Page 51 of Worth the Rush
“Never. I won’t ever have enough of the feel of you and this mouth. I have so many ideas for this bratty mouth.” She squeezes my fingers in response. “Would you like that, princess? Do you want my dick to fill you up again?”
“Alder!” she moans, and I am treated to the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life. Ivy doing anything is sexy as hell to me, but she’s just come undone at my hand, and I feel like I could die right now, and having seen this would make life complete.
“That’s good, princess. We’re not done though.” I can’t stop kissing down her body. I kneel on the floor in front of her and stop when I’m hovering over her clit. I spread her with my fingers and watch her face when I lick her. “You taste so good, Ivy. The best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“You don’t…you don’t have to do that. I don’t get off that way.” I’m shocked by her admission.
“Ivy, if you’ve never come from someone’s mouth on this pretty fucking pussy then I’m all too happy to be the first. I’ve been dying to taste you since that first night. It was on the list. Now lay back,” I order, and she listens for once in her life. I lick and suck on her until she’s moaning and screaming things that I’m not even sure make sense, but I don’t stop until she starts chanting that she’s going to come over and over, and even then, I lick her through it.
“Oh my god, Alder.” She gasps, and I stand and take my pants off, letting my dick spring free. “Holy shit.” Her eyes are wide as she takes me in. I’m not insecure about my body, but knowing she likes what she sees has me feeling ten feet tall. I grip myself and stroke from the base to the tip. “I didn’t spend enough time taking you all in that first night,” she comments.
“We have time now. As much as you want. Now, sit back on the bed. I’m going to give you another orgasm or two.”
“I don’t think I can have another one.”
“Yes, you can, Ivy. And you will. I’m going to bury myself inside you and fuck you until you’re screaming my name and coming on my dick.” When I look down at her, she gives me a lazy nod.
“I want to be on top though,” she replies, crawling to stand next to me.Who the hell am I to ruin her fun?She grabs my biceps and turns me, gently pushing me back and laying medown on the bed. Then she’s climbing over me but not touching me.
“I need your hands on me. Right fucking now,” I tell her, and she grins.
“Then beg for me, Lover Boy.”
I don’t even give it a second thought before I start, “Please, Ivy. Touch me. Ride me. Put me out of my misery here.” And she does. She sits up over me and positions my dick at her entrance.
“Is this what you want, Alder? Do you want your dick inside me?”
“Please, princess,” I beg.
“Because you asked so nicely.” The words leave her as she sinks onto me. I groan, barely holding it together. Then she starts to move. “Grab my hips, Alder. Help me fuck you how you want me to.” My hands are on her body in an instant, and she leans back onto my knees. The windows in my bedroom are casting her in moonlight. She looks like a fucking goddess. Like an angel sent to earth just for me alone. She looks likemine.
I lift her up and down and buck my hips up into her.
“Touch yourself, Ivy. I need you there with me, baby.” She slides her hand between us, and I see her fingers work. “Fuckkk, that’s good, princess.” She’s making sounds that drive me closer and closer to my end, and then I feel her come around me as she screams. I call her name as I come, and she collapses onto my chest. We’re both slick with sweat, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her hair. I grab her head and lift it to kiss her.
“Please tell me that was as good for you as it was for me.”
She sits back a little, smooths my hair back off my forehead, and presses her lips together, giving me a tightsmile. “We’ll work on it,” she says with a couple of taps to my chest. Howling laughter comes out of me. I shake us both with it. “It’s fine, Alder. I’m not upset, and you can practice. I can give you tutorials.” She keeps going until I flip her onto her back. I look into her jade eyes that sparkle with mischief. I’m falling for this woman. Hard.
Istare at the email on my phone I just received from my P.I. My last run-in with Ivy’s ex-husband and the bad feeling that I have about him visiting here convinced me to have my guy look into him. It turns out, he’s really struggling financially or at least he’s going to be very soon. The IRS doesn't give second chances when it comes to fraud. I respond with the go ahead for him to file the report. The bastard deserves everything that’s coming to him.
After finding out the information I did on Noah, I decided to check into my business partner as well. Sullivan Rutherford runs a tight ship but bringing Noah on board his company was a glaring error on his part. One I’m planning to use as leverage to make sure The Edgemont belongs solely to me.
I look over at the woman who’s still asleep in my bed, and my chest squeezes. Everything she had to go through at the hands of the men in her life. It’s no wonder she doesn’t trust easily or let anyone take care of her. I send my offer to Sullivan Rutherford. I know he’ll accept, but I’d like to know his answersoon. I’d like to be able to present an alternative to Ivy leaving as soon as possible. I feel like maybe coming clean about my job title regarding the lodge will be softened by having a romantic gesture in my back pocket. Her leaving isn’t going to work for me. Telling her everything now is probably what I should be doing, but I don’t want to bring this up to her until I have a solution.
I leave my spot on the chair in the corner of my room and walk into the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot. I start slicing oranges. I’m set on making these orange peel candies that Ivy loves, even though I think she should be finding a better snack to keep on hand for low blood sugar. I cut the peels off, throw them in the boiling pot on the stove, and gather the rest of my ingredients. I looked up how to make them last night after Ivy fell asleep. She mentioned her stock was running low, and I want to make sure she doesn’t run out. The peels need to simmer for ten minutes, so I decide to get some fresh air with my cup of coffee.
After turning off the stove, I walk out onto the deck and take in the winter scene before me. I think today may be a good day for another lesson. She’s getting the hang of it, and next week, I would like to take her on a blue trail just to see how she does. I’m really happy that she seemed to enjoy our last lesson. These early mornings together are something I want to keep sharing with her.
I’m lost in thought when I feel slender arms circle my waist, followed by a warm, citrusy scent. “Morning, beautiful.” She hums behind me at my greeting.
“If you were actually looking at me right now, you might change your mind,” she grumbles into my back.
I turn and tuck her under my arm, bringing her in front ofme to see she’s in an old T-shirt of mine. I like that; I really like the sight of her wrapped in me. I kiss her head and then her temple, her cheeks, her lips until I feel her smile. This is how I want every morning to be from now on. This is what's been missing.She’swhat’s been missing.
“You’re stunning, Ivy.” She blushes at my compliment.
“It’s actually not fair that you look so good this early in the morning, Search and Rescue.” I chuckle at her use of nickname this morning and pull her into me.
