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  Oh, God, what if he really does want a blow job? I don’t think I could fake that. I’ve seen it done, sure. But I’ve never, like… practiced.

  I grab my phone, desperate for some advice, and type in, What does it feel like to lose your virginity?

  I scan the results, pick the second entry, which is people telling their losing it story in a forum.

  Hurts.

  Feels like your vag is stretching.

  Amazing.

  Hurts.

  Hurts.

  Hurts.

  There is only one story that says amazing, so I go with that one. If I’m going to do it, I want it to be amazing. I didn’t save myself up all these years to let my first time be a disappointment.

  My boyfriend has the biggest cock. I’ve seen a lot of them watching porn, so I was scared. But he was careful with me. And let me be on top. It made all the difference. I eased down at my own pace, and instead of letting him fill me, I pretended like I was covering him. I rocked my hips a little when he was inside me and that just stimulated my clit like crazy. Before I knew it, the pain was over and I was enjoying myself. I even came. I know people will say I’m lying, but he was playing with my clit the whole time. And it just felt so good.

  OK. I’m feeling a little better about this. Better not ruin it with any more stories. I go back to Google and type in, How to give a blow job.

  I get a how-to video from a porn star this time. I need visuals and I need a professional. She qualifies. I watch the girl wrap her lips around the guy’s dick, her tongue flicking in and out. And then she explains the hand movements. Her palms twist as she sucks, bobbing up and down his shaft as she licks and tries to take him deep. The guy moans, so she is definitely doing it right.

  I make a mental list. Suck the tip, lick it, pump my hand, twist them a little, take him deep, and then…

  Ewww. She lets him come in her mouth. And when she’s done, she says that’s mandatory.

  I don’t know about that. I don’t think I can. I’ve seen videos where they come on the girl’s face. In fact, most of the time they do that.

  But in a porno, the girls always lick it, which is disgusting.

  I’m not going to do either of those. I’m going to let him unload in a condom.

  That makes me laugh, which makes me brave.

  You can do this, Ivy. He’s going to make it amazing, I just know it.

  I tear the hair tie out of my ponytail and shake my long blonde hair out a little. And then I step outside.

  Nolan is looking directly at me, arms stretched out along the blue-tiled rim of the pool, treading water in the deep end. “Well,” he says, “I didn’t expect to see you again.”

  “Why not? Think you scare me?”

  “Yes.”

  I lift my head up, defiant. “Well, you don’t.”

  “Maybe you should reconsider.”

  I step into the pool and walk down the steps until the water is deep enough for me to sink into.

  “I like the suit. It’s a good choice.”

  I sigh, because I was brought up to be polite. And this was basically a gift. “Thank you. I do too. I can pay you for it—”

  “I don’t need your money.”

  “Whatever.”

  “You want to explain what set you off back there?”

  OK, here goes nothing. Be Opposite Ivy. “I don’t like being talked to that way.”

  “No?” he says back with a smile. “Why not?”

  “It’s rude, for one.”

  “It’s hot.”

  “To you maybe. I’m not—”

  But I stop short. Opposite Ivy wouldn’t say that, would she? Opposite Ivy would like it.

  “Just admit it, it’s hot. I get it, you’re not used to it. But that doesn’t mean you have to close yourself off to it.”

  I don’t know what to say. I’m not really Opposite Ivy. I wish Nora was here. She’d know what to say to a guy like Nolan Delaney. She’d have quick, witty comebacks all ready to go. She’d stand toe to toe with him and come out winning.

  Nolan pushes off the wall of the pool and comes swimming towards me. Slowly. One leisurely stroke at a time. “You’re not what, Ivy? Hot? Desirable? Ready for something… new and different?”

  I am ready for something new and different. Even though he scares me. I am ready. I swim forward, doing a side stroke into the middle of the pool, and meet him halfway.

  “What happened back there?”

  “Nothing happened. I was mad. That’s all.”

  “Because I said I wanted to fuck you? Put my cock in your mouth? Are you really that timid?”

  “I’m not used to it.”

