Chapter 86: I Do Like Gifts
"Yes." He said it as if the admission were the simplest truth in the world. "Until you’re done teaching me how to be more sensitive."
Ivy laughed. "You... you want me to teach you to be sensitive?"
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch startlingly tender. "I need you to let me know what you need for this to work between us." He paused, jaw tightening, eyes burning into hers with unnerving honesty. "I need you to stop bottling it all up until it explodes like this."
The arrogance was gone from his voice. "I do like gifts," she admitted reluctantly. "Next time, can you make sure it’s something I can actually use? I can’t use a car if I can’t drive it now, can I?"
"I’ll teach you to," he promised. He bent his head down until his lips hovered just inches from hers, close enough that his breath warmed her mouth. "I’ll teach you a lot of things."
The space between them collapsed when he kissed her.
And Ivy melted. Her arms that had been crossed in defiance slid upward of their own accord, curling around his neck. Her lips parted under his, letting him deepen the kiss.
He cradled her face in his palm and with his tongue, danced with hers. His hands then travelled down her body, to her hips then to her ass, before gripping it and pushing her forward to feel his excitement.
Ivy gasped in his mouth, arching her back as he pulled from the kiss and reached for her neck. "Winn, I need you." She sighed, not believing the plea came from her. Probably her alter ego.
Winn pulled her in his arms to the front of the chair and sat on it. "On your knees."
He unbuckled his pants as she obeyed. He freed his cock and bent forward to kiss her again briefly. He then wrapped her blonde hair around his fingers and guide her down to him as he held his cock against her lips.
Ivy let instinct guide her, her lips parting as she leaned forward, heart racing. Winn’s grip in her hair tightened, controlling her pace even before she began. His cock brushed against her lips, the taste of his skin salty and intoxicating.
"Open wider, baby," Winn commanded.
Her lips wrapped around him and he hissed. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, and the pressure of his hand in her hair guided her rhythm. He watched her, every flicker of her lashes, every muffled sound in her throat.
"That’s it," Winn groaned, tilting his head back, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open again to watch her. "God, Ivy..."
Heat burned through Ivy’s cheeks. She moaned around him, and the vibration made him groan.
"Fuck, yes... do that again." He guided her deeper, his cock sliding across her tongue, his grip unrelenting.
Ivy’s nails dug into his thighs. She was drowning in the scent of him, in the raw masculinity radiating off his body. She drew back for air, lips slick, her chest heaving. Winn tugged her head up just enough to make her look at him. His eyes were molten.
"Don’t stop now, sweetheart. You wanted me, remember?" His thumb brushed her damp lower lip before pushing it down again. "Show me how much."
She took him in again, gagging slightly, but his approving growl sent fire through her veins.
"That’s it... take all of me," Winn groaned. "Fuck, you look so good."
When he finally pulled her up, lips swollen, strands of blonde hair stuck to her damp cheeks. Winn didn’t give her time to gather herself. His mouth crashed onto hers, and in the next breath his hands slid over her hips, then gripped her skirt. With one hard tug he bunched the fabric up, exposing her skin to his palms. Ivy gasped into the kiss, trying to keep up with his hunger, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"You’re overdressed," he muttered against her lips, and before she could reply, his hand hooked into the delicate lace of her underwear. He yanked it down in one smooth motion, leaving her bare and trembling in his lap.
He guided her hips, pulling her closer until she straddled him fully on the chair. Ivy felt the hard, hot length of him pressing against her slick heat and nearly whimpered. Her body arched instinctively, desperate to take him in, to erase the space between them.
"You’re soaked," he groaned, his thumb brushing against her folds, slicking her wetness along his cock before positioning himself at her entrance. "Say it, baby. Say you want me inside you."
She shook her head, eyes glassy.
"Ivy?" His hand tightened on her waist. "Say it."
Instead, she pressed down on him, taking him inch by inch, her breath breaking into a shuddering moan as he stretched her.
"Fuck..." Winn’s head fell back, his teeth gritted, a guttural sound escaping his throat. His hands dug into her ass, pulling her down until he was buried inside her completely.
Her forehead dropped to his shoulder, her breath ragged. Every nerve ending in her body lit up, every ounce of her resolve trembling. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to say it again so badly—I love you.
She lifted her hips and sank down again, drawing a strangled moan from him.
"Yeah, just like that," he praised. "Ride me, baby. Show me how much you want it."
Her hands clung to his shirt, nails clawing as if holding onto him would keep her from falling apart.
"You’re so perfect...Perfect. All mine."
Her heart clenched. She wasn’t his. Not really. Not if he couldn’t love her back.
She bucked against him, moaning his name. He matched her, hips driving upward, filling her again and again until she was shaking.
Their moans tangled in the air, his hands gripping her hips to force her rhythm, his lips biting her neck.
"Don’t stop," she begged. "Please."
His forehead pressed to hers, sweat mingling, as he continued to drive upward.
She shattered around him, crying out.