Page 18 of Saving Ian Pope

All I knew was the minute I saw her grappling with that cardboard hunk with the flowing blond hair, I’d had an overwhelming urge to meet her, talk to her, kiss her. I couldn’t explain it, even to myself. I’d examined the feeling yesterday—I’d become an expert in examining my feelings lately—and faced the harsh reality that maybe I just wanted to fuck her.

I hadn’t lied to her. It had been a while since I’d had sex and a long while since I’d had sober sex. But as the day wore on, and we talked and spent time together, I knew my desire ran deeper than a quick smash. I hadn’t even planned to make any moves on her, but God, those lips cried out to be kissed, those tits begged to be shaped by my hands, that wild hair demanded to be tamed by my fingers.

Now I had a problem. I didn’t deserve someone like her, especially after what she’d gone through with her father. My therapist would dub her a co-dependent, someone with a scarred childhood intent on recreating that childhood and fixing it with another addict. Dr. Lyman would warn me away from someone like Ivy. But did Ivy even know about my...issues?

She didn’t seem to know that much about me beyond my days with Five2Go. But what was there beyond my boyband days to know? I hadn’t seemed able to move past them, myself, except in the most destructive and detrimental ways.

Just one more day with her. I was returning to England tomorrow. I could spend another day with her, and then go back to...what? Back to making an uninspired record with no motivation or vision behind it. Back to threats from my record label. Back to my feelings of shame around my daughter.

One more day. I brushed Ivy’s tangle of curls to the side and kissed the back of her neck.

She sighed and wriggled her bum against my cock, making it harder than it already was waking up beside her.

I curled an arm around her and rolled one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She squirmed some more. I wanted to explore every inch of her body, part by part. I wanted to find all her hot spots and tease them just to watch the ecstasy play across her face.

Reaching back, she hit me in the nose before she found the top of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. She murmured something indistinguishable, but it didn’t sound like no.

I pulled away from her for a second to grab the condoms I’d thrown onto the nightstand. I didn’t need them—clean and sober in rehab meantcleanand sober, abstinence from everything. Last night had been the first time I’d had sex in about six months, not that I was keeping track. And not that I'd expected her to believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me.

When I rolled back toward her placing my hand on her hip, she scooted away from me, almost to the edge of the bed. I bit my lip. Maybe she’d fully awakened and changed her mind. Maybe she regretted last night.

Closing my eyes, I took a shaky breath through my nose. Would be tough to come down from my arousal, but she’d probably thought twice about getting involved with me any further. I couldn’t blame her there. I could knock one out in the shower.

Then she put her hand on mine and pulled my arm around her waist. She sighed. “I can’t help myself. I want you so badly.”

I didn’t want any misunderstandings, so I asked, “Is that a green light?”

“All systems ready for takeoff, baby.”

I smiled against her back. She said the craziest things sometimes, but she’d called mebabyand anypart of my hard-on I’d lost came roaring back. She also hadn’t turned around, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make her come.

My hand skimmed down her belly to her smooth pussy, and I slipped my finger inside her foof, already wet and warm. She uttered a perfect little cry and closed around me. With the pad of my thumb, I stroked her clit, and she rocked against my dick with a soft moan.

Replacing my finger with my cock, I entered her from behind, stroking the same rhythm as my thumb. Her legs trembled, and she curled her toes against my shin. In a jerky movement, she pushed back on me, and then she lunged forward and froze, as if suspended. When she crashed, she slammed her bum against my pelvis and came unraveled.

Her orgasm brought me to my own brink, but as I pumped her from behind, I felt a sense of frustration. This feeling had come over me last night, too, the sense that I had to get closer to her, deeper.

I eased her onto her stomach, while she was still writhing from her climax. When I fully entered her, she grabbed the headboard with both hands, her knuckles turning white. I needed to go deeper now, now. “Now.”

Every muscle in my body seized, and then I shattered. My release washed over me, and my arms, braced on either side of Ivy, shook. I felt as if I’d transferred every bit of my power into her, and I collapsed on top of her, too weak to move.

My thundering heart pounded against her back, and her delicate frame trembled beneath me, my hot breath stirring her hair. Our sweat mingled, making us one, and I felt our connection with every fiber of my being.

As my cock twitched inside her, and a sucked her earlobe between my lips, Ivy let out a little squeak. “You’re squishing me.”

I flipped onto my back and patted her nice, round bottom. “Sorry, baby. Good morning.”

Still gripping the headboard, she turned her face toward me, her hair covering one eye. “That was the best wake-up call I’ve ever gotten. Can I turn you into an alarm clock and keep you next to my bed? Instead of hands on a clock, it can have cocks on a clock. Get it?”

Her whole body shook at her ridiculous joke, and she actually snorted into her pillow.

“You are silly.” I ran over the knots in her spine with my knuckle. “I just thoroughly fucked you, and you’re making dumb jokes.”

“C’mon. That was funny.”

As she rolled over onto her side, I disposed of the condom on a coaster on the nightstand. Better than tossing it onto the floor.

I lay back beside her, and she pressed her body against me, entwining her leg around mine. She dabbled her fingers on my chest and planted kisses on my shoulder as I buried my hand in her wild hair, massaging her scalp with my fingertips.

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