Shades of Desire

Jace

I couldn't stop thinking about what Ivy said. She wasn't wrong. All we've been doing is fucking, and I've never questioned it. It felt right, didn't it? But hearing it from her, it made me wonder if I was missing something.

The truth was, I wasn't used to thinking past the physical stuff. With Ivy, it felt different—more, somehow—but I couldn't figure out how to show it. I wasn't the kind of guy to take girls out on dates, to ask about their day or what they wanted. I wasn't that guy.

But Ivy? She deserved more. I knew it, even if I didn't know how to give it to her.

So I texted her. Let's go out tonight. I'll pick you up at 8.

She replied almost instantly: No, I'll come to your apartment.

That was fine with me. Made things easier.

At 8 on the dot, she showed up. When I opened the door, my breath caught. She was wearing this dress—dark red, silky, and tight in all the right places. It clung to her curves like it was made for her, with thin straps and a low neckline that made it hard to focus on anything else. The fabric shimmered a little as she moved, and the slit on the side of her thigh teased just enough skin to drive me crazy.

"You look..." I started, struggling to find the words. "You look amazing."

She smiled, but there was something in her eyes—something unsure, like she didn't know if this whole date thing was right. Honestly, neither did I, but I was trying.

We got in the car, and I drove us to this nice restaurant I'd heard about. Not too fancy, but enough to make it feel like a date. The kind of place that would've impressed most girls. But when we sat down, it was... awkward.

I'm not the romantic type, and it showed. I didn't know what to say, didn't know how to act. Ivy was trying to talk, making small talk, asking about random shit. But I wasn't giving her much. I didn't mean to be a dick about it—I just didn't know how to do this whole "normal couple" thing.

She asked me about my week, and I just shrugged. "It was fine."

She tried again. "All going okay?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I could tell she was getting frustrated, and honestly, I didn't blame her. The silence between us stretched, and it was like she could read my mind. She leaned in, voice low.

"You wanna get out of here?" she asked, and my heart skipped. She was thinking what I was thinking.

But I stopped myself, remembering why we were here. "No. We're on a date," I said, almost like I was trying to convince myself more than her. "We should be on a date."

Her eyes flickered with something—maybe surprise, maybe disappointment. "Jace, I don't care about this," she said, her voice softer now. "I don't want to be here either. I want you."

That was it. The tension between us, the awkwardness—it all fell away in that moment. She reached across the table, her hand brushing against mine. "I want you to fuck me."

Hearing those words come out of her mouth hit me like a punch to the gut. All the restraint I'd been holding onto snapped. I tossed some cash on the table, and we were out of there within minutes.

Back at my apartment, the second the door closed, she was on me. Her lips crashed into mine, desperate, hungry, and I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around me. Her dress hiked up, and I could feel the heat of her skin against mine. My hands roamed, sliding under the silky fabric, tracing the line of her thigh.

We stumbled to the bedroom, ripping off clothes as we went. Her dress was the first to go, and I couldn't help but stare for a second, taking her in. She was perfect.

I pinned her against the wall, my mouth moving from her lips to her neck, biting just enough to make her moan. Her fingers dug into my back, nails raking down my skin as I pushed her against the bed, climbing on top of her.

I spread her legs wide, pressing against her, teasing her as I slid my fingers over her slick skin. She gasped, arching her back, and I couldn't wait any longer. I thrust into her, hard, and she cried out, her nails digging deeper into my shoulders.

"Jace," she breathed, her voice filled with need. "Harder."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, pounding into her over and over. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath me as she came, but I wasn't done. I needed more, needed to feel all of her.

I flipped her over, her back arching as she pressed against me, and I took her again, my hands gripping her hips as I drove into her, faster, harder. She screamed my name, her body shaking, and that's when I finally let go, the pleasure washing over me as I finished inside her.

We collapsed together, her head resting on my chest, both of us trying to catch our breath.

For a moment, everything was quiet. And for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I needed to say anything. Maybe this is who I was—maybe this was all I could give.