Your Ivy Grows

Chapter 19

Barnes pushes me into the stall, his mouth back on mine before the door is even fully closed. I've lost my mind; that's the only explanation for how I've ended up here. The only explanation for why I didn't even notice or care how many people saw us coming in here. It's hard to think of anything but him, especially when he kisses me the way he does; like he's a drowning man and I'm his life preserver.

He fists his hand in my hair and pulls me to him, turning my head where he needs it so he can deepen the kiss. I love how kisses me, with a hungry desperation that matches my own. He doesn't treat me like he's scared he'll break me. He kisses, sucks, bites and teases my mouth, eliciting quiet moans from me that seem to fuel him on more.

As he struggles to push up my dress, I'm regretting my choice of tight-fitting dress for this evening. Once he finally has it over my hips, his hand immediately slides down into my underwear. He groans louder than I do when he reaches my pussy and pushes a finger inside of me.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Lex." He says against my lips before kissing me again. That's it; I want to hear this man say every single variation of my name he can think of. He says it like a fucking prayer and it makes my knees weak.

He adds another finger, and I'm moaning loudly against his lips as he pumps them in and out of me. The music is so loud outside that I can still feel the thumping beat in my chest. I don't try to dampen the sounds leaving me, not when I know people won't be able to hear me over the music. I'm desperate for him. I want him so badly that I feel I'm close to coming like this; riding his hand and gripping him as I struggle to stay upright. But right before I can get there, his hand is out of my underwear and pulling them down my legs.

When he begins to lower himself to his knees before me, I realise what he intends to do. Panicking, I grip at his shirt, stopping him in his tracks and attempting to pull him back up to me. He looks up at me, a confused look on his face and his eyes hazy with desire.

"No, don't, please." I tell him as I pull at his shirt once more, offering no further explanation. It feels far too intimate, and that's not what this is, is it? And, okay, maybe I've never found myself able to enjoy it in the past. On the few times John ever went down on me, he acted like he was doing me a favour whilst seeming to be sloppily trying to stab at me with his tongue. Yeah, no thank you.

I see the disappointment as it flickers across his face, but he doesn't argue. He kisses my inner thigh once before making his way back up my body. I want to peel this dress from my body so badly, giving him access to all of me, but this isn't the place for that. He kisses his way up my neck, finding that sensitive spot that has my back arching and my fingers gripping at his hair. He nips at it, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make me want to beg him for more.

His lips come back down on mine hard, and he grips my face tightly as he kisses me. I can feel his quiet frustration. Finally, he breaks away from me, practically panting as he stares at me.

"You really are trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" His fingers are back inside of me as he works me closer and closer to orgasm. "Do you have any idea how good you taste? It's all I've been able to fucking think about since you left my apartment. Are you trying to torture me? All I want to do is bury my tongue inside you; I want to lick, stroke and suck on you until you're coming on my tongue, Lex."

Hearing him talk like that takes me by surprise, so much so that my orgasm hits so suddenly that it seems to shock the both of us. I'm gasping, clutching at him to keep myself standing as wave after wave of pleasure assaults me. After hearing him talk like that, there was a part of me that almost wanted to beg him to drop to his knees and do just that.