Remember Ivy from End Game? Well, she's back with her own story. But don't worry if you haven't read End Game, this can be read as a standalone.
We follow Ivy as she returns to London having been offered a job at Risk, the Kink Club owned by Za...
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~ ~ Alex ~ ~
Josh's brows slanted inward. "Done holding back?" he repeated my words back to me.
My hands clenched and unclenched. "Yeah, Right now. I want to take this in the direction we both know it's heading."
"You mean right now? Just with us two here?" His eyes held a mix of heat and hope.
"Yeah." My hand gestured between us. "Right now. This is about you and me."
"So you're saying we don't have to wait till later? When Ivy gets here?"
I shook my head. "I wanted Ivy here because—" I stopped and tried to think of a better way to explain it. "—I was thinking about this all wrong." Our conversation from the kitchen came to mind. "You told me that what you feel for me is separate from Ivy and it would still be there without her here with us, yeah?"
"Yeah," he answered, nodding for me to go on.
"And I want that too. I don't want to feel it's wrong, just it being the two of us. Not that I've changed my mind about it being the three of us either. I mean, that feels right. Ivy is right for us." Grumbling more to myself because I was shit at explaining things. "Am I making any fucking sense here?"
"You think Ivy wouldn't like us fucking without her?"
Maybe? Or that's the way I had been thinking or maybe I'd just been using that an excuse because I'd been shit scared at fucking this up."What I'm trying to say is you're just as important. This. Us. It means something to me too."
And right now I wanted this moment, our first time together, to be about us.
Maybe it was selfish, but I wanted it all to myself. I didn't want it on display for anyone else to dissect.
This was about me accepting who I was and what I wanted. And what I wanted was standing right in front of me.
Josh was looking at me now, biting back a face splitting smile.
"I'm all in, Josh." Yeah, it's not a declaration or love, but it was pretty damn close.
Pushing off the wall, I moved toward him, my hands lifting to graze his abs. Josh groaned softly when I dragged my fingers over his ribs, sucking in as I flattened my palms and teased over the hard-planes of his chest.
Not wanting to rush, paying attention to every smooth surface, the increase in his breathing, the heat that was building between us.
I touched him everywhere, my fingers roaming over this torso, up to his shoulder and back down. I wasn't teasing, or wanting to dominate him in any way. I just wanted to enjoy this new side to us and the muted rumbles passing through Josh's chest as his eyes closed, said he liked it, enjoyed my attention, the closeness.
...Until I wanted more.
Whilst his eyes remained closed, I leaned in and licked his nipple. Circling the small raised bumps with my tongue before grazing it with my teeth.
