“Hello?” He sounds so fucking good. “Ivy? Did you just moan into the phone? Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know,” I huff, “you tell me.”
“Is it about work?” He asks and I roll my eyes. He’s been working with my dad the last few days.
“Why haven’t you called? Did you finally work me out of your system?”
“Are you drunk?” He asks.
“Are you horny?” I counter in what I hope is my sexy voice.
He’s silent and I all of a sudden feel ridiculous. “Nevermind.”
“No wait.” He takes a deep breath, “I’ve wanted to call but what is there to talk about? I can’t just fuck you all the time and leave.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because it’s wrong.” He snorts.
“It’s only wrong if I don’t want it. I’m not relationship material, Neil.” I whine. “Can you just come get me and fuck me please?”
“Where are you?” His voice drops and I clench my thighs to stave off the sudden arousal.
“Pat’s house.”
“I need an address, Ivy.” He sounds just as impatient as me now.
I give him the address and then attempt to text Carmelo what I’m doing, he can get himself home fine.
Neil takes less than ten minutes to turn onto the street and as soon as I’m in the car, I have my arms around his neck and my lips fused to his.
“Get us somewhere private.” I say just before sticking my tongue down his throat.
“Holy fuck,” he groans and adjusts himself in his track pants.
And now I’m fixated, I reach out, and rub my hand along his hard length.
“Ivy, I’m trying to drive… oh fuck.” He groans as I pull him out and lean forward in his lap.
I’ve been wondering what Neil tastes like and I didn’t get the chance to find out the last two times. I lick the tip of his wide head and we both moan at the contact. His skin is smooth and he tastes a bit salty.
I slacken my jaw and slurp him into my mouth, sucking on him like he’s a melting popsicle. I let my saliva run down his length and then I suck the tip as my hand works his shaft. I get a good rhythm going of sucking him in tandem with stroking him and I feel him suddenly swerve off the road, cutting the ignition.
He pulls my head off of him and yanks me over into his lap, thankfully I’m wearing a skirt. His fingers slip inside my skirt and he yanks my thong aside, claiming my mouth in a possessive kiss.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call, I’m a jerk.” He says against my lips. “I missed this pussy.”
Then he’s pulling my core down over his cock and we both moan at the feeling of him filling me. His skin feels so smooth and he slips in my wet pussy, as I grind into him.
“Shit,” he pushes up inside me. “We need a condom.”
“It feels so good, though.” I whine and lift myself up, slamming back down.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I lock my mouth back onto his and continue riding him, my juices making each movement loud inside the car.
“I’m so wet.” I say as I bring my fingers to my clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves.
“You’re soaking my fucking cock.” He angles his hips up and grabs my waist in his hands. “Hang on.” His grin is devastating as he begins to furiously pump up into me.
“I’m coming.” I moan as I feel my pussy tighten and the warmth pool in my belly.
“Come all over me.” He thrusts up into me harder.
I toss my head back and scream his name as my pussy convulses around his thick length. His thrusts become shallow and then he slams me down onto him, groaning my name as he cums inside of me.
I slowly grind on his cock, riding out the aftershocks of my release, and enjoying the small noises he’s making.
“Is it okay that I came in you?” he asks.
“Yes, please.” I fall back over into the passenger seat.
“I think you need your bed and some aspirin.” He chuckles.
“Yes, please.” I repeat, exhaustion coming over me.
I ask Neil to drop me at the gate to avoid questions and head up my driveway. I’m so fucking satisfied right now, I’m practically purring.
I get in the house and hear the TV on in the family room.
“Ivy?” Dad calls out.
“Yeah.” Do I sound drunk?
“You good?”
“Just gonna go to bed.” I call back and rush up the stairs. “Night!”
I get inside my room and shut the door, exhaling with relief that no one came to check on me, I’m not really wanting to hear a lecture about drinking. I crawl into my bed and moan as the soft blankets envelop me in their warmth.
My cell phone begins to ring and I smile as I swipe to answer it, “miss me already?”
“Excruciatingly so.”
My body slams forward at his voice and I automatically begin to tremble, “Dean.”
“I’ve been texting you, are you avoiding me?” His voice is level but I know him well enough to know he’s been drinking.
“Why are you sending me those things?” I ask him. “I haven’t told anyone.”
“It’s hard to believe because your uncle is on my ass and I know he knows the Black Slaughter.”
“My uncle?” I shake my head, “Black Slaughter?”
“Your Uncle Trent here in New York. He paid me a visit a few weeks ago.”
“I haven’t told anyone anything.” My voice is trembling and I feel a tear slip down my cheek. “I just want you to go away.”
“I reformed you, made you into the perfect little obedient student.” He chuckles and the sound sends waves of nausea through me. “Did I not?”
“Yes, you did.” I begin to cry. “I didn’t tell anyone.”
“I believe you.” He croons into the phone.
“You do?”
“Of course, but I need you to prove it.” He says.
“How?”
“Call your uncle off, tell him I am an upstanding citizen and you flourished under my teachings. It’s not a lie exactly, is it?”
“No Dean,” I comply. “It’s not a lie.”
“I expect him to disappear by
