Chapter 92: Wider For His Exploration

“Ivy?” Stas gasped, his heart pounding at her action.

Ivy’s grip on his hand was hard. Maybe it was the alcohol that strengthened her or weakened him, but he couldn’t pull away.

Her finger shifted her pants, and she pushed his hand to her center, making his hand instantly wet.

“Touch me,” she said again, parting her legs.

He knew she was tipsy, hell, he was too, but he hadn’t expected the shot to push her like this. As much as it pained his soul, he found his strength and pulled away. “You’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not.” Her voice sharpened. “I’m tipsy and horny. Now touch me, or else I’ll do it myself.”

Her threat, her boldness, the look in her eyes, his own weakness, all encouraged him, and he went back in. His fingers traced the curves of her center, testing her.

She moaned, throwing her head back on the car seat, pressing his hand against her.

He pressed a button beside him and rolled up the partition. Those sounds were reserved for him.

Nobody else had the right to listen to them.

This was the Ivy he knew first, the Ivy that was bold and demanding, the one who knew exactly what she wanted in bed. The one who had driven him crazy that night, the one he couldn’t take his mind off.

He flicked her clit with his finger before dipping it inside. He was shocked and delighted to find that she was soaking wet.

She clung to him, her eyes shut and legs getting wide open.

His finger thrust inside her, and she moaned again, rocking to the rhythm he set.

“Silas,” she moaned, rolling her eyes and curling her fist in a ball.

He felt the warm gush of her release as he drummed her insides. But she wasn’t done. She held his hand, encouraging him to go deeper, to go faster.

And he did just that.

He found her center, flicking and thumbing her clit. She bit her lip, lifting her legs and pressing into the seat.

“Oh, Ivy,” he moaned, his cock throbbing against his pants.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered, and he obeyed.

He slipped his hand into the opening of her gown, found one of her breasts, and squeezed it. He had been craving this all night—ever since she sauntered down the stairs earlier when he came to get her.

Thoughts of her breasts had occupied his mind, and now, just touching one of them fulfilled him.

He thumbed her nipple as he circled a finger deep inside her. He slipped another in and she groaned.

“Silas!” she gasped through gritted teeth, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Her insides tightened, and he knew she was about to climax again.

“Silas,” she breathed, throwing her head back as another splash of pleasure crashed over her.

Finally, he removed his fingers, allowing her to catch her breath. She was panting, sweating, but also smiling.

He avoided her eyes, unable to look at her. He didn’t know what to expect, so he sat still, waiting for her to make a move.

“Silas,” she moaned as she reached for him.

She pulled him gently and covered his mouth with hers. He opened immediately, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He lifted her to his legs, and pressed her against the bulge in his trousers.

Her mouth claimed him in a sweet embrace as she ground against him. Silas clenched to her, his body vibrating with passion. She lifted her head abruptly. “I think we’re home.”

Knocked out of his senses, Silas had to listen for a while before realizing she was indeed correct.

“Yes,” he murmured.

A mischievous smile tugged on her lips. “Want to continue this upstairs?”

“Heck yeah,” he said quickly, and she chuckled.

He lifted her, his hands possessively on her butt. She wrapped her hands around his neck and laughed. Her laughter filled him with delight, his heart fluttered at the look in her green eyes.

He carried her upstairs, unlocked the door quickly, and laid her gently on the bed. He removed his shoes, his jacket, his eyes never leaving her body.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, his phone vibrated. He ignored it, removing it altogether.

She bit her lip, her eyes narrowing. “Are you not going to get that?”

“It’s not important,” he said, slipping out of his trousers.

“Fuck, Silas,” she moaned, her eyes glinting with passion as they fixated on his protruding cock from below.

“Like what you see?” he teased, crawling up to her.

“Love it,” she replied, her eyes sharp with fervor.

He parted her legs gently and used his mouth to take off her pants, the act parting her legs even wider for exploration. As Silas was about to delve inside her, his phone rang again.

Ivy raised her head. “You should really get that.”

He groaned, “Don’t want to.” But before he even finished, the phone was ringing again.

Silas stood up and picked up the phone on the floor. He frowned at his screen when he saw it was Thomas calling. “Hey, Bro,” he answered.

“Hey, Silas,” Thomas said, sounding tired. “I just wanted to know if you guys got home safe.”

“We did,” Silas replied, glancing at Ivy and hoping his food wasn’t getting cold.

“So, I just received news that another building is available,” Thomas said. “I would love for Ivy to come check it out tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure, sure.”

Thomas must have heard the impatience in his voice as he said, “Sorry for disturbing you, just couldn’t keep the news to myself.”

“It’s okay,” Silas said, his voice a little apologetic. “Thank you very much for doing this. I appreciate you.”

“My pleasure. Send my regards to Ivy,” Thomas said.

“Yeah, and mine to Rosie.”

“Sure. Good night,” Thomas said, ending the call.

Silas dropped the phone and, with a sigh, made his way back to the bed. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Ivy replied with a smile. “What was the call about?”

“Thomas found you a new building. He wants you to check it out tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Ivy gasped, sitting upright. “Where is this new place?”

“I have no idea,” Silas replied. “You could ask him tomorrow when you see him.”

“In that case,” she said, standing up. “Let’s celebrate that.”

She slipped out of her red gown, a smirk on her lips. Silas moaned as his cock erected. She was naked and beautiful.

“Fuck, Ivy, you’re driving me crazy,” he confessed, taking off his shorts.

She gasped at his length, and for a brief second, he saw the fear in her eyes before it was replaced with fire.

He went to her, her nipples pink and hard for him. She pulled him closer, taking his mouth in hers.

He grabbed her, pinning her in between his legs. Her body crashed into his, grinding, craving for more.

“I can’t wait,” she murmured against his lips, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He laid her on the bed, took her nipples in his mouth, one after the other, and entered her.

Ivy gasped, sizzling under him. She wrapped her legs around him, digging her nails into his back.

Silas thrust into her, losing himself inside her. For a moment, he saw nothing except her body, beautiful.

He pounded slowly, faster, until he felt nothing but bliss.

He had been waiting for this for a long time, hoping he would get the opportunity to explore her body again. And here she was, willing, ready, and hot.

As the moment intensified, as her moans encouraged him, Silas realized he could actually fall in love with Ivy.