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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~ ~ Josh ~ ~
In the aftermath, and as the sweat on my skin cooled, I stared up at the ceiling in Alex's room. Lay to my left was the man himself. Turning my head, he was lying on his side facing away from me, his breaths steady and even.
My heart and lungs had long since recovered from that incredible moment, but my brain was still trying to wrap itself around the whole thing.
It didn't seem real.
Alex and I had just had sex.
And it ranked up there as one of my best and most intense moments. My only other intense moments having been with Ivy and when all three of us were together.
I would have pinched myself to check I hadn't dreamt it if not for the bittersweet soreness in my arse right now.
And just as good was the fact that we'd turned a corner in our relationship. It was as though the choke-chain on his control had snapped and he was free to let himself feel more.
More for me.
And I didn't have a clue what had brought it on.
Had something happened whilst I was out?
Either way, I sure as hell welcomed it.
And wanted more of it. The two of us. The three of us. Just more of all of it.
But lying here, part of me wanted to dissect it. Make sure we're on the same page. That this was a relationship and not just sex.
He'd said some stuff in the shower, but I would be the first to admit, half of it got lost in translation because of the way he was looking at me and the sexual energy pouring off him.
And when he touched me, and not in the rough, demanding way I was expecting, my brain went offline and my dick was in the drivers seat.
Snapping me from my thoughts, Alex cleared his throat. "Am I interrupting some serious thinking over there?" There was a hint of wariness in his tone.
"Nah," shifting onto my side, I moved closer, and taking a risk, I pressed my lips to his shoulder.
I didn't realise the relief I'd get from him not baulking or pulling away from my touch. My words were soft when I said, "I don't want to move from your bed."
"No rush, is there?" he asked.
None, other than I'd promised my mum I'd call round to look at her washing machines as it was on the fritz again.
"No rush," I repeated.
Alex grunted his agreement, then asked. "You good... with what happened?
"Good? Shit, Alex. I'm better than good. You?"
"Yeah. I'm good too. Fantastic."
Fantastic. And didn't that have my heart thumping in a whole different way as we went back to a comfortable silence for a while before I asked. "What time will Ivy be here, later?"
