She shakes her head, eyes shining. “I want to. I want to… return the favor.”
My cock jumps so hard I nearly spill my coffee. “Ivory, that’s not why…fuck…” I grit out, trying to keep my voice steady. “I don't expect anything in return. You don’t have to?—”
She cuts me off, voice soft but sure. “I want to.” She stands, comes around the table, kneels in front of me, so damn beautiful, so fucking innocent it hurts to look at her. “Please, Hudson. I want to make you feel good.”
Every warning in my head screams at me to stop. God knows I’m fighting it, clinging to the last threads of self-control.
“You don’t have to do anything, Ivory…” I say again, voice rough, almost pleading for her to back off before I do something I can’t undo.
She hesitates, eyes searching mine, then whispers, “I just… I want it to be you. Not my…” She swallows, her gaze looking away for a heartbeat. “Not my soon-to-be fiancé.”
That’s it. Something snaps inside me, and I see red. The thought of her on her knees for another man, touching anyone else, letting some cold bastard taste what’s mine, blinds me. I see Crest’s hands on her, see her forced to willingly kiss a man she doesn’t want, and I can’t fucking take it.
“I need my cock in your mouth. Right now, Ivory.” I growl, my voice now low and dangerous. Everything inside me is roaring, all my restraint gone.
She places her palm against my thigh, slowly running them up to the throbbing shape begging for her touch. She begins totrace the thick bulge straining against the seam of my pants. Her fingers are trembling but eager, stroking me through the fabric.
I hiss, hips jerking into her touch, need and possessiveness crashing into me all at once.
“Jesus, baby.” My voice is thick with need, and I know there’s no going back now.
Ivory is mine, and I’m going to show her exactly what that means.
I groan, my voice breaking. “Christ, you’re going to be the death of me.”
She grins, shy but proud, and leans up to kiss me. It’s slow, messy, all tongue and teeth. I cup her jaw, my thumb brushing her cheek, and lose myself for a moment.
Then she whispers, “I want to see you. I want to… touch you. Please?”
I can’t say no. I won’t.
I reach for her hand, guide it to my zipper, and help her pull me out. My cock is thick and hard. My arousal is evident, already leaking for her.
Her green eyes widen, reflecting a mix of awe and hunger.
“You’re so… big.”
I chuckle, but it’s broken, needy. “And you’re perfect, Ivory. So fucking perfect.”
She leans back on her haunches, hands trembling as she wraps her fingers around me. She strokes, clumsy at first, but eager, eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me how to make you feel good, Hudson.”
Hearing her say that…fuck me. I almost came undone right then. “Tell me how to please you.”
There’s no way in hell I’m worthy of any of this…of her. To have someone so genuine, pure, and innocent, who wants to give me all her firsts.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
She does, tongue flicking out, her lips already stretching over the head as she takes me in.
The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. She’s a little awkward, teeth grazing, but she’s so willing it makes my head spin. I guide her gently, hand tangled in her hair, letting her set the pace.
She gags, pulls back, eyes watering. “Sorry,” she gasps.
“Don’t apologize.” I run my thumb over her cheek wiping away a fallen tear. “You’re doing perfect.”
She tries again, braver now, tongue swirling, lips tight around me. I watch her, chest heaving, fighting myself not to thrust deeper, not to lose control.
