AllFreeNovel
Share Us
TWENTY-FOUR
IVY
CONRAD CUPS MY cheeks in his hands, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and surprisingly, it’s not a complete turnoff. I gasp as he picks me up effortlessly and carries me over to the bed. He lays me down so slowly, so gently that it makes my heart flutter. He pecks a kiss to the top of my nose before standing to his full height.
I sit up on my elbows, watching as he pulls his shirt off in one swift move. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen him naked–I still want to use my tongue to memorize every dip and curve of those toned abs and chiselled pecs.
His hungry gaze washes over me. I feel like I should be embarrassed that I’m lying here in nothing other than my thong–which is still shoved aside–but I’m not. For the first time in a long time, I feel wanted.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. The low, gravelly sound has me clenching my legs together. I can’t find my voice, so I just nod. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing sweaty curls away from his face, a small grin teasing his lips. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, Princess.”
“I want this,” I rasp out, slipping out of my underwear. “There’s condoms in the top drawer.”
Conrad moves to my bedside table, his eyebrows raising as he opens the drawer. My cheeks heat when he pulls out my favourite vibrator–the one with the clit stimulator–and tosses it onto the bed next to me, the condom landing next to it.
“I’m going to need you to show me how you use that.” Suddenly bashful, I drop my head. Conrad slides his shorts off, and I look up to see his erection jutting out proudly in front of him. He climbs onto the bed, nudging my legs apart with his knees. He picks up the vibrator and turns it on. The low buzzing noise causes my pussy to clench in anticipation. “Come on, Princess,” he urges, pressing the toy into my hand before guiding both down to my entrance. “You’re going to show me how you take care of yourself when I’m not around, and then I’m going to show you why you won’t be needing that anymore.”
His words alone have me so turned on that I’d jump out the window if he asked. He lets go of my hand to start stroking himself. His eyes stay trained on the vibrator pulsing against my core. Seeing how much he wants this has me swallowing my embarrassment and giving the toy a gentle push, moaning at the familiar sensation of being filled.
Conrad’s pupils are blown, fist moving faster as he watches intently. I’m still sensitive from my first orgasm, and the vibrations against the tender flesh sends a shiver through my body. I grit my teeth as I rock my hips, and it doesn’t take long for me to plummet over the edge once again.
“Fuck this,” Conrad growls. He tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it on, swatting my hand away from the toy. He slowly takes it away, switching it off before throwing it aside.
His lips crash down on mine. His tongue invades my mouth at the same moment he slides his dick into my pussy. He’s bigger than the vibrator in every way, and as he lifts my right leg over his hip, he hits the spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. He grinds his pelvis against my clit before slowly pulling out. I whimper at the loss, and he grins against my mouth. “Told you, Princess: I’m better than a fucking toy.” In one smooth move he snaps his hips forward, burying himself deep inside me.
Conrad shows no mercy as he takes on a punishing pace. His free hand snakes down between us, circling my clit until I come for the third time.Oh my fucking God. I’ve never had this many orgasms in one night.
Conrad lowers himself down, wrapping his arms around me tight so he can flip onto his back. I sit up, resting my hands on his chest. My head drops back, still reeling from that last orgasm. His hands come up to gently squeeze my tits. I lean forward enough for him to take one into his mouth. He moans around my nipple before releasing it with an audible pop. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ivy.”
That has me crying out through yet another release. He curses and grips my hips, his thrusts falling uneven. It’s not long before his whole body tenses and stills. I can feel each pulse as I slowly roll my hips, milking every drop of his orgasm.
Utterly spent, I collapse into his arms. He turns to kiss my sweaty forehead. My pussy flutters with delicious aftershocks, but he’s in no hurry to move. I close my eyes, enjoying the way his heart beats against my cheek.
“I could lay here inside you all night,” Conrad murmurs sleepily, “but we should get cleaned up.” He laughs at my complaints as he lifts me off him and rolls off the bed. I take the hand he offers me and let him pull me to my feet, pleasantly surprised when he pulls me into a kiss. I slide my tongue into his mouth, grinning when his cock starts to swell again.
He pulls away with a groan, spinning me around and swatting my ass as he pushes me toward my bedroom door. I lock myself in the bathroom and sit down to pee. I rest on my knees and drop my head into my hands, annoyed that I can’t wipe the grin off my face. Conrad might not be my Prince Charming, but the new me doesn’t need that. She just wants to have a good time–and keeping it a secret just makes it more fun.
When I get back to my bedroom, Conrad’s lying on my bed with his eyes closed and his hands folded behind his head. He’s put his shorts back on, but his top half remains bare. I bite my bottom lip, letting my eyes roam over his body.
“Quit perving on me and get your sexy ass over here,” he murmurs with a smirk. I’m grateful that he’s still got his eyes closed so he can’t see me blush.
“I was not perving on you. I hate you, remember?” I pull on my underwear and sliphist-shirt over my head before crawling into bed beside him. My heart is racing. This is the first time I haven’t run off after having sex with him. Not that I can go anywhere–this is my house.
“Your body tells me otherwise, Princess.” Conrad finally opens his eyes, swallowing hard when he sees I’m in his shirt. “Fuck, that looks good on you,” he rasps. His tongue runs along his bottom lip as his arm slides around me, pulling my body tight against his. He rolls onto his side so we’re facing each other. His other hand drops to my waist to play the hem of his t-shirt. He leans in and brushes his lips over mine before trailing kisses up my jaw to the soft spot under my ear. “I always thought you were gorgeous but seeing you in my clothes just takes it to another level.”
I roll my eyes, playfully shoving him away to avoid the butterflies in my stomach. “Shut up. You’re not allowed to say stuff like that.”
“Like what?”
“That you think I’m…” I can’t even say it. “I don’t need to hear it.”
“WhatamI allowed to say?”
“Nothing.” I say roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I don’t need to get distracted by that pretty face and his sexy as sin abs. The change in position has his hand resting on my stomach, dangerously close to my panty line. I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers start dancing over the sensitive skin. “Fuck buddies just fuck, Conrad. There’s no need for us to talk.”
I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t turn to look at him. He finally rolls onto his back as well. “So, if we’re just fuck buddies, does that mean you’re kicking me out?”
There’s a tone in his voice that I can’t quite place, but I can’t lose myself in overanalysing it–it doesn’t matter.
