “You’re beautiful, Tony. I see the good in you.”
I stare at her radiant face. The darkness my mother’s cold words brought earlier slides away as more of Ivy’s light fills me. She is the sun that rises, the moon that shines and the stars that put sparks of happiness in my heart. It was futile for me to try to resist her all this time. Simply through our being together, she makes me feel pure. Noble. Aspiring to be the man who deserves her.
When she presses a kiss on the back of my hand, I know—my heart forever belongs to her.
Chapter Fifteen
Ivy
I blink a bit, then catch my breath at the unfamiliar surroundings and the body next to mine, until I remember I’m in Tony’s room and he’s the one behind me, his arm around my belly and his face buried in my hair.
What we did yesterday flashes through my head. After the first time, we cuddled a bit—I might’ve even fallen asleep—then Tony fed us in his room, courtesy of Jonas the Discreet, and we did it again, with me on top the second time. He said it’d be easier for me that way, and patiently guided me.
And it was. I had a slight difficulty finding the best way to reach my climax, but he knew exactly what I needed to do, and when I came, I thought I’d die from bliss. No wonder the French call it la petite mort.
The memory makes me hot and squirmy. But I don’t want to move and wake Tony up. It’s too nice, having him wrapped around me.
Besides, I have to figure out what to do now that it’s the morning after. Nobody ever talks about that part. Not in any books. Not in any of the movies on relationships and sex I watched with Yuna in our attempts to “live” like our teacher insists. Tatiana doesn’t think we can play anything from the Romantic Era with an appropriate depth of emotion if we don’t know what true love is.
Now I wish I’d done more the past few years than just play the piano. After I came to live with Aunt Margot, I realized she was quite taken with my musical talent. So I devoted practically all my time to it to please her. The better I became, the prouder she was, and nothing was too expensive or troublesome if it could help me improve. She got me the best instructors, and even bought a baby grand once she decided I was too good for a digital piano.
But that meant I missed out a lot of what most girls my age did—sleepovers and late-night chats with girlfriends, dating, all those things. If I hadn’t, I might’ve known the things that most eighteen-year-old girls do. Like…
Is he going to regret it? I mean…he seemed surprised at my lack of experience, but he didn’t exactly sound unhappy. And I know he came, so… Guys can’t get upset if they come, right?
“What are you thinking?” he whispers into my hair.
“Nothing,” I say a little too quickly.
“The gears in your head are moving so hard, I could hear them with my eyes closed.”
“Then maybe you could also make out what they’re saying.”
“I’m not that good.” He licks my neck, sending sweet sizzles along my spine.
I shiver with delight. “Hey! No fair.”
“I don’t fight fair.” He kisses the back of my neck, then cups my breast, his thumb over the tip.
Biting my lower lip, I arch my back, pressing into his hand and rubbing against the thick erection that’s suddenly sprung up behind me.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Talk to me.”
“I was just thinking…” I clear my throat. “I was wondering what people do the morning after.”
“Mmm.” He shifts, fitting his body closer and toying with my nipple. “This.”
God. I’m going to die if he stops. Although I’m slightly sore, I’m already so wet between my legs. Can he feel it? “No, really.”
“I’d say people do whatever they want. And right now, I want to make you come.” He nips my shoulder as he tugs on the nipple.
Electric pleasure goes all the way to my clit, and I curl my toes. “I’d love to, but I’m a little sore.”
“Don’t worry. You can still come,” he whispers hotly in my ear, his fingers slipping between my slick folds.
I clench my teeth as his clever hands play me like the Bösendorfer Imperial that I claimed to be. Hot blood roars through me. He shows me how quick and hard I can climax against his hand. It’s as though my body and mind have no resistance when it comes to him.
“Oh my God, you’re the devil,” I say, when I finally can.
He laughs. “Good morning.”
“I think it’s your turn now.” I flip around. “I suppose I can torture you the same way.” I wriggle my fingers with an extra-wicked smile and swipe the pad of my thumb over the tip of his rock-hard cock. It’s slick, and I lick it curiously and taste salt and Tony.
