Page 4 of Recovering Ivy (Red Team #4)

We walked out of the bar hand in hand, Zane checking both ways before he tucked me close and crossed the street.

He opened the door to an apartment building and motioned for me to enter first. There was no conversation on the way to the bank of elevators, the silence was exhilarating.

For some reason it had ratcheted up my excitement.

It felt naughty and illicit to be following a stranger back to his apartment with the singular purpose to have sex.

The danger and stupidity of the situation also added to the fantasy.

The elevator opened and once again he allowed me to enter first. The doors closed, and Zane pushed the top button indicating the penthouse and slid a plastic keycard into the slot.

The elevator started to ascend and my heart started beating triple time.

This was it, I was going home with a man and I didn’t even know his last name.

I hadn’t even spoken more than a handful of words to him.

“Ivy?” I hadn’t noticed he’d moved and was now standing in front of me.

“Yeah?”

“We’re here.”

I’d been so lost in my head I hadn’t realized the elevator had stopped moving and the metal doors had slid open.

Zane unlocked his door and pushed it open.

We stepped over the threshold and there had been no time to take in my surroundings before I was pushed up against the wall.

The chills I’d felt when I first heard his voice were back and had multiplied, the area between my legs flooded.

I’d never been manhandled and caged in, nor had I ever been this excited without even being touched.

My purse fell from my hand and landed with a loud thud on the hardwood floor.

“If at any time you want this to stop, you say so.” Zane’s face was intense and only inches from mine, his erection pushed against my belly and my pussy clenched.

“If you’re uncomfortable, you say so.” I nodded my acknowledgement, unable to formulate words.

“I’m gonna fuck you against the wall quick and dirty before I take you to bed. ”

“Oh, god.” Those two words were all I could say before Zane’s mouth was on mine and his hands had gone to work unbuttoning my blouse.

I was still in my stuffy work clothes and had never been more thankful I wore skirts to the office.

With my shirt unbuttoned, Zane broke the kiss and pulled back to look at my bra-covered breasts.

Large deft fingers popped the front clasp of my bra open, giving him a clear view of my puckered nipples.

His thumb brushed over one and it hardened even more.

Heaven.

“So sexy,” Zane said before he latched on and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I needed more, something, anything, friction.

I’d yet to really feel his body and realized my hands had lamely fallen to my sides.

I’d been too intoxicated by his kiss. Once his lips had touched mine and our tongues had tangled all thoughts had vanished.

I needed to see him, touch him, taste him, too.

I clumsily pulled at his t-shirt hoping he’d understand my intentions and luckily, he did; unfortunately, that meant he had to disengage his mouth from licking around my nipple.

“Impatient,” he muttered.

“Yes.” The answer came without embarrassment. I was too far gone to worry about how that made me sound. If he didn’t hurry and fuck me, I might die.

He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, fished a condom from it, then tossed the billfold to the floor.

His pants were undone and pushed down, the sound of the foil packet ripping echoed in the room, and once he was sheathed, he yanked my skirt around my waist. My panties were the only obstacle left.

Not to be deterred, he moved them to the side and pushed a finger inside me.

“Holy shit,” I moaned. His finger felt so good, but it was gone all too soon.

“So fucking wet. I can’t wait.” His hands moved to my ass and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing.

Trapping me between the cold wall and his large warm body, he removed one hand and used it to guide himself to where I wanted him.

The tip of his cock lingered at my opening and he waited for me to look at him before he started to push inside.

“Ah, fuck,” he cursed, causing another gush of excitement to coat the head of his dick.

“So fucking tight.” I watched the hardness of his features soften as the haze of sex started to pull him under.

I was happy to see I wasn’t the only one affected; he seemed to be just as lost in the moment as I was.

He dipped his hips to get a better angle and with a hard thrust he was balls deep.

I let out a strangled cry and my head fell back, hitting the wall with a crack.

My nails dug into his shoulders and I held on, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

It had been a long time since I’d had a man inside me, and never one as large as Zane.

He didn’t give me long before he drew back and shoved back in with such force a moan tore from my throat.

“Oh, God.”

“Hang on, sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars.”

And he did. He fucked me with precision and determination.

Two words I’d never thought to associate with sex, but there it was; that was exactly what he’d done.

His strokes were hard and precise, each push and pull hitting the perfect place inside me.

He was determined to fuck me so hard I would feel him for days.

I couldn’t hold back, my hips rocked with his, and when his thumb brushed over my clit, the mountain he’d been building turned into a volcano.

I was damn near erupting; I could feel the heat bubbling to the surface.

“I’m almost…” I panted.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good. Let go, sweetheart.”

“Almost.”

“Come for me, Ivy. I want to feel your tight pussy come around my cock.”

That did it.

His filthy words were the match I needed to ignite my release. My orgasm broke loose, and I screamed my pleasure.

“That’s it. So goddamn sweet.” And if it was possible, he fucked me harder until something new was building, threatening to rip me apart.

My vision had blurred, my breasts swelled, and I broke out in a sweat.

“Again.” Zane’s voice had turned rough and hard.

“You’re there. Take it, Ivy. Come with me. ”

He grunted and continued to thrust until my body convulsed, and I indeed saw stars. Sometime during my out-of-body experience, he planted deep and came.

“Christ. You’ll be the death of me,” he whispered into my neck.

Sex against the wall? Best thing ever.