Hot Georgia Rein

by Martha Sweeney

  “Yours,” she says a little louder.

  “That’s right,” I confirm.

  My left hand lets go of her shoulder and slides down to her hip. Ivy’s wiggling, desperate to come.

  “Fuck,” she groans, getting closer.

  I undo her button and zipper and reach in with my other hand. My fingers slip along her wetness and glide into her warm pussy easily.

  “Fuck,” she whimpers, slamming her palms against the dashboard.

  “Come for me, Firefly,” I direct.

  “Mm-hm,” she replies.

  “Come all over me,” I say. “Release you sweet nectar all over my hand so I can taste it.”

  “God,” she pants. “Oh, God.”

  “That’s it,” I coax.

  “Fuck,” she moans. “I’m…I’m….” Ivy lets out her release with a low grunting noise, confirming that she’s been good and horny and waiting for my cock.

  “Good girl,” I commend.

  She continues to rock over my fingers, clenching down around them as she rides her wave of ecstasy. Ivy slumps back into me when she’s had her fill. I don’t move, allowing her to come down from the build up.

  “I call you Firefly,” I begin lowly in her ear. “Because of the way you looked one night when the kids were catching them in the fields that summer when I first kissed you.”

  “We didn’t first kiss in the field,” she states.

  “I know,” I laugh. “I meant that evening.”

  “Oh,” she replies.

  “The younger ones were chasing them around, trying to catch them in jars,” I explain. “You just sat there quietly, watching and waiting to see what the fireflies would do in the dark. I could barely see you even though you were barely a foot away. They came all around you as if they knew you wouldn’t hurt them. Several landed in your hair while you were talking to the one who was crawling around on your hand. They continued to light up on and off, your skin reflecting slightly from the glow. That’s what you do to me…you light up my life. You light up my heart anytime I’m with you or think about you. That’s how you became my Firefly.”

  It takes a few seconds, but Ivy shifts off of me, adjusting herself in the process. She remains close, staring me in the eyes for several seconds before pressing her lips to mine. Ivy’s kisses become heated quickly, making me think she needs me inside her.

  “Baby,” I call. “This isn’t a good place for that.”

  “You just had me on your lap and fucked my with your hands,” she reminds, kissing my neck.

  “I know,” I chuckle. “But, this is a place where people come and go a lot during this season.”

  “Then, I better move fast,” she says, starting to unfasten my belt.

  “Ivy, let me move the truck first,” I plea as she shifts off of me. “I’ll fuck you however you wa….” My words get cut off the second her mouth is wrapped around my dick. “Fuck, Firefly.”

  “That’s what I thought,” she gloats. Ivy takes a long, slow lick up the seam of my cock, sucking on the head while she wiggles her tongue.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I groan. “Give me a second to move the truck.”

  “If you think you can move it while I’m down here, go ahead,” she states, stuffing her mouth with me.

  “God,” I huff, biting my right hand.

  “Lick it,” she directs.

  “What?” I ask, keeping my eyes up to make sure we’re not spotted and completely distracted by her mouth.

  “My juice off your hand,” she says, applying the right amount of suction that makes my eyes roll back in my head.

  “Fuck,” I growl, turning my head and sucking my fingers as I get a huge whiff of her scent through my nose. “Right there, Firefly,” I say, putting my other hand on the top of her head. “Right there.”

  It doesn’t take long before I warn her that I’m coming. Ivy doesn’t let up, swallowing all of me. My hand slams against the dash when the release keeps going and a car pulls into the area.

  “You’re gonna need to stay down there for a few,” I warn.

  “Why?” she asks. “Need another round?”

  “As tempted as I am to take you up on that offer, no,” I reply. “Someone’s here and we really should get going or else all we’re going to do is have nothing but sex each time we see each other.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” she gloats.

  “That’s a trick question, Firefly,” I laugh. “But, I also know that that can’t be all we do….especially if we’re moving forward.”

  “Moving forward?” Ivy asks with furrowed brows.

