Chapter Six
~ Ivy ~
His words hung in the air between us. A challenge, and I’d never been one to back down from one of those. And maybe, he was right. God knew I wanted him. I’d never wanted another man the way I did him. Not that I’d tell him that. He was too cocky as it was.
He leaned down toward me, and I knew what he intended. I caught my breath and held it while I waited. His fingers brushed my cheek then caught my jaw and tilted my face up toward his. I held his stare for a long moment. I wasn’t sure if he was giving me a chance to say no or not. The word hovered in my throat, rose to my tongue. I parted my lips, but nothing emerged. Instead, I inched closer to him.
As if Cyan had been waiting for that, he took my mouth under his, his tongue sweeping inside. He devoured me. His hands tugged my shoulders until I was pressed tightly against his chest. I wanted my shirt off, wanted to rub wantonly against his chest. I’d suspected his kiss would be enticing, but I’d had no idea. His kiss had all my lady parts screaming for more, more, more. I wanted his hands, his mouth, and yes, please, I wanted his cock.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers up into his hair. We ate at each other. His big hands stroked down my back, caught the edge of my shirt and pulled it up. I released my grip on his hair and lips long enough to help him get the cloth over my head, then I crashed back into him. I heard a whimper, and I’m pretty sure it was mine.
His hands moved again, and this time, he cupped my ass. When he stood, I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Another groan. This time, I was positive it was his. He gripped my hips and rocked me along the hard ridge of his erection. The man was packing some serious length and width from what I could tell. Part of me was afraid to finish undressing and get an eyeful. The other half of me was past ready.
His lips skimmed along my jaw, heading down my throat, leaving sucking nips as he did. I felt him tugging at my bra, the give as it released, and I eagerly helped push it out of the way. I couldn’t resist leaning in so my nipples brushed along the hair on his chest. I rubbed them over him, reveling in the friction. He felt so good.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Cyan growled between kisses on my skin. I didn’t miss how his words mirrored my thoughts. Then he had me on my back on the bed, and that wicked mouth found one of my nipples. It took all I had not to cry aloud. The last thing I wanted was to wake Jasmine. So I sank my teeth into my lower lip and mewled softly.
“Cyan.” His name was a whispered moan as I arched, pressing more of my breast against his hungry mouth.
If this was what it felt like to be with a man, I understood why my mother—
I killed that thought instantly. I wasn’t my mother. I refused to be my mother. I wouldn’t go from man to man to man, always after the pleasure with none of the commitment.
Cyan bit softly on my nipple, bringing a gasp from me and gaining my full focus.
“Just you and me,” he whispered, popping the turgid point free.
I nodded, licking my lips. I wanted to taste him. Run my fingers through his chest hair, follow the trail of it to where it led to his jeans. I licked my lips again as I eyed that bulge. Cyan was quicker though. He had my pants undone and pulled them and my panties down around my knees in one quick tug. A few more tugs and I was naked, laid out before him like an offering.
“Christ, woman. You take my breath.” His hands roamed over me, teasing and pulling at my nipples before rubbing over my belly then drifting down to the inside of my thighs. He gently pressed my legs open, and it took all I had not to fight to close them again. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him there. It was that no one had ever been there before. I felt exposed, awkward on a level I’d never encountered. But the way he looked at me squashed those feelings.
He went to his knees by the bed and took my foot in his hand. I wasn’t sure what he planned, but when his lips wrapped around my toe and sucked, I felt the pull of it all the way to my core. It was embarrassing how wet I was. He christened each toe then switched to my other foot and treated it equally. By the time he began kissing and licking his way up the inside of my thighs, altering back and forth between them, my sex was clenching with anticipation. Then he was there. His breath fanning my folds.
We were both panting. My heart galloped. His gaze lifted. Held mine. And my lips parted on a gasp as he dipped a finger inside, circling my clitoris then sliding along my sex until he was there. Right there. Poised to enter. I couldn’t have moved if my life depended on it. He pushed inside, penetrating me, and I came. I soaked his finger, mine clenching in the bed covers as I took pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” Cyan growled. “You’re going to burn me alive.”
I was still riding the wave when I felt his lips and tongue, heard the rumble of his chest as he tasted my release. After a few licks, he had my knees over his shoulder and began devouring me. At some point, one finger became two, and he drove me higher and higher. I whimpered. I keened and moaned, rolling my hips back and forth, fighting to get away, to get closer.
I think I might have gone blind for a brief moment as he wrung me dry. I was a boneless heap when he finally moved. He stood, and I heard the rustle of clothing. I imagined he was stripping, but my eyelids wouldn’t get onboard with opening so I could enjoy the show.
“Ivy,” Cyan called, and I forced my lids up and got lost in his gaze. His eyes were deep, dark-green pools that invited me to dive in. I didn’t hear the question in his voice, but I saw it in his eyes. After all he’d given me, he was still making sure I was okay with taking the next step. And I was. So ready.
