Chapter 64: Ride me, little red riding hood

Ivy’s pov

I flew off him, scrambling back so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. Annoyance warred with a dizzying wave of arousal that made my head spin even more.

"Really?" I snapped, my hands on my hips. "You’re jerking off?"

Kai just shrugged, a lazy, unrepentant grin on his face. He didn’t even bother to cover himself. "There’s not much to do when you’re confined to this room, little Ivy. And I’d rather you ride my cock than my own hand."

I scoffed; my voice was too high-pitched and shaky, but it was all his fault! "No one is confining you! You can still walk around."

"Ro and Gid would have a fucking heart attack," he said, his voice dropping. "But that’s beside the point." With his good hand, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged them down.

His cock sprang free, hard and erect and beautiful. It was thick and long, the head flushed a deep, angry red, a single bead of glistening precum already leaking from the slit. It jutted from a nest of blonde curls, a perfect, demanding specimen of masculinity.

My breath hitched. My body responded instantly, a deep, pulling ache starting low in my belly. But then the guilt and the ugly, corrosive truth slammed into me. He was only in this bed because he had been shot.

And his best friend, the man he trusted, had sent the assassin.

I was hiding that from him. I was just like Milo, a snake in his house, lying to his face while my body betrayed me with want.

My face felt hot, blotchy, and red. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, my chest, my neck.

Kai’s smirk faded, his hazel eyes narrowing as he really looked at me. "What’s wrong with you?" he asked, his voice losing its teasing edge. He noticed my blotchy skin, the raw, pinkish tinge to my cheeks from where I had scrubbed them in the bathroom.

"You look like you’ve been sandpapered."

Before I could answer, he shot out a hand, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. He tugged, and I lost my balance, falling onto the bed beside him.

The mattress dipped, and the scent of dark amber, vanilla bourbon, and black coffee enveloped me.

"What is it?" he pressed, his voice growing raspier, genuinely concerned.

"Nothing," I mumbled, trying to pull away. "You should eat. Your food is getting cold."

He shrugged, a gesture that was both infuriating and boyish. "I can’t. I’m handicapped."

I shot him an incredulous look. "You’re kidding."

He looked pointedly at his arm, snug in its sling, then down at his free hand, which was now slowly, deliberately stroking his thick, hard shaft. "See? Indisposed."

"You can’t seriously believe I’d fall for that," I said, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and unwanted desire that was pooling through my veins. Jesus Christ, have some fucking self-control, Ivy-

"I’ll just ask Gideon to fire you then."

My jaw dropped. "Are you threatening me with my job?!"

"It’s a game we play, little Ivy," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

"You know you want me, but I always have to hang a sword of Damocles over your head to make you accept it. It’s our little game, and it’s alright, babygirl. I’ll be the big bad wolf..." He tapped his muscular thigh, winking at me.

"...and you be my Little Red Riding Hood. And ride me."

A deep blush spread across my face. "No," I hissed firmly, even as my pussy clenched, a slick, wet heat flooding my panties.

"I’ll feed you. But I am certainly not riding you."

He just gazed at me with that knowing smirk, as if he knew my no was just a temporary delay.

I scrambled off the bed, my heart hammering, and uncovered the tray. It was a simple bowl of warm porridge with strawberries scattered across it.

I picked up the spoon, my hand trembling slightly, and scooped up a small amount. I stood by the bed, trying to maintain a safe distance between us, and brought the spoon to his lips.

He opened his mouth, but instead of taking the food, he flicked his tongue out and licked the porridge off the spoon in a slow, deliberate swirl. His eyes never left mine.

"Mmm," he moaned like some stripper. "Tastes even better with your hand on the spoon."

"That makes no sense," I groaned. "And can you please be serious?!"

I tried to keep my expression neutral, feeding him another spoonful. This time, he took it, but as I pulled the spoon back, a small dollop of warm, creamy porridge dripped off, landing on the front of my dress, right under my left breast.

Before I could even react, he surged forward. His face was so close I could feel the heat from his skin.

He leaned down, and I watched, frozen, as his tongue snaked out to lick the spot clean. His tongue was hot and wet against the fabric, and he lapped at it slowly, thoroughly.

Then he moved up, his tongue tracing a path over the sensitive peak of my nipple through the thin material of my dress.

The spoon dropped from my numb fingers, clattering onto the tray. A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through me, so intense it made my knees weak.

My nipple pebbled into a tight, aching point, straining against the fabric. My pussy throbbed, a fresh wave of wetness soaking my thighs. I fought back a moan, my body quivering, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.

"Kai," I whimpered in weak protest.

He ignored me, his free hand coming up to my back. I heard the rasp of a zipper, and then he was yanking it down, impatiently.

He pushed the dress off my shoulders, and the fabric pooled around my waist. He popped my bra open, exposing my bare breasts to the cool air.

"Much better," he growled, his eyes feasting on me.

"Fucking perfect." He scooped up a dollop of the warm porridge from the bowl and dumped it right onto my chest, between my tits.

I squealed at the shocking warmth, but he was already there. He pushed my breasts together, squishing them around the creamy mess, and then he lowered his head, sucking and licking the food off my skin.

He was messy, obscene, slurping as he feasted on me. His tongue was everywhere, lapping at my sensitive flesh, his teeth grazing my nipples.

At the same time, he grabbed my hand, pulling it down and wrapping it around his rock-hard cock.

"See how hard I am for you?" he rasped against my skin. "See how ready? This is what you do to me, little Ivy. This is all for you."

His cock was hot and heavy in my hand, pulsing with life. I was lost. I was wrecked. The lines between anger, guilt, and searing, desperate lust had completely blurred.

"Say you’ll ride me, little Ivy," He hummed, slapping my tits lightly before pushing them up and slurping over them.

"Fuck baby, squeeze that cock a little more, yesss,"

My teeth tugged at my bottom lip as I realized I was stroking his cock all on my own; he wasn’t guiding me with his hand anymore.

"Say it, you know you fucking want to," He growled, biting hard on my nipple.

"Yes! Oh god, Kai, stop that. I said yes already."

He let me go, and I pushed my skirt up around my hips, my movements clumsy and desperate. I climbed onto the bed, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him, gazing down at the triumphant, hungry look in his eyes, and I knew I was completely and utterly lost.