  Fuck me sideways with a rusty stirrup. Does she think that things are going to go exactly back to the way they used to be? Does she want them to? “As in us,” I remind. “I told you I plan on fighting for us. There’s no going back to how things used to be…at least, not without some changes so you never feel like you need to leave me again.”

  Ivy starts to pop her head up, but I catch her before she gets too high.

  “Stay down, Firefly,” I instruct. “Wait until they start walking. If they take too long, wait until I’m at least on the road.”

  Ivy nods with an expression on her face that I can’t quite read.

  “Did I scare you?” I check.

  “About not moving? No,” she replies.

  “I mean the other part,” I nervously chuckle.

  “No,” she claims.

  I nod, not bothering to push the topic. I’m not interested in ruining the day over some kind of misunderstanding.

  17 Ivy

  My heart melted when Henry said what he did about making changes to ensure I never leave him again. Yet at the same time, I started to panic. He must have seen it on my face when he asked if he scared me. He did, but not because of his promise. I got scared about the idea of him wanting to leave me when he finds out what I need to tell him. He needs to know that I have a son.

  I know that I can’t keep putting it off. I know that we need to talk, but with what just happened, I have to wait a little longer. Aside from the sex, Henry and I need to establish trust and communication with each other since we lost so much of it over the years. I just hope that it’s easier than I expect. Waiting too long to tell him can complicate things more.

  Henry got impatient waiting for the people to leave their SUV, so he pulled out of the area and onto the road in a little bit of a furry. I got back in my spot quickly, throwing on my seatbelt. He told me where he had some extra napkins, so I cleaned up my mess the best that I could and then offered to get his. He wanted to take care of it himself, which I didn’t expect, so I figured he might have still been hurt or mad by my reaction.

  We rode in silence for what felt like an eternity, but when I checked the clock again, it was in actuality only ten minutes to get to where we were supposed to be.

  “Zip-lining?” I ask, excited by the idea.

  “Yeah,” he laughs. “Haven’t you been?”

  “No,” I say. “They didn’t have this place before I left.”

  “That’s right,” he chuckles. “It opened two years ago.”

  “Cool,” I say, jumping out of the truck and tying my hair up. “Should we bring our lunch with us?”

  “We won’t be able to carry it,” Henry states. “Will you be okay for a few hours?”

  “Yep,” I confirm. “Remember, I had three cookies.”

  Henry lifts a brow. “Three? I thought you said two.”

  “Right. Two,” I muse.

  Henry rolls his eyes. “I’m sure we still need to burn off a little more for you,” he chuckles.

  “Oh, we did,” I confirm. I move closer to him. “This is the orgasm high kicking in.”

  “The what?” he laughs.

  “The orgasm high,” I repeat.

  “I thought people get tired after sex?” he searches.

  “Technically, that wasn’t sex,” I explain.

  “It wasn’t?” he asks.

  “Nope,” I confirm. “That was foreplay
.”

  Henry pulls me into him. “I love the way you think.”

  I flash a cheesy smile, happy to know that he’s over the weirdness that happened not too long ago.

  We get our harnesses on and the guide goes over a few things with us. Henry seems to be a natural when we get started, but then again, he did say he’s done this a few times. My smile fades a little, worried that he’s done it with Julianna.

  “What’s wrong?” Henry checks when we get to the first deck.

  “Nothing,” I lie.

  “Is the harness bothering you?” he asks with concern.

  “No,” I confirm. I shift to keep going, but he grabs my hip.

  “Talk to me, Firefly,” he requests.

  “It’s nothing,” I say, brushing it off.

  “It’s something,” he challenges. “Remember…I know you.”

  “I don’t want to say,” I admit.

  “Why?” he pushes gently.

  “You’ll think it’s stupid,” I reply.

  “Nothing you say or do is stupid…maybe weird or silly, but never stupid,” Henry confirms.

  I fidget, not comfortable being called out. My gaze stays low as I try to avoid looking at him.