I nodded, lifting my arms and beckoning to him. He growled again, sweeping me along with him as he crawled up the bed. He took my mouth, and I tasted myself on his lips, on his tongue. I felt the weight of him, pinning me down, holding me under him. I lifted my knees, clasping his hips and boosting myself so I could rub my sex along his shaft. He did that sexy growl again, reaching down with one hand to cup my ass and grind me against him. His other palm was braced by my head, holding the bulk of his weight off me. His fingers were spread wide, his muscles flexing in a way that drew my eye.
“I want…” I caught my breath as the head of his cock tapped my clit.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You,” I managed to get out. “Inside me.”
He pulled back his hips, stopping when the glans kissed my opening.
“Look at me,” Cyan demanded. He was all about visual connection. He’d captured my gaze prior to penetrating me with his finger. It sounds crazy, but because of it, there was a greater intimacy to what we shared. It was as if he wanted me to know who was touching me, taking me, claiming me.
He’d coated his length with my juices as he’d glided between my folds, and with a slight push, he began to breach me. He was big, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure my body would accept him. I felt impossibly stretched.
“Breathe, baby,” he urged and rocked his hips, pressing a little deeper inside me with each stroke.
It was too much. He was too much. I couldn’t take him.
“You can,” he whispered, making me realize I’d spoken my doubts aloud. “Every inch, baby. It all belongs to you. Take it.”
I nodded. I wanted it, wanted everything he had to offer, and he gave it. He filled me completely, his cock sliding deep and stealing what little air I’d managed to inhale. We stayed that way for a moment, staring at one another, our hips locked together and unmoving.
“We’ll take it slow,” he crooned. “Easy. Let your body adjust to me.”
He slowly eased back, his thick cock dragging along my sheath as he withdrew. He stopped when he was poised at my entrance once more, then he slid deep again. He took his time, groaning with each stroke.
“Kiss me,” I begged, and he dropped his head to mine, finding my lips and diving between them to plunder.
I curled into him, sliding my arms under his and curving my hands over his shoulders. My nipples rubbed his chest, and he settled a little more of his weight on me. He moved his hand from my ass to my hip and thrust a little faster.
The need for air broke our kiss, and Cyan tilted his head up. I couldn’t resist his throat and the pulse that beat crazily there. I ran my tongue down the strong cord, nuzzling his Adam’s apple before finding that pulse point and sucking. I let my teeth scrape his skin then nipped a little harder than I’d intended. Blood welled up in the wound I’d made, and without thought, I flicked my tongue out and caught it.
He exploded through my senses. The heat and essence of him. I lost my head, going back for more, sucking the wound then scraping my teeth over it again and again. Cyan rode me faster, each stroke harder, pounding deeper. My nails scratched his skin, the balls of my feet digging into the small of his back as I clung to him.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Make me come again.”
He growled, hammering me until the room was filled with the sound of harsh breathing and slapping flesh. The scent of us and sex lingered on the air, making me hotter with every breath I dragged into my lungs. Somehow, he managed to bend so he could catch one of my nipples between his teeth. The tug was painful but in a good way. It had my sex clenching on him, squeezing hard as he fucked me the way I’d been wanting. He sucked me, rolling my nipple between his lips before kissing his way up my neck.
His hand was on the move again, gliding from my hip, brushing over my quivering belly until he forced it between us. Before I could growl with disapproval, those skilled fingers found my clit and played over it until I was a keening mess. I chanted his name with a few yeses and oh, God’s thrown in. He had me hovering on the brink of impossible pleasure very quickly. I arched my neck up, head pressing into the mattress and rolling back and forth as I fought to get there, to climb higher than I had before.
Then I felt the scratch of his teeth along the muscle at the base of my neck. I knew what he was going to do, and as much as I’d sworn I’d never take a mate, in that moment, I wanted his claim, his brand, the bite that would make me his. I should have expected his next move, should have realized what he’d demand.
“Look at me.” His voice was ragged, slurred as if he were drugged by the pleasure we shared, and I was helpless to ignore it.
Our gazes clashed, caught, and held. He pressed his thumb hard over my clit and slammed his cock deep, and I came, mouth open wide on a silent scream.
“Mine,” he rumbled, the promise there in his eyes. “You’re mine, Ivy, and I’m yours.”
He dropped his head and bit down, drawing and tasting my blood as I had his, and I was lost. I shuddered, my sex clenching so tightly around him I swear I felt his pulse inside me. His cock jerked as it seemed to grow even thicker before the first blast of seed filled me. I’d never known pleasure like this existed. I wanted more of it, but first, I needed to remember how to breathe. I swear I saw stars flickering at the edge of my vision, and I wondered how Cyan had managed to pull the sky into my bedroom. I was still trying to figure that out when they all blinked out and darkness claimed me.