Ivy backs up and scoots back up on the hood of her car, spreading her legs and making her leather skirt slide up her thighs. I see a thin scrap of black material nestled between her legs and groan when she reaches her hand under her skirt to touch herself. I’m instantly hard and completely confused. What the fuck is going on?
Her cousin steps forward, growling her name, and reaching for her, but she shrugs him off and waves him away. Then Pat steps forward and rests his hands on either side of her waist, watching her hand closely. His girlfriend is being held back by her friends as she screams at the duo. Pat looks over his shoulder at her and shrugs.
“A bet’s a bet, Riles.” He grins like the cat that got the cream, fuck, I guess he did.
He reaches inside Ivy’s skirt and pulls her panties down, I look around for anyone that may be recording. Why isn’t anyone recording?
A guy steps up to my left and looks like he's practically salivating. The sudden urge to knock his teeth down his throat overwhelms me.
"If you want it so bad, why don't you take a fucking picture?" I snarl at him.
"Are you crazy?" He looks at me with pure shock, "do you know who she is? Her family would make you disappear if something like that showed up on the net."
I fucking believe it. I always thought the Greene family was like a fucking mob and this guy just proved that I'm not the only one.
I look back in time to see Pat's head disappear between Ivy's legs and my body jerks forward of its own accord. I want to rip him out of there and smash his face into the asphalt ground. Before I can make my way to them, Ivy's fingers twist into his hair, and she yanks him away from her roughly.
"Riles," she calls out to Pat's girlfriend, keeping her eyes on Pat, and grinning from ear to ear. "Your man doesn't know how to eat pussy."
The crowd bursts out laughing and Riley stops struggling, standing still.
"I know." She replies and the crowd gasps in shock.
Pat is trying to disentangle his hair from Ivy's clutches but she's not relinquishing her hold.
"Why don't you come over here and show him how it's done?" Ivy suggests and the noise of the crowd dies on a hush.
Riley and her stilts steps forward and Pat is finally released, he whips around on a growl.
"I lost," he points a finger at his girl. "Not her."
"So?" Ivy taunts.
"Those were the terms!" He yells, "the loser gives head." It's starting to look like he lost on purpose.
"I didn't specify from whom." Ivy snarks and the crowd comes alive with laughter again.
Riley steps up to the hood of the car and Pat grabs her arm. "Let’s just go."
"I won't force you," Ivy shrugs. "I can leave here without my prize. But Pat will be banned from this night forward."
Another gasp from the crowd and Pat surges forward. Ivy doesn't even flinch as he nears her face and it's her cousin Carmelo that steps in, his neck bulging. That fucker is huge and I wouldn't fight him unless I had no fucking choice, even then I'd expect to fucking lose.
Riley shakes Pat's hand off her arm and spits at his feet, "we're fucking over."
Carmelo and this Cam dude part a path through the crowd and drag away a struggling Pat.
The crowd erupts in a chorus of ooh and aah's, just as Riley places her hands on Ivy's knees, and slowly pulls them apart. The same rush of anger comes over me and I am jarred to the spot as I realize I don't want anyone between her legs, male or female.
With her legs spread, leaning up on her elbows, Ivy watches as Riley slowly bends down towards her displayed pussy. It's possibly the prettiest pussy I have ever seen and I am overcome with jealousy towards the girl on stilts.
Just as Riley's mouth descends onto Ivy's pussy, Ivy's head tips back, and she lets out a breathless moan, causing my dick to twitch in my pants. The crowd falls to a hush again as everyone watches these girls' foreplay on the hood of the fucking car.
Ivy's hand grabs Riley's ponytail and she wraps the hair around her wrist and fist, pulling her head in closer. Riley's hands slide along the inside of Ivy's upper thighs and pushes them open wider, her tongue sinking into Ivy's core.
Riley is thorough, I'll give her that, she sucks each bit of flesh into her mouth, and then she latches onto Ivy's clit, sinking two fingers inside of her at the same time. Ivy is gyrating her hips against Riley's mouth and I watch as she lays back against the hood, moaning loudly.
The guy beside me curses and when I look over at him, he's rubbing himself through his jeans. I move away from him but I see a lot of the same and I can't fucking blame them, this shit is hot as fuck.
"Fuck." Ivy groans loudly, my attention focusing back on her and Riley.
Watching as Ivy comes apart into the mouth of another female has me both aroused and pissed off. I want her in my mouth and my hands around her throat.
"To find the value of x you would have to divide sixteen ..." Mr. O'Connor's voice is cut off by the shrill sound of the end of day bell.
Students hastily get out of their seats in a rush to get the hell out of this school and I can't fucking blame them. I, on the other hand, have detention, so I stay seated.
"I want this page finished tonight for homework." Mr. O'Connor yells at the students' retreating backs.
Then his bright blue eyes land on mine, desire is apparent, and so is frustration by the crinkle between his brows. He saunters to the door and closes it behind one lagging student.
"Ivy."