  “Come on, Firefly,” Henry coaxes. “We ain’t moving until you tell me.”

  “I…I just think that since you’ve done this before you probably have done it with… you know,” I say.

  “With?” he searches.

  I roll my eyes. Men can be so dense sometimes. I give him a pressing look, hoping he doesn’t make me have to say her name.

  “Julianna?” he asks surprised.

  I nod.

  “No,” he confirms. “She never did this kind of shit. Grady and I would do this when we needed some time away from town.”

  “Cool,” I reply, trying to act all nonchalant about it.

  Henry grins.

  “What?” I ask.

  He kisses me, something I don’t expect. “It’s just you and me,” Henry confirms. “And, I like that you care.”

  “I don’t,” I fib.

  Henry’s smile widens. “Julianna and I didn’t do many things,” he mentions. “We barely had sex…hence my need to just fuck you all the time.”

  “Why not?” I suddenly blurt, slapping my hand over my mouth a second later. “Sorry. That’s none of my business. I really don’t want to know.”

  “You said you wanted to talk,” Henry reminds. “Well, I guess catching up on the past when we weren’t together is a good place to start.”

  Please, God, don’t torture me. Please, don’t let today be the day where we’re finally really ready to move forward and the same day where he’ll never want anything to do with me ever again.

  “I guess,” I say passively, looking down our next line. “If talking about her will make you feel better.”

  “I’d prefer not to talk about Julianna,” Henry informs.

  My eyes dart back to his face.

  Henry offers a tender smile. “I’ll talk about whatever you want to talk about…even Julianna if you’d like.”

  I shake my head. “I’d rather not too,” I admit. “Maybe if it comes in passing, but not directly or specifically.”

  “Good,” Henry replies, sealing it with a kiss. A twinkle dances in his eye as he lets me go. “Race you to the next one.” Henry takes off, not giving me a second to reply.

  “Cheater!” I yell, jumping off the deck and hoping I catch up to him.

  Our conversations for the rest of the first half of our zip-lining adventure was very relaxed, mostly joking around, and recollecting things that happened from our childhood. We joked, we teased, we flirted and it’s the best day I’ve had in a long time.

  Too hungry from all of the activity, we barely talked while we ate. We went out on one of the other lines for at least two more hours. At the conclusion of our adventure, we bought a few snacks at the shop to tide us over until we got somewhere for dinner.

  As we ride back to town, I peer out the window, feeling tired from the day. Thoughts of how things could have been between us flurry through my mind. What if I had stayed in Blackburn? What if Henry came running after me? If either of those two things happened, would we have still ended up together or torn apart?

  My phone vibrates, drawing me from my internal ramblings and I cringe when I see that it’s Cece calling. “Hey, babe,” I greet. I turn to face Henry and mouth Cece’s name.

  Henry nods with a smile and then looks back at the road.

  “What’s up?” I say.

  “Can you talk?” she checks.

  “Nope?” I reply.

  “You with him?” she pries.

  “Yep,” I confirm.

  “Things are good here,” she informs.

  “Awesome,” I reply.

  “I’m going to get nothing but one-word answers from you, aren’t I?” she inspects.

  “Yep,” I giggle.

  “Did you fuck him?” she searches.

  “Yep,” I return, trying hard not to smile too much.

  “Congratulations!” she shouts. “Was it good?”

  “Uh huh,” I verify.

  “Like good or really good?” she investigates.

  “Really good,” I answer, taking a quick look at Henry to see if he’s watching me.

  Henry smiles when I catch him.

  “Does he have a brother?” she checks.

  “Actually, yes,” I confirm.

  “Is he as hot as Henry?” she asks.

  “Ehhh…you could say that,” I confirm.

  “Why am I asking you…no man will be hotter than Henry,” she states.

  “I wouldn’t say that,” I laugh.

  “Have you…you know…talked to him yet?” she inspects.

  “Not yet,” I reply. “Soon though.”

