I don’t pull away, so it’s a wasted gesture. And as soon as he understands that, he fists it and pushes me closer. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard cock rubbing the sensitive skin near my ass.
I could go all the way tonight. Let him tease me into the adult world of sex, and dirty talk, and midnight fucks in a swimming pool. I could let him just… be him. And tomorrow this will be over. I’ll just be Ivy again, minus one intact cherry. And we’ll talk business.
I could do this and go home feeling new and ready for whatever comes. A new man, a new job, a new life.
“Have you ever done it in a pool, Ivy?” he says into my mouth.
I shake my head no.
“Well.” He reaches one arm out, pulling us through the water towards the shallow end. And when his feet touch the floor, he walks forward. My arms are still holding onto his perfect shoulders, my legs still circling his muscled waist. “It’s not as fun as it sounds.” He carries me up the steps of the pool and walks over to his bungalow. “So we’re going to take this inside.”
Chapter Fifteen - Nolan
She clings to me. And even though that little display back in the restaurant should be nothing but warning bells going off in my head, I ignore them. Something is wrong, but I’m not sure it’s about me. So I’m going to ignore it.
Her heart is beating so fast against my chest, I almost ask her what the fuck. But I figure it’s just a little residual fear over what Claudette told her. I’m dangerous.
I’m mad about that, and I will be confronting Claudette about it later.
But not now. She’s hundreds of miles away. Right now the only thing I want to do is fuck this girl. I get it, she’s inexperienced. Probably only ever fucked one guy. I like that, to be honest. I like her inexperience.
“Don’t be nervous,” I say in her ear when we step into my bedroom. I set her down and say, “It’s fine. I’m good, I swear.”
“I don’t doubt it. But I’m—” She stops short.
“You’re what?”
“I’m not that good.”
“It’s OK. I’ll be patient. I’ll tell you what I like and if you tell me what you like, it will be a lot of fun. Don’t you want to have fun, Ivy? Say screw tomorrow and have some fun?”
“Yeah.” She sighs. “I want to think I do, anyway.”
“OK,” I say, dragging the strap of her bathing suit down her shoulder. “Did you buy this to drive me crazy? Because it’s sexy as fuck.”
“No.” But then she stops and reconsiders. I know because she blushes. Even though there is only one small light on in my room, I can see the redness of her cheeks. “Maybe a little.”
“So you were thinking about me? About how I wanted to fuck you.”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” she whispers.
“Say you want me to fuck you.”
She bites her lip and I can’t control myself. I lean in and kiss her. My tongue is more demanding now. “I’ll lick your pussy like this if you want. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”
“How do you like it? Fast and thrusting? Or slow and swirly?”
“Um…” She stops, like she’s really considering this question. It’s cute. She takes it all so, so seriously.
“Say it, Ivy. Tell me. The more you tell me, the better it will be. I’ll do whatever you want. Lick you, suck you, squeeze your tits until you whimper. I’ll fuck your ass if you want. I bet your asshole is a virgin, isn’t it? I bet you have no idea how good that feels, do you?”
“No,” she says.
“I can show you. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she breathes into my mouth. “Maybe tonight. Maybe we can do that?”
“Ah, you horny little slut. You want me in your ass? Fuck, yeah, Ivy Rockwell, I’m going to make you wish you met me years ago, before anyone else got to you first. Ruined you with boring intercourse. I won’t ruin you, Ivy. I’m going to make you wish I was your first. Make you beg me to do it again, and again.”
“Make me wish that, Nolan.”
“I will. I will.” I lower her other strap, and then yank her wet bathing suit down her body and peel it off, asking her to step out of it, one leg at a time, as she holds tight to my shoulders.
I throw it aside and she says, a little breathlessly, “I want to be on top.”
“OK, baby. I’m not gonna argue with that. But take my shorts off first. You can’t suck my cock with my shorts on.” She takes a deep breath and I start wondering just how much BJ experience she has. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
She shakes her head, just a little bit. Like she’s embarrassed.
Jesus. That makes me so fucking hard. “Don’t worry,” I say, petting her hair, the silky blonde strands slipping through my fingers until I reach her breast. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “I’ll tell you just how I like it. OK?” She presses her lips together, like she might not be OK with this. “For a girl who wants me to fuck her ass tonight, you sure seem nervous about all this other stuff.”
“Sorry,” she says.
“Don’t be. I love it. I love knowing I’ll be your first. I’ll teach you everything, Ivy. Now get on your fucking knees and take my shorts off so I can stick my cock down your throat.”
She starts breathing heavy, almost panting. But she drops to her knees. I place her hand on my hard cock and make her squeeze it.
“Do it,” I say, grabbing her hair and yanking a little. She moans again as her fingertips ease under the waistband of my swim trunks, tugging them down my legs until they drop on the floor.
I fist my cock, pumping it a few times, and say, “Are you ready to blow me?”
“Yessss,” she hisses through her teeth.
“Then put your hand right here, Ivy.” I take her hand and place it over my shaft.
“You’re so hard.”
“You make me hard. Now pump it. Yeah,” I say, “just like that.” She’s got a little technique going and I’m pleasantly surprised, a twisting motion as she slides her hand up and down my dick. “I want to be inside your mouth, Ivy. I want to feel your throat. Open up.”