Ivy glances at her phone again and stares at the screen for what feels like an eternity. She doesn’t look up at me, but her lip finds its way between her teeth again, and she slowly begins to type.
Ivy:
Like what?
The smirk on my face is permanent. I knew it. She wants this more than she lets on.
JJ:
You didn’t think I’d tell you that easily, did you?
Something flashes across Ivy’s expression. Blood rising beneath her skin as she swallows harshly.
Ivy:
I see it’s your turn to play games
JJ:
No games, princess. Just admit you want me and I’ll tell you every little dirty thing I’d do to you, right down to the last detail.
Those green eyes find mine within seconds. Her chest heaves quicker than before, something sizzling beneath her heated gaze. Yeah, that look alone will put me into an early grave.
Ivy:
I might want you, JJ, but we know it’s wrong.
I stare at those words for far too long.I might want you.That’s good enough for me. It’s more than anything else she’s said.
She might not be able to admit it out loud, but it’s obvious she carries around guilt like a dark rain cloud over her head. We’re consenting adults, and if we do this carefully, Finn might be able to understand without murdering us both.
JJ:
What we’re doing isn’t wrong, and even if it was, it’s still not going to stop me from dragging my tongue down your sweet cunt and making you come with just my mouth.
Then when I fuck you, I’m going to take my time with you. Until you’re begging me to fuck you harder. But I won’t. I’ll tease you and torture you until you’re crying and pleading for me to do more. And when I give you what you want, I’ll make you thank me for letting you come all over my cock.
Because this time, Ivy, this time… I am going to savour every damn second. And your pleasure will be my priority.
When I hit send, blood rushes through my veins. Yeah, I’m getting myself worked up thinking about listening to her sweet pleas.
Ivy reads over the message, her eyes widening. She raises a trembling hand to push back her beautiful blonde hair. Daisy catches her shoulder, and she quickly shoves her phone away.
I guess it’ll give her something to think about tonight.
I’ve got another date with my fist after what happened in the beach hut.
“There is the worst football player of the year.” An arm slings over my shoulder, and I turn to find Finn in my face. His eyes are bloodshot, and his words slurred. Of course he’s drunk. “I forgive you for being shit.”
I snort quietly. “Gee, thanks.”
Finn removes his arm from my shoulder and sways in front of me, bringing his bottle of beer to his mouth. “Who were you texting?”
“Hmm?”
He points to my phone in my hand, and I push it into my pocket, not wanting Ivy’s name to pop up on the screen.
“Just someone from back home,” I lie. “Nothing major.”
