“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”
I lift her by her thighs and hold her body against mine, attacking her neck. Her arms wrap around me, holding on while I grind into her.
“Brix, we probably shouldn’t...” She breathes out slowly. “We probably shouldn’t do this here.”
“The fuck we shouldn’t. I’ll take you when and where I want to.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, tilting her head back giving me better access to her. She doesn’t need to know I may have slipped him a twenty for a few extra minutes in here alone.
I guess you can say I had a feeling I was going to want her by the time we were done.
Pulling back from her neck, her mouth crashes down on mine, our tongues tangle together, my dick grinding against her heat. I’ve never been more turned on from kissing someone as I am with her.
Her hands frame my face, nails digging into the skin of my scalp.
Lowering her to her feet, I turn her, so her back is pressed against my chest. She pushes her ass out toward me, rubbing the curve against my aching cock.
“You’re trying to kill me right now, aren’t you?”
She moans in response, loud enough for me to hear over the sound of Shinedown blaring through the speakers.
My fingers find the button of her shorts, popping them open as I slide my hand into the front, desperately seeking her warmth.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear when I find she’s still not wearing any panties.
“Brix.” She moans my name, pushing her pussy into my hand.
I sink my finger further into her wet heat, first one finger before adding another. Twisting my other hand into her hair, I pull her head back until it’s resting on my shoulder, leaving kisses along her neck down to her shoulder.
“That feel good, baby?”
She nods subtly. “I want to hear your words,” I command.
“Ye-yes. So fucking good.”
“Mm.”
The palm of my hand pressed against her clit gives enough friction as she rides out her orgasm. Her pussy spasms around me while I nip at the skin along her neck.
Her arm reaches up, pulling me in to kiss her. Holding my fingers out in front of her, I nod my head for her to open her mouth as she holds my hand in hers, dragging my fingers over her tongue.
If I wasn’t damn near coming in my pants before, feeling my fingers in the back of her throat has me on the brink.
“If you keep that shit up, I’m going to pull your pants down and fuck you right here.”
Ivy’s eyes connect with mine. The look in her stare is tempting me to do it, not caring who could see us. I’ve done my best to shield her from prying eyes, but I can’t promise no one would see us if that were to happen.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, I slip it out and check the screen. I don’t recognize the number right away; it takes a second for me to realize it’s likely someone from Newhaven.
“I gotta take this.” Stepping back away from Ivy.
“Hello?”
“Yes, hi. Is this Brix Ward?”
“Yes.”
“Hi, I’m Clint from Newhaven. I’m the director here, we spoke earlier this week about your mother.”