Page 46 of Ivy's Venom

“That’s right.” He leans over me, his hands landing on either side of my head. “Tell me what it feels like.”

He begins to piston in and out of me and it’s becoming hard to form words.

“Feels so good.” I moan as his thrusts become harder and deeper, my back dragging along the wooden surface.

I can feel the familiar tug at the base of my stomach, the tightening that comes before my release. I open my eyes to see him watching me closely, like I’m precious or fleeting. He leans forward slowly and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his thrusts now slow and languid.

His growl is my only warning as he begins to devour my mouth and fuck me hard, my pussy weeping all over him and the table. The table my family fucking eats off of. I don’t know what’s wrong with me because I come apart right then, my pussy clamping around his cock and my body jerking with each pulse. I have never come like that before.

My speech is gone, my thoughts erratic, and my vision blacked out.

“My name sounds good screaming from your mouth.” He says as his thrusts become sloppy.

I said his name?

Then he slams into me, jarring my head on the wood, and groaning my name, his cock jerking inside of me. I watch his features as the bliss takes over his face and something warms in my chest, something I don’t want to acknowledge, and certainly not ready to feel. His eyes open, connecting with mine, and his lazy smile slowly disappears.

Yeah, this is the part where we become awkward and go back to the hatred.

He eases out of me and walks to the powder room to clean himself off. I hope he flushes the condom or else I’m telling my parents Saxon had a friend over. Better him than me.

I hop off the table and find my sweater, pulling it on. Then I find my panties, deciding to pocket them since they’re wet, and I couldn’t be bothered. I lean against the table as he comes out of the bathroom, his boxers, and pants back on.

He hasn’t really made eye contact and I continue to watch him as he pulls his sweater back on, his muscles bunching.

“I should… ah… probably get home.” He mutters.

“Yeah.”

His eyes meet mine and I can see the confusion in his. I wonder which emotion is winning? I turn and walk out of the kitchen, leading him to the front door, my chest growing heavy with each step. This was his one fuck to get me out of his system right? Maybe now he can leave me well enough alone.

My heart drops to my stomach with that thought and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be left alone.

I open the front door and look at the floor as he walks by me.

“Ivy…” he begins but I cut him off.

“Goodnight, Neil.” Then I shut the door softly in his face.

I just Band-Aided my feelings.

I wanted to tell her I’d call or text but she just shut the door. Now I can’t sleep and I’m lying here still smelling her on my skin and wondering if she did give me the chance to say it, would it have been the truth?

The answer to that question is complicated, I want to say that I am truly done with Ivy now that I had my fill, and that I can let her go. But I didn't fucking get my fill because I am still lying here, thinking about her, uncomfortably hard, and remembering her silky warmth around my cock. No, I am not done with Ivy and that fucking scares me.

Charlotte, what's happening?

I feel the pressure building in my chest and my eyes begin to burn, have I failed my sister? Have I gone against everything I promised her? Because me fucking Ivy wasn't fucking at all, I was pouring my soul into that and I will never be the same again. I fucking failed my sister.

When it becomes obvious that sleep will be impossible, I get up out of bed and head down to the kitchen. Shay is already up and making coffee, her face looking drawn and tired.

"Neil." She smiles, "I thought I saw your car pull up last night. It's good to have you home."

She's way too good for my piece of shit father.

"Yeah, thought I'd check in on everyone."

"I think we may have to have a chat about your dad." She lets loose a long sigh, "he's getting worse."

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