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“Because Ellie asked me to.”
I turn to face him, but he doesn’t move. Our lips are millimeters apart. “Are you coming?”
His lips quirk up. “Not yet, Princess”
I roll my eyes at him, flattening my palm on his chest to shove him away. “Smartass.”
He leans up against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest. “Would it be a problem if i did?”
Not as long as you can keep your hands to yourself for the weekend. This,” I gesture between the two of us, “is not happening while we’re around all of my friends.”
“Whatever you say, Princess. You’re making the rules.”
“Are you going to follow them? Because if not, I can always stay home.” I won’t mention the fact that Wren would never let me.
“I’ll behave.”
“Good boy.” I smirk, stepping forward and patting him on the chest.
I couldn’t deny the tension between us if I wanted to. But what Icando is keep reminding myself that this is just sex–nothing more. I reach up to the clasp on my top. Conrad watches intently as my fingers twist and the top falls open. As the material falls to the ground, his pupils dilate. He swallows hard.
“Do you want to touch me, Conrad?” I ask, trying to sound confident and sexy, despite feeling anything but. Something has changed between us. Everything feels more… charged. Sending that photo to Conrad had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that I’m here, I’m nervous. His hands twitch by his sides. I take a step towards him. “Put your hands on me.”
“Ivy–”
I shush him with a finger to his lips. “I didn’t come here to talk.” His eyes search mine, but I’m keeping my face neutral. “I want you naked.”
My fingers find the hem of his sweatshirt. I twist it in my fists and yank it over his head, sending it to the floor. That seems to spur him into action, and he reaches up to remove his hat, throwing it on his desk before helping me strip the rest of his clothes.
Once he’s undressed, Conrad can’t resist pulling me in. My hands find his hard, sculpted chest as our lips collide in a frenzied kiss. He gathers thick fistfuls of my hair, guiding my head as he dips his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like mint and sunshine and rainbows on a rainy day.
Conrad breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
I take a step back and shimmy out of my skirt, taking my bottoms with it. This is the first time we’ve taken our time, not tearing clothes off in a rush to get off. I bite my lip and stare up at him through hooded lashes as I’m finally as naked and vulnerable as he is. “If you’re not into it, all you have to do is say–”
He growls and steps into my space again, pushing me backwards until my legs hit his bed and I collapse onto the comfiest mattress I’ve ever felt in my life. I sink into his sheets, suddenly overwhelmed by the heady scent ofhim.
He uses his forearms to guide my legs apart as his knees kiss the carpet. I prop myself up on my elbows. He licks his lips and the heat of his gaze has me squirming to relieve the pressure between my thighs. “So wet for me already.” His voice is like gravel as he reaches down and swipes his thumb over my slick entrance. I can’t manage anything except a fucking pathetic whimper. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve got you.”
I fall onto my back and grip his sheets as the flat of his tongue replaces his thumb. He moans and the vibrations send a dart of pleasure through me. My body bucks and his arm settles over my stomach, holding me in place as he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking and sucking it in turn.
“Oh, fuck,” I whine. “Fuck Conrad, that feels so… intense. Oh my God.”
A finger dips into me, followed by one more and I feel my body clench around them. I gasp when his teeth graze my clit. “So responsive.” He picks up the pace, his fingers curling inside me while his tongue laves my core. Moans turn into whines that turn into cries.
My hands move, one sliding down to tangle in his curls while the other grips his wrist. My hips move of their own accord, for more friction.
“Oh my… Oh my God.”
“No Ivy,” he says, nipping at the inside of my thigh–hard. “Use my name.”
“Oh–oh fuck, Conrad. I’m so close.”
“Good girl,” he growls against my pussy, finger-fucking me with abandon now as I mercilessly grind against his face.
My stomach clenches and I whimper in protest as he lifts his head, his chin glistening with my arousal. I continue to chase my release, gripping Conrad’s arm tight that he can’t deny me. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, watching as I come part at the mercy of his hand. His fingers curl, his palm pressing against my clit while the pressure builds between my legs.
Conrad watches mercilessly and his dazed, lust-filled expression is what sends me over the edge. I rock against his hand, faster… faster… and faster. He lets out a raw, pained groan.
