“Does that feel good?”
She nods as she throws her head back, opening her legs wider for me as I enter her slowly. Just the head at first, before pulling all the way out and then taking her hard and fast.
Moving both of her thighs over my shoulders, I bend her body back as I fuck her. We move like that, chasing our orgasms before she slides her legs down around my waist.
Pinning her down between my arms, I press a deep kiss against her lips. I don’t know what it is about this kiss, but it feels different. It doesn’t feel like it’s just Brix and Ivy; now it’s like there’s something more there. Something deeper.
My movements slow, as her fingers dig into my lower back, holding me to her as I thrust in and out. Easing up, I peer down at her, her eyes bright as she stares up at me.
“I love you, Ivy,” I murmur, with every ounce of love left in me.
Unshed tears fill her eyes as she grabs my neck, pulling me in close to her again.
“I want you to cum with me.”
Ivy’s hand slides down between us, her fingers moving with urgency as she brushes over her swollen bud down her pussy lips to wrap around my dick then back up again. Each time she brushes over her clit, her grip on my dick tightens.
“Oh, God, baby.”
“I’m coming,” she moans, her walls and legs both tighten around me. Thrusting deep once more, I collapse next to her, pulling her with me to press her back against my chest. Every ounce of energy I have drains out of me.
I don’t even remember falling asleep, exhaustion sinking in and swallowing me whole. A little while later, I jostle, expecting to find Ivy with her body melded against mine.
Lifting my head off the pillow, I look around for any sign of her, my arm reaching out to pat the empty bed next to me.
“Ivy?” I yell out.
The music and the lights overhead are both off now, enveloping the room in silence and darkness.
Swinging my legs over the side of the mattress, I feel around for my pants near the chair and pull on my briefs. I check the bathroom first, expecting to find her there, but when the light is off, a knot in my stomach coils.
“Ivy?” I shout.
Pushing the door open to her room, I search, hoping maybe she came back in here. Her closet door is open, and I immediately notice all of her clothes that once hung there are now gone.
It takes me a second to register what I’m seeing as I flick the light on. I pull the drawers to her dresser open, looking for some missing clue as to what is going on. My eyes are frantic, looking for some sort of explanation for where she went and why all her clothes are missing.
“Ivy!” I holler, louder this time as I race into the hallway, peering over the balcony to the living room.
The only other place I would expect to see her, on the couch, is empty as well.
Turning back around to head to my room for my phone, something on her bed catches my eye. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but it looks like a note.
I nearly trip as I run toward it, panic-stricken.
Picking up the envelope, red lips cover the back over the seal. My fingers brush over the kiss as I tear it open pulling out the notecard.
Joke’s on you
What? Joke’s on me?
My knees hit the floor as the world around me spins.
She knows. She found out, and she left.
Pushing myself to my feet, I sprint down the stairs toward the front door. As I open the large, wood door, stepping out onto the stoop, I call out her name over and over.
Her car is gone.