Page 51 of Sparks Fly

I fight the urge to squirm as my dick makes its thoughts known–then I kick myself for allowing my mind to go there but I mentally kick myself for allowing my thoughts to go there. I don’t want another reckless fuck. I want more, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get that from her. It’s clear that I can’t do the mindless sex thing–not with Ivy–and keeping it up will only screw with me even more.

When I don’t answer, she drops her eyes and mutters, “What the hell am I even thinking?” She takes a step away and for a second, I consider letting her go–that would be the smart thing to do.

But no one has ever accused me of being smart.

Before she’s out of reach, I grab her hand. “Let’s go.”

“We’re doing this then?” she asks, taking a step in the direction of her house, eyes locked on our joined hands.

“And what wouldthisbe?”

I admire the way her cheeks redden as we pass under a streetlight, the way her tongue passes over her bottom lip. Ivy Willis is going to be the death of me. But if that’s the case, at least I’ll die happy.

She huffs. “Whatever it is, we can’t tell anybody.”

“Do we need to put a label on it?” I ask. My gut twists at the thought of being her dirty little secret I guess that’s all my life is now. “I know you’re still getting over Rossi, and I’ve got my own shit going on at home, but that doesn’t mean we can’t explore whatever this is between us. We’re both consenting adults.”

“Brady–”

“Doesn’t want to know about your sex life. Trust me.”

When she doesn’t answer straight away, I’m worried that I’ve said something wrong. But then she bites down on her bottom lip and stops to look at me, her green eyes dark with desire. “That’s all I can give you–just sex.”

“Just sex,” I agree, bending down to capture her mouth, ending the conversation before I say something I’ll regret. I’m lying through my teeth, but that’s a problem for future me to deal with.

I fall into step beside her when she starts to walk again, thinking about how fast things have happened. A couple of months ago, I barely knew Ivy–she was simply Brady Willis’ younger sister. Yeah, we went to school together, but she was two years below me. Though she clearly sees me as nothing more than a plaything, this thing we have going is hot and heavy. I know she’s still healing, but it just proves how incredibly strong she is. She’s gorgeous and great with kids to top it off–she’s going to make an amazing teacher. Against my better judgement, I’m falling for this girl.

The fifteen minute walk to her house is silent. Part of me expects her to back out, but to my surprise she leads us through the side gate and down the path until we get to her back door.

My heart races as I step over the threshold into the Willis house. I haven’t been here since Brady’s thirteenth birthday party, when his parents invited the whole class to help him celebrate. It’s funny what being back in a place makes you remember. Ivy had only been eleven at the time. I remember her standing off to the side, her blonde hair in pigtails and her innocent green eyes widening as she watched us play spin the bottle.

As Ivy leads me past the living room, I get a flashback of Brady grabbing Xavier Watson by his shirt and shoving him up against the wall for suggesting that Ivy join in. He’d yelled at her to go to her room–she’d listened. I wonder what he’d do if he caughtmein her bedroom now. I’d be lying if the thrill of the idea didn’t have my dick straining against my pants even more.

Ivy hesitates outside what I assume is her bedroom. I love the way she leans into me as I step up behind her. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I murmur into her ear

Goosebumps wash over her skin and she sucks in a sharp breath. Then, she turns the handle and allows me into her most private space.

My eyes wander around the room. A low light coming from her bedside lamp casts the room in a warm glow. Purple sheets lay crumpled on the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. Her desk sits in the corner, a pinboard above it covered in photos. I take a couple of steps into the room until I’m standing in front of it. There are photos of the whole crew–her and Brady, Wren, Jordan and Harley. There’s even one of Ellie tucked under Harley’s arm. Lachy is noticeably absent, but there are a few gaps where photos have clearly been ripped down.

Ivy slips in front of me, backing against her desk. Her hands slide up my chest and hook over my shoulders. I lean in, pressing my lips to hers as my hands drop down to cage her against the desk Her mouth easily falls open, tearing a groan from me as her tongue meets mine.Fuck, the taste of her–I’ll never get sick of it. Though as much as I love her mouth, there’s another taste that I crave even more.

I hook my hands under her ass and lift her onto the desk. Reluctantly, I break the kiss, moving to trail my lips down her neck, sucking a slow kiss down her throat. Her head drops back against the pin board, exposing more of that beautiful skin for me to devour.

My hands slide under the hem of her shirt and she lifts her arms to let me pull it over her head, the fabric fluttering to the floor. Her bare chest rises and falls with each breath she takes. I reach out, running my thumb over one of her pebbled nipples, rolling it gently between my fingers as I suck the other into my mouth. After paying close attention to both of her tits, I kiss my way down her soft, flat stomach.

I lower my hand between her legs, rubbing her through the denim in a way that has her whimpering. I drop to my knees, loving the way she tangles her fingers in my hair as I pop the button on her shorts. She lifts her hips so I can pull them off before kissing a path back up her right thigh. I lean in, running my nose along her warm heat, breathing in her arousal through the lacy black thong she’s wearing. Fuck, she smells so good.

“Conrad,” she moans, wriggling impatiently. “Touch me.”

What my girl wants, she gets. I squirm against the desire pooling betweenmylegs. Too impatient to remove them, I move her soaked panties aside. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow circles that have her making the most delicious sounds. I slide two fingers along her slit before slipping them inside her.

Ivy’s fingers tighten in my hair hard enough to sting–and make my dick so hard it hurts. I curl my fingers as I push back inside, unable to hide my smirk as she grinds down on my hand, chasing her release. My thumb plays with her clit as I finger-fuck her, creating a combination that I know drives her wild.

She tips her head back, eyes closed in pleasure. The sounds coming from her are sinful. Her walls clamp down around my fingers, letting me feel the first waves of her orgasm.

“That’s it, Princess,” I groan. I pull my fingers free, and before she can complain about the loss, I’m hooking her legs over my shoulders I plunge my tongue inside, gathering up some of that sweet honey before sucking her clit into my mouth. She whines as my teeth graze the sensitive nerve. “Come for me.” She’s so worked up that it doesn’t take long before she’s crying out, her release so fucking sweet on my tongue. I lap up every last drop, my fingers digging into her hips as I hold her in place.

The pinboard rattles and threatens to fall as Ivy collapses against it, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her gorgeous eyes stay locked to mine as I stand, using my thumb to wipe of my mouth–then shamelessly sucking it between my lips. I could go down on Ivy all fucking night long.

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