Garrett

Ivy didn't say much on the elevator ride to our room. I tried not to read too much into it since we had company, mostly other business associates who wanted to congratulate me on the win, but it was difficult to not wonder if something was wrong. Every time I tried to catch her eye, she looked away.

Was she embarrassed? Had I gone too far at the dinner table? She hadn't seemed upset then, but perhaps she regretted it now.

I hoped not. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. The way her full lips parted as her breath caught, her thighs clamping down around my hand. When she ground herself against me, putting her hand over mine, I nearly came myself.

"Have a good night," I called out, cupping Ivy's elbow with my hand and guiding her out of the elevator.

The man in the back corner gave me a knowing grin, but rather than foster a sense of camaraderie, anger like I hadn't experienced in a long time coursed through me when his eyes roved over her curves. Evidently, I hadn't done a good job hiding it because he paled and dropped his gaze.

"Garrett," Ivy hissed when I ushered her inside and slammed the door. "What the hell?"

"Are you okay?" I shook off the anger and tried to focus on what was important. Ivy.

Confusion replaced her shock. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"You were really quiet on the ride to our room. Did I go too far? Was what happened at dinner too much? I need you to tell me now because I'll go stay with Lexi or Parker."

"You would? If I was uncomfortable?"

Hurt choked me, making it hard to answer, but I pushed through it. "I would. Nothing is going to happen tonight if you don't want it to. Or ever."

"And if I want something to happen? If I told you I wanted the rest of the meal?"

My mouth went dry, and my cock twitched. "Then I'm going to tell you I hope you're hungry."

She closed her eyes and exhaled. Like she was working up courage. And when she opened her eyes, they were bottomless pools of black, not even a glimmer of gold was present.

"I was quiet because the entire way up here, I was thinking about what it would be like to have your mouth where your hand was."

That was all I needed to hear. I crossed the room and pushed her onto the bed. She propped herself on her elbows and watched me. Her long, toned leg fell out of the slit of her dress, and while I loosened my tie, I imagined all the ways I was going to use that gorgeous limb later. Hooked around my waist, held up from the side, and shoved to her head.

"Touch yourself," I told her, throwing the tie aside and pulling my shirt off.

Cheeks pink, she obeyed, sliding her hand between her legs. The coral silk hid her movements, but within a few seconds, Ivy was whimpering and rotating her hips.

"Those videos you were watching."

"Garrett—"

"Tell me what you liked about them."

I hit my knees and drew her to the edge of the bed. Her hand kept moving, and when I shoved the skirt of her dress up, I groaned at the sight of her fingers rubbing her wet pussy. I was desperate to replace her hands with my mouth, but things would move quickly once I tasted her. And tonight I had to prove to her that no other man would ever compare to me.

"Tell me," I commanded, reaching up to tug her dress down. Her breasts spilled out, and I filled my hands with their warm weight. They were perfect, and after I'd fucked Ivy senseless, I was going to come on them later.

"It was the—the ahh," she cried out when I tugged on a taut nipple with my teeth. I rolled my tongue around the nub. "The way he owned her, and she..."

Her free hand dug into my hair, and she bowed backward, coming with a shout when I sucked hard on her other nipple. She collapsed onto her back, and her legs hung limply off the edge of the bed.

"And she what?"

I sat back on my knees and looked her over. I'd not even been inside her, and she was an obscene mess. Naked except for the dress bunched around her abdomen. Thighs shining wetly in the lamplight, and the faintest red beard scratches on her breasts.

"She wanted it. She would have let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. They were mad with their desire for each other."

"Would you let me do whatever I wanted with you?" I asked, sliding a finger into her pussy. Jesus, she was wet and so, so tight. Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue over her clit and was rewarded with being able to go deeper.

Ivy clutched the sheets, her ability to speak stolen from her when I added another finger, and it was hard to be bossy while my mouth was so busy. When her thighs snapped up again, their trembling flesh pressing against my ear, I pulled my fingers and mouth away.

"N-no," she panted, sitting up and glaring at me.

But her ire melted away as she watched me stroke my stiff cock, coating it with her juices.

"The next time you come," I said, grabbing her and flipping her to her stomach. Straddling her, slid my cock through her ass cheeks twice before lining myself up with her opening. "It's going to be around my cock."

Ivy moaned and pressed her face into the bed as I eased inside her. A big part of me screamed to thrust forward, hard, and fuck her the way the man in the video had. And maybe I would in a minute, but right now, I wanted to savor this first time with her. To feel every inch of her heat.

Hands pressing into the small of her back, I eased out of her, only half of my dick wet. She shook beneath me as I pushed back in. Again and again I did this until at last I was fully inside her, my pelvis flush against her ass.

"You okay?" I asked breathlessly, as she squirmed against me.

"I feel so full," she said, with a hint of wonder in her voice.

Biting back the urge to insult her previous lovers, I went with a more physical expression of my disdain. I withdrew and slammed back inside, driving her forward on the bed.

That was the end of talking and teasing. At first, Ivy laid there, only her fingers clenching and unclenching on the sheets as I pounded into her, but when I hooked my arm under her stomach and pulled her up to all fours, she started moving, pushing against me like she couldn't stand a second without being filled.

"Garrett." She dropped her head, her back sloping down as her arms gave out.

I fisted her hair and yanked her back, hand going around her throat as I held her against my body. This new angle drew a strangled shout from her, and I hoped she was close. Because I was.

Fingers tightening around her throat, I hissed in her ear. "Touch yourself again."

Ivy nodded, and I knew she had obeyed when I felt the edges of her fingers against my cock on every stroke. Her heavy breathing turned shallow, and I let go of her hair, pushed her hand aside, and pressed my thumb against her clit.

She went off. Her inner walls clenched around me, and I released her, letting her fall to her stomach. Remembering at the last minute that we hadn't used a condom, I took myself in hand, coming with two strokes and spurting ropes of cum over her back and ass cheeks.

When she didn't move, I laid beside her and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked daze as she tried to focus on me. I smiled and kissed her.

"Jesus," she muttered afterward, her eyelashes fluttering over her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

"That was just the first course, baby girl."