Brothers of Paradise Series

I flip off her and start unbuckling my belt, pulling it out of the loops. She sits up beside me and her hands come to rest on my abdomen.

Her gaze flickers up to mine, and what I see in her eyes both humbles and excites me. “You can’t do anything wrong here, Ives,” I mumble. “Nothing that won’t turn me on. And we can stop at any time.”

She nods once, and then her focus is back on my pants, helping me pull them off. The bulge in my boxers is practically obscene, my whole body taut with excitement.

It goes against the grain, this. She was the one I’d planned on savoring for a good long while before I’d remove my own clothing. Her orgasms are what’s important.

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Ivy’s hands settle around the waistband of my boxers. “You’re going to have to show me how you like this,” she tells me.

“I will. But what did I just say?”

“That I can’t do anything wrong.”

“That’s right.”

She tugs my boxers down and my cock springs free, painfully hard. A breath escapes me at the sudden freedom.

Ivy is staring at it, at me, and it twitches eagerly beneath her gaze. Her hand reaches out and I hiss at the contact. She glances up at me, a smile on her lips. “This is fantastic.”

And fuck me if that isn’t the weirdest and best compliment I’ve ever gotten. I tuck an arm behind my head and watch as she starts to slowly stroke me. Her fingers pause to dance across the sensitive head and I grind my teeth together.

This is excruciating.

It’s also turning me on beyond belief.

“I never knew it would be this hard. It’s not like a limb, it’s… just really hard.” She snorts, her hand picking up speed. “Listen to me being coherent.”

It was more than I can be.

“Am I doing this right?”

I force myself to focus. She wants to learn. So I reach down and settle my hand around hers, tightening her grip. “Like this,” I murmur. “And faster when you stroke.”

She obliges, her hand starting to move on its own. I watch the blonde hair falling over my thigh, her hand moving, her face beautifully rapt…

Hand jobs had been consigned to the past, in my sexual life. They were usually something done quickly before a mouth was applied. At a certain point, you just graduate past them. I hadn’t really missed them.

But I should have, because this is the most erotic thing I’ve experienced in… oh, I can’t think that far back, not while my body feels like it’s a running current beneath my skin.

Ivy reaches below to cup my balls, still stroking, and I bark out a breath.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes. Better than okay.”

She laughs, a soft giggle that somehow goes straight to my cock, and it twitches again in her hand. Performing like some damn circus animal and loving every second of it.

I look up at the ceiling and wonder how much of this beautiful torture I have to endure. That’s when she puts her mouth on me.

She kisses the head of my cock, looking up at me as she widens her lips and slips it inside. I swallow thickly. “This was not part of the plan. The plan was you orgasming.”

She can’t smile, but I can see it in her eyes nonetheless. They’re glittering with determination and success. She’s enjoying this-more than that, it’s giving her confidence. And perhaps confidence is what she needs for this.

Her tongue swirls and I curse, looking away from her. It’s the slowest, most tantalizing, most inexperienced blow job I’ve ever had, and fuck if that doesn’t make it better somehow.

Ivy lets me go with a soft pop. “I’ve always wanted to try that,” she says, breathless. “I want to get really good at it.”

“Oh, you will, I’m sure of that.” I reach down and run a hand through her hair. “Done exploring?”

She frowns down at my cock, her hand stroking softly. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done.”

“Well, it will be, unless you give it a break.” That’s not a lie, either. Heat had been growing in my thighs, at the base of my spine, and I need to last a hell of a lot longer tonight. This isn’t about my pleasure.

Ivy gives a dramatic sigh and releases her grip. “I’ll see you later,” she says, and she’s not talking to me.

“He’s not going anywhere.”

The understatement of the year.

I roll over, her legs opening instinctively for me. Nothing but the warm fabric of her panties separating us now. Taking my time, I kiss her soundly before my fingers settle around the lace edges of her underwear. I sit back on my knees, worrying the fabric in my hands.

She looks up at me, her breasts rising with every quick breath she’s taking.

“I’m going to take these off,” I warn her. Giving her time to protest.

She gives me a nod. Go ahead.

Slowly, I peel the panties off her, and this time I get to watch the whole thing. They’re plain black cotton with a lace trim. Unbearably sexy.

But nothing near how sexy she is beneath them.

Fuck, but she’s perfect in every way, and I want her so much I’m near exploding without any damn stimulation. My hands on her knees, I keep them spread for me. Admiring the view.

It isn’t until she gives an embarrassed little laugh that I find my words. “You’re perfect, Ivy. So fucking perfect.”

“Flatterer,” she murmurs.

“No. I told you once, I don’t lie.” My hand starts stroking up her inner thighs, the soft skin like silk under my fingers. Touching her and finding the swollen center of pleasure at the top. She shudders as I start circling right there.

“Ivy,” I murmur.

“Mhm?”

“It’s a fucking crime I couldn’t see this in the Jeep.”

Her laughter is breathless. “Didn’t stop you though.”