“And now you want to fuck me again?”
“Yes. Again, and again, and again. I feel a little possessive of you now. Like I have a claim. Like you’re mine.”
She licks her lips, but it’s a nervous gesture.
“I’ll be careful,” I say. “I can make it up to you, Ivy.” I place my hand on her cheek and press her back against the tile. The whole shower is steaming up from the hot water and a mist floats between us. A thin mist that might as well be a wall. “I’ll show you why they call me Mr. Romantic. You won’t be disappointed.”
She just stares into my eyes.
“Say something.”
“I can’t,” she whispers.
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust myself.”
I grin. Oh, you little fucking virgin. “You don’t need to trust yourself, you just need to follow my lead.”
“I can’t do that either. Something is missing.”
“You know what’s missing, Ivy? My dick inside you again, that’s what’s missing. I know you’re inexperienced, so I’m gonna talk you through this. Turn around, press your hands on the tile above your head, and open your legs.”
“No.” She licks her damn lip as she says it. And then she says it again. “No.”
“Then what are we doing here?”
“Negotiating, Mr. Delaney. Isn’t that what one does in a business agreement?”
“Is this business?”
“It is now.”
I tuck my head down to hide the grin. “OK,” I say, looking back up at her. “Let’s make a deal. What do you want?”
“The truth about that night.”
“Can’t do it, Ivy. I haven’t told anyone. Not my sister, not my friends, not my father, not even my mother. And if I were going to tell someone, it would be my mother, not you.”
Her shoulders relax and she takes a deep breath. “So you’re a mama’s boy?”
I shrug. “Maybe. But I’ll tell you what. I’ll play the game with you, if that’s what gets you off. I’ll draw you. I’ll pose you and draw you. Naked, out there in bedroom. And then you’ll see that what I just said is true.”
“What do I have to give you?” she asks.
“Turn around. Press your hands on the tile above your head. And open your legs.”
“What will you do then?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“I want to know now, Nolan.” Her chest is rising and falling even faster now, letting me know her heart is beating fast. She’s scared. Really, truly scared.
“Do it and I’ll show you. You know you want to. Or you’d be out of here. And don’t give me some stupid excuse that you have no ride or you’re on the wrong side of the country. If you think I’d strand you with no ride home, then I don’t want you here.”
I wait her out as she considers her options, but the seconds tick off and I know she won’t make a decision unless I push her. “Decide, Ivy. I’ve got better ways to spend the day than standing here in the shower waiting for you. How will you ever be in charge of anything if you can’t make your own decisions?”
“That’s not fair.”
“Who said anything about fair? Fuck fair. If life was fair, I’d have my college degree right now. If life was fair, my father would still care about me. If life was fair, I wouldn’t have been accused of rape. Life has never been fair. Not for me. Not for you. Not for anyone.”
Chapter Twenty-Two - Ivy
I shouldn’t believe him. I should just push him away, put my clothes on, and demand that he takes me home.
The problem is… I don’t want to do any of that. The problem is… I want to do everything he just commanded. The problem is I feel powerless and powerful in the same instant.
I can walk out or I can make him do things to me that most people only dream about. I can stand firm and go home wanting or I can give in and go home satisfied. I can learn his secret or I can remain ignorant.
I turn around. I stretch my arms up, my breasts rising with the motion, and place my palms flat on the cold marble tile.
And I open my legs.
Nolan bends down and I get nervous. I look over my shoulder and I’m sure I’m going to pass out from the fear coursing through my veins, and the steam I have to inhale, and the heat that surrounds my body.
Nolan places both of his hands flat on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. His tongue darts in and licks. Not my asshole, not my pussy, but somewhere in between. “That,” Nolan says, “is a beautiful fucking sight.”
He caresses my opening with his tongue and stands back up. I have to rest my head against the tile too. It’s spinning out of control. I’m spinning out of control.
“Don’t worry,” he says, pushing his chest against my back, one leg pressing between mine so he can stimulate me. “I won’t fuck you.”
“What?”
“You can control that, Ivy. See how generous and fair I’m being? Hmmm?” He nips my earlobe and I suck in a breath. “We can do that your way. But I’m going to make you earn that drawing.”
“You want me to suck your dick again?”
“Well, sure. But not now.”
His hand fists my breast, squeezing it so tight I let out a squeak from the pain. And then he eases up and his fingertips glide down to my waist, over the curve of my hip, and reach between my legs.
He strokes me in small circles. Tiny, tiny, tiny circles when all I want is something big to be right there.
“More,” I say. “I want more.”
“More what, Ivy?”
“Press harder,” I hear myself say. “Push them inside me.” Goddammit. Why am I letting him make me do this?
He’s not making you do anything, Ivy. You want this.
And I do.
My wish is granted. He strums my clit faster and faster and I start moaning. My moans echo off the walls, and the ceiling, and inside my brain. All I hear is my own pleasure when the strumming stops and he slips a finger inside me.
“You want to know what it feels like to have a cock in your ass, Ivy?”