His eyes darken. “Ivy—”
“Tasty. Now don’t move.”
I wrap my hand around him, then experiment with how hard to grip, how fast I should move along his shaft and how to touch the cockhead. Every time my fingers bump against the base of the head, his breathing grows rougher. I adore the way he looks now. Pleasure twisting his face, making his features stark and almost feral. There’s a desperate edge to his lust that’s unbelievably erotic and makes me feel powerful. I’m the one who is giving him this… I’m the one he wants, and I can shatter his control.
I cup his balls, scratching them lightly as I pump him in my hand.
He fists the sheet underneath him. “Ivy, you’re killing me.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Then I’ll die sooner.”
“We can’t have that. I love you too much for that.”
Shock pierces through the bliss in his gorgeous green eyes. He swallows, then he says, “Ivy, you shouldn’t—”
“I don’t want to hear any shouldn’ts and don’ts.” Not when I’m holding his cock in my hand and telling him I love him. I tighten my grip and pump harder. His eyes darken until they almost look black. Bracing his feet on the mattress, he drives into my fist. It heats my blood until I feel like it’s my pussy he’s thrusting into.
He keeps his eyes on mine, and I watch the pleasure build in him. I know the moment he climaxes. It isn’t just the semen spurting out and landing on his lean, ridged abs. It’s the way his eyes lose focus and become so open and full of light, like the starry sky on a clear night. I feel like I could lose my soul in their depths.
I’ll carry how he looks this moment in my heart as long as I live.
Chapter Sixteen
Anthony
We don’t talk about it, but it’s like we’ve come to a silent conclusion since that night. I start to join Ivy and Harry for meals, and I also listen to her practice on the white baby grand.
Father’s too busy at work to do more than come home to shower, get a few hours of sleep and return to the office. Mother avoids me like she would some filthy rodent. For once, I’m grateful. It means I can be with Ivy and not worry about Mother shifting her cruelty onto someone who deserves nothing but love and support.
Mother wants me to stay away from Ivy, but the reason was that she didn
’t want me to cause her harm the way I did Katherine. I’m older and stronger now, trained in kickboxing, so I can protect what’s mine. I’m never going to let anything happen to Ivy.
The next three weeks go by with a kind of peace I’ve never known filling me. I spend as many of my waking hours with Ivy as possible. Well, I also spend all my non-waking hours with her too, curled up around her in my bed. She starts to put tiger lilies in my room, and I let her because I know it pleases her.
Ivy’s routines are simple. A lot of her time is devoted to practice because she’s convinced that if she skips even a day, it’ll show. The extreme level of paranoia and dedication is what makes her so good. She also says she can’t goof around because not only does she have to improve her technique, she occasionally has to send her friend Yuna videos to showcase how awesome she is. It’s hilariously adorable when Ivy pumps her fist after making a particularly good recording to taunt her friend with. It’s equally adorable when an especially good clip from Yuna puts an unholy fire of competitiveness into Ivy’s gray eyes.
Ivy sits next to me on the sofa after a session that she mostly spends muttering to herself. I catch a few words—argh, no no no, ack, what the hell, crap…
“Problems?” I say, putting away my laptop.
“Yes! This music! It’s so irritating. I can’t seem to play it the way I want. I can hear it in my head, exactly how it needs to go, but when I play it, it sounds like…like…dead dog poop!”
I bite my lip. She takes her music very seriously. “I thought you sounded pretty good.”
“No! ‘Pretty good’ is fine for people who do this for fun! I’m trying to win competitions and make a grand debut one day!”
I run a soothing hand over her back. “Sorry. I meant amazing.”
“You’re just humoring me.”
She’s too cute. “What else am I supposed to do with my girlfriend?” It slips out before I can catch myself.
She turns to me, her eyes on my face, searching. “Your girlfriend? Really?”
I nod, slightly nervous. Maybe it’s a bit too early. Maybe she thinks I’m being presumptuous. But the nights and days spent together and my growing feelings for her make me want to label her mine. My light. My joy. My everything.