Page 50 of Worth the Rush
“Okay, action hero. I’ll lock the door.”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, Alder.” My voice is reflective of a scolded teen. “I promise.”
“Thank you, and about tomorrow?” I look at him expectantly. “Wear that purple ski suit. I want to see you in it, and if you’re good—I want to take it off you.” He winks and turns to leave, giving me an excellent view of his ass in those suit pants. I don’t think anyone's ass has ever looked so good in suit pants. I bite my lip and shut my door, ready to strip out of my dress and take a bath but remember my promise and that Alder cares for me and my safety. It invades my senses and leaves this giddy feeling centered in my chest.
Smiling, I lock the deadbolt into place.
Today’s snowboarding lesson was more fun than our last one. Ivy knew how to stand on the board today, and she even made it down a green trail with zero injuries and only a few falls. I got to see her experience the gondola for the first time. She looked downright giddy, watching the sun come up from inside it. It was also more fun because I got to touch her. Almost constantly, all day. Positioning her hips and her arms. Helping her get started, helping her up. Not once did she complain. In fact, it felt like she may have been playing up her incoordination a bit just to get me closer to her. She looks so fucking cute in the purple suit. When we got to my place, she changed and had a shower before borrowing some old sweats of mine and a cut-off tee.
You know these T-shirts really do it for me, Lover Boy. She told me, and she took it and the sweats into my bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. Now she’s lying on my couch, in my home, and I’m rubbing her sore legs. Her incredibly long and tempting legs.
“Mmm, that feels good.” She moans for the fifth time since she requested I give her legs a massage. Saying I was willing would be an understatement. I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life, but touching Ivy may be the first.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
“Doing what?” She feigns innocence.
“So you know exactly what you’re doing,” I confirm. “Do you remember what I told you last night, Ivy?” I knead her calves with my hands while I speak.
“I do. You said you didn’t want to sleep with me and that it would be better if we were just friends,” she tells me as she ticks them off on her fingers. “You said you found me unattractive and dimwitted.” She ticks another perfectly manicured green fingernail. “I did find that offensive.” Laughter breaks free from my chest.
“That’s what you got from last night? It’s a wonder you agreed to spend time with me today. I’m baffled you’re here on my couch with your legs in my lap, moaning.”
“Well…” she starts and then sighs. “If things had gone my way, I would be moaning for a different reason altogether.” She pouts.
“Is that so?” When I look over at her, she nods sadly. I grab her around the waist and pull her onto me. She lets out a little gasp at the action, but it turns into a giggle.
“I love that sound,” I whisper.
“You told me that before.”
“That’s because I meant it.” Lifting her up by her hips, I position her legs so she’s now straddling me. I let my hands rest at the tops of her thighs, my thumbs dipping lower. Her arms rest on my shoulders, and her breath hitches when I give her a squeeze. “I thought I made sure you didn’t take any bad spillstoday, no hits to the head, but I’m worried because you’re having trouble with your memory,” I say, sliding my hands up her thighs to her waist. The tips of my fingers just brush her ribcage. “I told you that if you were good, good things would happen,” I remind her.
She grinds herself down on me, and I’m already harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Just the feel of her on top of me has me about to come in my pants. I look up at the wicked grin she’s wearing. She fucking knows it. She slides her forearms over my shoulders and leans onto her elbows. Bringing her face close to mine so we’re cheek to cheek, she whispers into my ear, “What if I want to be bad tonight?”
“Fuck, Ivy,” I murmur into her neck and close my eyes, trying to regain some control. I know she wants to be the one in charge, and if that’s what she wants tonight, then that’s what she’ll get. I have no intention of doing anything she doesn’t want me to. She slides back on my lap in an excruciatingly sexy way. She pulls my too-big shirt over her head, and her hair that’s still damp falls down her back, giving me a perfect view of her tits. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper and run my hands up the sides of her waist. I pull her forward, and she arches into me. I suck a peaked nipple into my mouth, and she moans against me. The sound is almost too much for me. “If you keep making noises like that, I’m going to take you on this couch.”
“Then have me on the couch,” she sasses.
“No, Ivy. I want you in my bed tonight. Where you belong. Do you understand?” When I take her in, she’s nodding back at me.
“Words, princess.”
“Yes, Alder. Take me to bed.” She doesn’t have to tell metwice. I stand, lifting her with me, and walk us into my bedroom. Laying her gently on the edge of the bed, I finally bring my mouth to hers and kiss her until we’re both panting. I slide my hand under the band of her borrowed sweatpants and find her drenched.
“Oh, Ivy. You’re fucking weeping. Is this mess all for me?”
“Yes,” she mutters, chasing my hand.
“How long has your pussy been this desperate for me?” I murmur against her lips while I drag my fingers through her slick heat. She writhes under me. My finger slips in, and then I bring it up to her clit, rubbing slow circles. She jerks. “Are you sensitive, princess?” She nods. “Words.” I press her, giving her pussy a gentle pat.
She bucks into me. “Yes. I’m wet, and I’m sensitive. Keep touching me.” She gets out between pants.
“I wouldn’t dream of stopping,” I tell her, rubbing her clit with my thumb and curling two fingers deep inside her. “Are you going to be good and come on my hand before you come on my tongue, Ivy?”
“Yes!” she screams, and I feel her start to spasm around me. “Don’t stop, please,” she begs.