  He moves closer, his arms wrapping around my waist, and my hands automatically go to his shoulders to keep afloat.

  “That’s a step forward.”

  “Look—”

  “No, you look. Don’t be so uptight. Just relax, for fuck’s sake. Enjoy it. It’s a hot summer night, we’re in the middle of the desert, at a huge resort that has a total of thirteen guests including you. We’re in a secluded pool, total privacy.”

  Oh, my God. I think he wants to fuck me in the pool. This is going way too fast for me.

  “Your heart is beating so fast. Do I scare you that much? Do you really think I’m a rapist?”

  “That’s not what—” But I stop again. Because he’s going to ask me what I’m really worried about if I continue.

  “Then what?”

  “I mean, yes, of course. You have a very bad reputation, Nolan. It’s something I can’t forget about.”

  He looks me in the eyes for a few seconds. “You only see what they want you to see. A bad guy. A player. And yeah, I’ve had my share of fun and most of it has been with women. But I’m not that guy in the news. I’m just Mr. Romantic.”

  I make a noise that might be a laugh if I wasn’t so nervous. “I’m not sure that’s any better than Nolan Delaney.”

  “It is,” he says. His hands slide over my hips in a very provocative gesture. One even slips over the curve of my ass cheek, his fingers lifting the bathing suit up a few inches. “Trust me, it is.”

  I stare at his eyes, the green shimmering with the light reflecting off the water. “You said it was ironic. Like your book.”

  “It was meant to be. But if you ever get to know the real me, you’ll see what I mean. I’m not all irony, Ivy. I have a very serious, straight side too.”

  “Show me,” I say, surprised by my bravado.

  He leans in and kisses me. His hand leaves my hip and grabs the back of my neck, preventing me from pulling away.

  I don’t pull away, so it’s a wasted gesture. And as soon as he understands that, he fists it and pushes me closer. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard cock rubbing the sensitive skin near my ass.

  I could go all the way tonight. Let him tease me into the adult world of sex, and dirty talk, and midnight fucks in a swimming pool. I could let him just… be him. And tomorrow this will be over. I’ll just be Ivy again, minus one intact cherry. And we’ll talk business.

  I could do this and go home feeling new and ready for whatever comes. A new man, a new job, a new life.

  “Have you ever done it in a pool, Ivy?” he says into my mouth.

  I shake my head no.

  “Well.” He reaches one arm out, pulling us through the water towards the shallow end. And when his feet touch the floor, he walks forward. My arms are still holding onto his perfect shoulders, my legs still circling his muscled waist. “It’s not as fun as it sounds.” He carries me up the steps of the pool and walks over to his bungalow. “So we’re going to take this inside.”

  Chapter Fifteen - Nolan

  She clings to me. And even though that little display back in the restaurant should be nothing but warning bells going off in my head, I ignore them. Something is wrong, but I’m not sure it’s about me. So I’m going to ignore it.

  Her heart is beating so fast against my chest, I almost ask her wha
t the fuck. But I figure it’s just a little residual fear over what Claudette told her. I’m dangerous.

  I’m mad about that, and I will be confronting Claudette about it later.

  But not now. She’s hundreds of miles away. Right now the only thing I want to do is fuck this girl. I get it, she’s inexperienced. Probably only ever fucked one guy. I like that, to be honest. I like her inexperience.

  “Don’t be nervous,” I say in her ear when we step into my bedroom. I set her down and say, “It’s fine. I’m good, I swear.”

  “I don’t doubt it. But I’m—” She stops short.

  “You’re what?”

  “I’m not that good.”

  “It’s OK. I’ll be patient. I’ll tell you what I like and if you tell me what you like, it will be a lot of fun. Don’t you want to have fun, Ivy? Say screw tomorrow and have some fun?”

  “Yeah.” She sighs. “I want to think I do, anyway.”

  “OK,” I say, dragging the strap of her bathing suit down her shoulder. “Did you buy this to drive me crazy? Because it’s sexy as fuck.”

