Page 65 of Sack

They were in the tub. Ivy sat sideways on the bench seat, resting in the crook of Colt’s arm. The jets were at full power, and one was aimed at the low of his back. That and the hot water were working to soothe his aches from the game.

“A man could get used to this, too. Maybe I should consider getting one for the house.”

She tipped her head back to look up at him. “I would think you would already have one.”

“I have access to one at work.” He shrugged. “Never needed one.”

“And now you do?”

“Now I have someone to share it with.”

Ivy set her glass down on the rim of the tub, got up on her knees, then straddled him. Her hands landed on his shoulders, his cupped her ass. “Is the traditional celebration over? Can we start on the nontraditional one now?”

He squeezed her ass as she rubbed herself along his dick. “I’m not going to argue with a great idea.” He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Ivy’s pussy sliding up and down his cock. “Don’t stop until you make yourself come.”

“I don’t want to come yet,” she objected but didn’t stop what she was doing.

“Don’t worry, we have the whole night ahead of us.” He spread her ass cheeks, dipped a finger in the crack, and played.

“Oh.”

He smiled. She liked that.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders as she picked up speed. He pressed his finger a little deeper and she went wild, sliding and grinding on his dick. He heard her moan, and he opened his eyes to see her tits bouncing. He leaned his head forward and captured a nipple, sucking hard.

Her body spasmed and her movements grew jerky until she collapsed against his chest face-planting his neck. One hand still planted on her ass, the other moved up her back in a soothing caress.

It took less than a minute for her to recover, and she lifted her head to smile at him. “Your turn.” Her hand coasted over his chest and abs, grabbing his cock and giving it a stroke. “But I say we move this celebration to the bed. Not sure how well I can hold my breath under water.”

Another great idea he wouldn’t argue. Wrapping his arms around her, he stood and turned to set her on the outside step. “Don’t move.” He reached behind him and grabbed a towel off the shelf. Then he slowly dried every inch of her before stepping out himself and wrapping the towel around his waist.

He bent over and picked up her glass. “You want to finish this?”

She shook her head. “Any more and it will just make me sleepy.”

Something Colt didn’t want. He tipped the glass back and swallowed the last swig before taking Ivy’s hand. He led her to the bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed but stopped him from following her down. “I said,” she tugged the towel and it fell to the floor. “It’s your turn.” She placed her hands on his hips and temptingly spread her legs.

Ever accommodating, he stepped between them.

She moved a hand to the base of his cock then her lips found its tip and sucked, taking him to the back of her throat. He groaned, spearing his fingers through her hair.

Ivy gave great head, and he took advantage of that any chance he got.

She worked him, her cheeks hollowing as his dick was swallowed by her mouth. She used her tongue, pressing it along his length, hitting some magical spot time and time again. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

He tightened his fingers in her hair and lightly pulled, giving her the cue to back off. She didn’t listen. Her free hand moved from his hip to his ass, holding him to her as she doubled her efforts.

It wasn’t long before he was shooting his load. She held on swallowing.

And he watched it all.

Watching Ivy suck his cock was almost as good as experiencing it.

He untangled his fingers from her hair. “Stay put but lie back.”

He waited until she did as asked, then turned to head out the door.

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