  “Just don't wait too long, honey,” she informs. “Waiting can backfire.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I agree.

  “Just text when you’re free and want to video chat with us,” Cece reminds.

  “Will do,” I confirm.

  “I know you miss him, but do what you need to do there,” she encourages. “We’re good here. What you’re doing there is just as important.”

  “I know,” I sigh. “Thanks.”

  “Oh, oh…real quick,” Cece says excitedly.

  “Yeah?” I laugh.

  “Is he…you know…as good as you remember?” she asks.

  “Better,” I confirm.

  “As big…you know…they say it keeps growing…that and their noses,” Cece states.

  “Umm…I think so,” I giggle.

  “Do you know if his brother is as big?” she dares to ask.

  “I will not answer that one,” I inform.

  “So is that a you know but won’t tell me kind of answer or you don’t know and are curious if that’s the case kind of answer?” Cece pries.

  “Goodnight, Cece,” I bid.

  “I’ll get it out of you one of these days,” she claims.

  “Right,” I laugh.

  “Oh, Drew says hi and that he misses you,” Cece adds.

  “Tell him the same and that I’ll call tomorrow,” I return.

  “Will do. Love ya, chica,” she says.

  “Love you too. Bye,” I return.

  I put my phone away and stare back through the window, needing a little time to come down from the conversation I just had. Cece always knows how to cheer me up or get me going.

  Cece and I met our freshman year in college. We lived across the hall from each other and quickly became friends when we noticed that we had a few classes together. It didn’t take long for us to find out that we had the same major, tastes in movies, men, and other things.

  Cece’s not only my friend, but she’s my business partner as well. We were able to get funding to start our business thanks to her father who owns a bunch of real estate in New York. He was selling off a few pieces of land and needed the capital for another venture. When Cece pitc
hed the idea to him, he requested a formal business proposal by Cece and me to his team. When we explained what we knew and what we could do, they were very interested. Cece and I guaranteed that we could produce actual results far better than any other company despite the fact that we didn’t have a client.

  Her father signed a contract stating that he’d pay us for six months of work for our time, and at the end of that timeframe, if we were able to show the numbers and comparisons properly, he’d give us the beginning capital we needed to hire our own staff as well as be our first official client. We started to pick up momentum after that pretty quickly and now have fifteen clients for our staff of thirty-six and have five more in the contract proposal process.

  “You were talking about me, weren’t cha?” Henry asks with a grin.

  “No,” I lie.

  “Bullshit, Firefly,” he chuckles.

  I feel the heat rise more in my cheeks each time he calls me that since his confession for my nickname.

  “I’m serious,” I claim.

  “Ivy Lynn Abney, don’t you lie to me,” Henry challenges.

  “I swear,” I fib trying not to grin.

  18 Henry

  “That’s fine,” I say, laughing. “I don’t need you to confirm it. I know it.”

  “You’re full of shit,” Ivy states.

  “You’ll be full of my cock tonight but won’t get a single fucking orgasm if you don’t tell me the truth,” I threaten.

  “Who says I’m going to let your cock anywhere near me and my vagina?” she pushes.

  “Me,” I claim. “You’re mine.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Ivy huffs.

  I laugh. “You’re mad because you know you want me inside you.”

  “Nope,” she lies.

  “Yep,” I goad.

  “I’ve got a vibrator to satisfy me,” Ivy announces.

  “Ain’t no vibrator as good as my stiff cock,” I remind.

  “I beg to differ,” she chuckles. “He’s done right by me just fine for a number of years.”

  “Like I said…we’ll see about that,” I say smugly.

  We drive in silence for a long while. The sexual tension is wound tighter than a dog on a coon hunt. The humidity isn’t helping either, causing my balls to itch more. I knew I should have fixed the AC on the truck sooner. I just might need to sit on a solid brick of ice just to cool off from the weather and Ivy’s blazing fire she’s rekindled in me. Who knew finally getting sex would make a man’s ball more sore than not having any for so long?