Chapter 102: Look at me when you cum

Ivy’s pov

His kiss seared and drove me insane. His mouth moved against mine fiercely, hungrily and I surrendered completely, a soft whimper escaping my throat as I melted against him.

"Mhmmm," His hand in my hair tightened, a firm, possessive grip that sent a jolt straight to my pussy.

My thighs clamped tightly. His other hand pushed me against him so tightly against him I could feel the hard, steady beat of his heart against my tits.

The anger, the fear, the adrenaline of the last hour all dissolved, replaced by the overwhelming need for him.

After what felt like an eternity, he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. We were both breathing heavily, the air thick with need.

"I thought... I thought you were going to fire me."

"My brothers would skin me alive," he murmured, his voice a husky caress. "That’s how mad you drive them, little wildfire."

My eyes widened. "And... what about... you?"

His gaze was intense, burning into me with a heat that made my toes curl.

"You tell me. I’m in my study, with you on my lap, unable to keep my hands off you. What does that tell you?"

A deep, fiery blush spread across my cheeks, and I ducked my head, but he was having none of it. He tilted my chin up with his thumb, his eyes softening as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss right on the heated skin of my blush.

"Don’t hide from me," he commanded gently, before capturing my lips again.

This kiss was slower, deeper. His hand left my hair and traveled down my side, his long fingers tracing the curve of my hip before moving to my thigh. He pushed my legs apart, his hand resting high on my inner thigh.

"Keep your legs apart for me," he ordered, his voice a low murmur against my lips. "Don’t close them."

"Yes sir,"

He gave a low groan of approval as my body obeyed instantly, a thrill shooting through me at his command. His hand roamed, exploring every curve, every dip of my body through the thin fabric of my uniform.

It felt like he was mapping me, memorizing me. How could his touch be both soothing and electrifying? How could he be terrifying yet exciting at the same time?

"You have no idea what you do to me," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "I’ve been hard on you since the moment I saw you in that club, thinking I didn’t know who you were. And now... to have you here, in my lap, so brave, so defiant..." His fingers hooked into the side of my panties, tugging the flimsy fabric aside.

The cool air of the study kissed my heated skin for only a second before his fingers found me, slick, swollen, already aching for him.

I gasped as his fingers teased the slick, sensitive folds of my pussy, brushing over them so lightly it was maddening.

He mapped every soft inch of my cunt, circling the entrance without entering, dragging the pad of his forefinger up to my clit and then away again.

My hips bucked up and arched helplessly against his hand, silently begging.

"Stay still," He ordered and I croaked out a weak "Yes sir,"

He tapped on my clit, flicking it with his fingers and my mind went freaking blank. I shuddered, the desire so intense it bordered on pain, rolling through me in waves.

"Deon, please...please sir, don’t tease me,"

He hummed against my mouth and one long finger finally slid inside me, slow and deep.

I almost came undone right there. He didn’t thrust yet and just waited with his fingers against my walls.

Then he began to move, agonizingly slow, a rhythm that had to be designed to drive me insane. He curled that finger, finding the spot that made stars burst behind my eyes, and stroked it ruthlessly.

I whimpered, thighs trembling around his hand. He added a second finger, stretching me wider, filling me more. His thumb found my clit and began to circle in that tight, perfect pressure that had white hot pleasure licking up my spine. My brain turned to freaking mush.

"Your body opens up for me the second I touch you," His fingers crooked again, dragging over that sensitive place inside me until my breath snagged. "Fuck, how can you be so perfect."

I was lost. My body writhed on his lap, hands clutching at his shoulders as he drove me higher towards the edge.

He groaned softly, rolling his hips under mine, bucking the thick tent in his pants against my ass. His free hand stayed firm on my hip, holding me open, keeping my legs spread exactly as he had. ordered.

"Look at me," he breathed, eyes locked on my face.

"Taking my fingers so well. So fucking responsive. I can feel you clenching every time I curl them." He pressed harder against that spot, thumb rubbing my clit and my eyes rolled in their sockets.

"You’re going to cum for me like this, can you do that, Ivy? For me,"

"Yes, anything," I cried, the tension coiling low and vicious in my belly, tighter with every stroke.

My hips rolled helplessly against his palm. Sweat dampened the small of my back. I was delirious, every nerve lit, every breath tending into a sob, every coherent thought burned away until there was only the slick sound of his fingers pumping into my pussy.

His fingers thrust deeper, faster now, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet study. "You’re so close I can feel it. Your pussy’s fluttering around my fingers."

I was lost. I was like a ship caught in a hurricane, and he was the storm. My body writhed on his lap, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he drove me higher and higher, his murmured commands and filthy praise washing over me.

"That’s it, take it. So responsive. So fucking perfect for me."

"Deon... oh god, I’m cumming,"

"Look at me," He hissed. "Look at me when you cum. Fuck, good girl,"

Yeah the coil snapped. A ragged sob tore from my lips as my orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of intense, shuddering pleasure. I collapsed against him, boneless and trembling, my face buried in the crook of his neck.

Gideon shuddered with me, his own breath coming in harsh pants as he rocked his boner against my ass, dry humping me,

"Ivy," It was the first time I heard his thick voice call my name so raw like that.

He reached between us to yank down his zipper when the door to the study flew open.

"Oh my gosh, Giddy! This is why you haven’t called me?!" A shrill, shrieking voice, cut through the haze stopping him in his tracks.