Page 77 of Saving Ian Pope

“Keep going. Make yourself come. I wanna watch.”

At this point, Ivy didn’t need any encouragement from me. Her head fell back, hitting the window, but she didn’t seem to notice. She let out a groan, and my racing pulse had me almost panting.

A flush of heat rose through my body, and I undid my pants, peeling them open. The tip of my cock stuck out the top of my briefs, and I rubbed the bead of pre-cum around the head as I watched Ivy fall apart at the window.

She squeezed her eyes closed, and her legs trembled. “I can’t...I can’t...” she slid down the glass into a squat, her knees spread apart, her fingers still buried in her pussy. She cried out when she came, rocking forward, cupping her hand over her cunt. My cock pulsed in my grip.

Enough of this watching shit. Totally overrated. I kicked off my pants and practically stumbled in my desire to reach her. She’d fallen on her bum and closed her legs, her tits heaving with every shuddering breath she took.

I hovered over her, brushing her hair off her face. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around my cock. The sensation made my head explode but if she sucked me off, I’d be done in under a minute. I pulled out of her warm, wet mouth.

I cinched my hands around her waist and slid her body up the window. Then with one hand, I pinned her wrists over her head against the glass and kissed her parted lips as my cock skimmed her belly. With her four-inch heels, she was closer to my height, and she pressed her body against mine, skin to skin. I could still feel the heat pulsing from her cunt, and I slipped my finger inside her. She gasped and lurched against me.

I nibbled on her shoulder, peering at the lights on the river. I whispered in her ear. “Maybe someone’s watching us right now.”

Her body shivered. “Then we’d better give them a show.” She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth and murmured, “Fuck me.”

Sinking my fingers in the soft flesh of her ass, I hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I took her hard nipple into my mouth at the same time I dipped the head of my cock into her pussy. When I pulled out, she dug her fingernails into my scalp. “Stop. Teasing. Me.”

I slid into her, and she arched, bumping her head against the glass again. Her hands dropped to my shoulders, slick with sweat, and she tongued my earlobe. I moved harder and deeper, each of my strokes drawing a breathy squeak from her.

While I’d been teasing her, I’d been teasing myself, and my release coiled inside me like a feral beast. My heart thundered beneath the ivy tattoo, animating it into a living thing that burned against my chest. As I pounded her, the same feeling overcame me as it did every time I fucked her. Deeper. More. Closer. I wanted to possess her, but at the same time, I knew she’d taken control of my entire being. It didn’t matter where it started with her—playful, a base need just to fuck her and shoot my wad, or tender loving—it always ended here. With my need.

I came hard, driving her against the window as she clung to me, her teeth bared against my throat. My body heaved one last time, and I shuddered, my hunger spent and satiated.

She kissed the side of my neck, and my eyelids flew open. I said, “Your turn, baby. Do you want me to go down on you? Or I could keep going.”

“Honestly, my legs are tired. If you weren’t impaling me with your dick, I’d fall over.”

“Poor thing.” I brushed the pad of my thumb across her soft lips. “I can carry you to the bed.”

“Weakandstarving.” She dropped one leg. “You interrupted me when I was making myself a snack.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Were you thinking about food the entire time I was fucking you?”

“Only half the time.” She reached around and smacked my ass. “And now I need to take a shower.”

“You take a shower, and I’ll go into the kitchen and get you something to eat.”

Fifteen minutes later, Ivy returned wearing the same clothes she’d shed in the bedroom in her sexy striptease. I handed her a plate with some bread and cheese and as she wolfed it down, my phone rang. “It’s Jack.”

I answered, “Alright?”

“Hey, mate. How’d the session go today?”

“Went great.” I sat on the arm of the sofa, while Ivy returned from the kitchen and lifted the lid from the box. She gasped, her eyes widening as she pulled the coat free from the crinkling tissue paper.

“Brilliant, and I’ve got some good news for you. The suits have agreed to releasing that second recorded version of ‘Lost and Found’ as the lead single from the album.”

Ivy had been twirling around the room in the coat, but when she heard Jack’s news, she danced over to me and kissed me. God, I loved her.

I spoke into the phone. “That is good news. Thanks for pushing it.”

“Wasn’t much of a push. They were thrilled with it. We’re going to release it in a few weeks, get it out before Christmas, so get ready for a big promo blitz. Then we’ll go with ‘Muse’ and probably ‘Van at Greek’ before we release the album. Starting to schedule concert dates based on the buzz alone. We’ll look at how the singles perform and ticket sales for the shows in the UK before expanding. We’re back, baby.”

A sudden spasm of anxiety clutched my heart. What if the singles didn’t do well? What if nobody bought tickets to the concerts? What if the critics savaged the record? I ran my tongue around my dry mouth. I’d almost forgotten what I’d called about, but remembering amped up my apprehension even more.

Ivy sat beside me on the sofa, still wrapped in the wool cashmere coat, the sleeve soft against my arm and her lips on my neck even softer. She tickled my ear with a whisper. “Whatever happens. It’s going to be okay.”

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