  “No.” But then she stops and reconsiders. I know because she blushes. Even though there is only one small light on in my room, I can see the redness of her cheeks. “Maybe a little.”

  “So you were thinking about me? About how I wanted to fuck you.”

  She nods.

  “Say it.”

  “Say what?” she whispers.

  “Say you want me to fuck you.”

  She bites her lip and I can’t control myself. I lean in and kiss her. My tongue is more demanding now. “I’ll lick your pussy like this if you want. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

  She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”

  “How do you like it? Fast and thrusting? Or slow and swirly?”

  “Um…” She stops, like she’s really considering this question. It’s cute. She takes it all so, so seriously.

  “Say it, Ivy. Tell me. The more you tell me, the better it will be. I’ll do whatever you want. Lick you, suck you, squeeze your tits until you whimper. I’ll fuck your ass if you want. I bet your asshole is a virgin, isn’t it? I bet you have no idea how good that feels, do you?”

  “No,” she says.

  “I can show you. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” she breathes into my mouth. “Maybe tonight. Maybe we can do that?”

  “Ah, you horny little slut. You want me in your ass? Fuck, yeah, Ivy Rockwell, I’m going to make you wish you met me years ago, before anyone else got to you first. Ruined you with boring intercourse. I won’t ruin you, Ivy. I’m going to make you wish I was your first. Make you beg me to do it again, and again.”

  “Make me wish that, Nolan.”

  “I will. I will.” I lower her other strap, and then yank her wet bathing suit down her body and peel it off, asking her to step out of it, one leg at a time, as she holds tight to my shoulders.

  I throw it aside and she says, a little breathlessly, “I want to be on top.”

  “OK, baby. I’m not gonna argue with that. But take my shorts off first. You can’t suck my cock with my shorts on.” She takes a deep breath and I start wondering just how much BJ experience she has. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

  She shakes her head, just a little bit. Like she’s embarrassed.

  Jesus. That makes me so fucking hard. “Don’t worry,” I say, petting her hair, the silky blonde strands slipping through my fingers until I reach her breast. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “I’ll tell you just how I like it. OK?” She presses her lips together, like she might not be OK with this. “For a girl who wants me to fuck her ass tonight, you sure seem nervous about all this other stuff.”

  “Sorry,” she says.

  “Don’t be. I love it. I love knowing I’ll be your first. I’ll teach you everything, Ivy. Now get on your fucking knees and take my shorts off so I can stick my cock down your throat.”

  She starts breathing heavy, almost panting. But she drops to her knees. I place her hand on my hard cock and make her squeeze it.

  “Do it,” I say, grabbing her hair and yanking a little. She moans again as her fingertips ease under the waistband of my swim trunks, tugging them down my legs until they drop on the floor.

  I fist my cock, pumping it a few times, and say, “Are you ready to blow me?”

  “Yessss,” she hisses through her teeth.

  “Then put your hand right here, Ivy.” I take her hand and place it over my shaft.

  “You’re so hard.”

  “You make me hard. Now pump it. Yeah,” I say, “just like that.” She’s got a little technique going and I’m pleasantly surprised, a twisting motion as she slides her hand up and down my dick. “I want to be inside your mouth, Ivy. I want to feel your throat. Open up.”

  She opens her mouth, leaning forward, but then she hesitates.

  “It’s OK,” I say. “I won’t go deep. Yet.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine and I grip her hair even tighter. “Jesus, Ivy. Are you sure this is your first time?”

  She smiles, gaining confidence.

  “Open wider, Ivy. It’s not going to fit like that.”

  She opens wider, waiting for me to move forward, but instead of doing it that way, I surprise her when I thrust her towards me and my dick slips inside her hot, wet mouth. Her lips seal around it automatically, her teeth scraping along my skin. I wince, but I don’t chastise her. I’ll take what I can get right now. If I scare her, she might not want to finish me off.

  I ease deeper and she gags. I love the fucking gag reflex. I love when I’m fucking a girl and I stick my fingers down her throat to make her gag. Her pussy clamps down, every time.

  I want to feel that with Ivy Rockwell.

  I need my fingers in her pussy. I need to make her gag on my cock as I’m fingering her, just so I can feel the muscles clamp down.

  “Get up,” I say, pulling on her hair as she stands. “Shhh,” I say, when she looks worried. “I love it. But I want to finger you as you suck. So come here.”

  I sit down on the bed and lie back. “Turn around, Ivy. Sit on my chest and suck my cock while I stare at your pussy.”

  She takes a deep breath and lets it out. But she climbs on, and positions herself just as I asked. Her ass is perfect. Two round globes, her pussy peeking out at me, practically dripping. Practically begging me to fuck her.

  “Suck, baby. Keep going.”

  She lowers her mouth to my dick again, her hot breath covering me, until her wet tongue is licking and swirling around my head.

  “Deeper,” I say, scooting her down so she will be able to take me in. I grab her hair and push. She responds by opening wider, gagging a little.

  I shake my head. Damn. Everything she’s doing is perfect.

  My fingers can’t get inside her fast enough. I slip one in and she startles, gasping for air. But I just say, “Shhh,” and keep her head in position.

  I go slower this time, easing in and out of her pussy. It’s slick enough, so I stick another finger in. This time she wriggles until my fingers fall out.

  “You don’t like it?” I ask.

  “I do,” she says, the air cold against my wet dick. “I just like it… slow. Can you do it slow?”

  “Sure,” I say. “I’ll do anything you say, Ivy. So don’t be shy. The key to fantastic sex is talking. I like it fast. I want your head bobbing up and down my dick like you want to eat it. So if you do it my way, I’ll do it your way.”

  She inhales and then resumes, her motion much faster now, just the way I like it.

  I go slow. So painfully fucking slow. It drives me crazy to do it her way. It makes me so fucking hard, I just want to explode.

  Easy, Nolan.

  “Fuck, yes, Ivy. That’s perfect.” I can feel her smile around my cock and I take my attention back to her pussy. I let go of her hair and use my fingers to spread her open, then sit up a little so I can lick her clit.

 
“Oh, my God,” she says, my dick falling out of her mouth.

  “What?”

  “That feels so good.”

  Shit, that boring boyfriend guy must not know how to lick pussy, because this is basic stuff.

  Well, I have no complaints about that. She will never forget the way I eat pussy. I’m going to ruin her for life with this night.

  I ease a finger in and wish I could lick her everywhere, finger her, and fuck her all at the same time.

  She moans and wiggles, but she doesn’t stop again. Her mouth is so full of saliva, I can feel it dripping down onto my balls. So I pump her a little harder. Soft and slow is nice, but the hard fuck is what makes girls come.

  “Do you like it?” I ask.

  “Mmmm,” she moans.

  “Come,” I say. “Come like this and then I’ll make you come again. I’ll make you come all night if you want, but I want to taste it right now.”

  Her moans get deeper and I know she’s close, so I grab her hair again and start thrusting my cock inside her mouth. She gags, pulls back. But I hold her there. Waiting for it. Waiting for her throat to constrict, to grip me tight. And when that happens, she clenches her pussy, gasping for breath, desperate to get my cock out of her mouth as she comes all over my fingers.

  I lean forward and lick her juices as I blow my load into her throat.

  Chapter Sixteen - Ivy

  I have never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. And if this is what sex is like, and he’s not even inside me yet, it is amazing.

  But then I feel his cock tighten, and then there’s a rush of come, filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pull back, gagging, choking. His come drips out of my mouth. The taste of salt and something else I can’t identify—come, I say in my head.

  “Turn around, Ivy. You want to be on top? Get the fuck on top. I can come again and again.”

  “Condom,” I say, wiping my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he says. “I’m clean. Aren’t you on birth control?”

  “No,” I say. “Condom.”

  “OK,” he says, pushing me off to the side as he gropes around for a towel. He wipes my face with a smile. “You like that? You came pretty hard. I felt your pussy gripping my fingers.”