Ivy didn't want him to move away. "Do we have a deal? Fifteen hundred for the night."
Fifteen hundred was an obscene amount of money. Ivy wasn't a whore, but she was attracted to the gorgeous man. The second she told him she was Tate's friend, he would think she was a gold digger. It was a no-win situation. Maybe she should leave.
He kissed her again. Making her wonder how his lips would feel on other parts of her body. He never stopped for an answer and walked her with their lips attached to the large sofa. They stood next to it as his hand ran up and down her side, over her hip, and drawing her closer into his bulge each time. She couldn't stop if she wanted to. The puddle between her legs had a pulsing that would have been impossible to satisfy on her own.
His promise of a night together had lured her. After months of stress, she needed someone to hold her. It had been too long since she received any affection. Her needs overpowered right from wrong as she let him lift her shirt over her head.
"So beautiful," he murmured, and his palms cupped her over the worn satin beige bra. Wouldn't a high priced hooker wear tiny lacy underthings? With a flick in the back, the old garment fell to the ground as his fingers teased her hardened nipples.
She let her own hands wander underneath his shirt. She hadn't expected muscles and smooth skin. He moved back slightly and lifted his shirt over his head. She gazed from his broad shoulder to narrow waist with a trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. He was chiseled to perfection. Not like a bodybuilder but like a man should be with not an ounce of fat on his body.
He smiled at her inspection. "Enjoying the view. I'm sure you brought your own, but my policy is to use my own protection." She gulped and definitely didn't have any of her own. "Upstairs is better." He pulled her hand towards the stairs, but stopped. "Wait, we didn't have dessert."
Her eyes widened as he held up a can of whipped cream. "Whatever." She tried to sound nonchalant.
"I was supposed to eat cake today, so eating you will be the next best thing." Once upstairs, his tone changed. "Take off your jeans."
She complied and was glad to be wearing a thong. Cotton bikinis would have given her away. She was pretty sure her friendship with Tate would be over as soon as she discovered Ivy's deceit.
He ripped the covers down to the bottom of the bed. "Lie down on your belly."
She climbed up and followed his instruction resting her chin under her hands with her elbows out to her side. He disappeared into the bathroom but returned with a box of condoms and a face cloth. She squirmed when the cold cream landed on her back. She felt his weight on the bed and the denim from his legs as he straddled her. Sensations she never experienced ricocheted around her body as his tongue lapped the cream off her back. He wiped her back with the damp cloth, as his husky voice commanded. "Turn over."
She looked up at his face. He was truly gorgeous with his straight nose and perfect smile. Licking his lips, he smiled wickedly, just before he shook the cream and sprayed it on her nipples. Her body bucked as his skilled tongue licked the sweet sticky mess from her breast. He had pinned her hips down as his groin pressed into her. Each buck caused friction, when he swore she knew she wasn't the only one who felt it.
"Fuck woman. You are worth every penny."
"Can I taste it?"
He smiled and squirted some in her mouth. Then his tongue attempted to get a taste before she swallowed. "Do you want more?"
She nodded. He stood and dropped his pants completely. Ivy stared at his thick, long erection. Did money buy beautiful penises? She had only dated poor students like herself and had never seen one so large. Her pelvic floor tightened in anticipation. He sat next to her on the bed and sprayed the cream on his erection with a wicked smile. He raised his eyebrows before reclining on his elbows.
Ivy had a short-lived relationship with a guy who had to stay a virgin because of his religion. He came in her mouth which left her frustrated. There was no way she would end the night frustrated. If she did, she would take his money. Feeling confident from her experience she leaned over and licked the cream off his tip. His cock hardened in response to her tongue lapping it. Then she opened her mouth and slowly let him in. Never had she feared choking before. Her hand gripped the base which didn't fit in. She bobbed only a few times before the sweet cream turned salty. She swallowed it and looked up at him.
"Fuck. You are good. Let's see if I can make you come."
With his head between her legs, it didn't take long with his magic mouth before she screamed out. "Oh my God." His laughter vibrated on her pulsing sex.
He climbed up on the bed and gathered her in his arms holding her tight. He kissed her forehead which was a romantic gesture. If he weren't extremely rich and she hadn't lied, she could fall in love with him. Ivy was too smart to allow it, but she hoped he wasn't done. Just as she thought he could be, he rolled over pinning her to the bed.
"I want to see how tight you are. Don't worry. I won't hurt you."
She shouldn't trust a stranger but she did. He reached over and grabbed a foil package and opened it with his teeth. She watched as he rolled it on and for a moment she wondered how many women he had promised not to hurt and licked cream off of their skin.
He kissed her lips as if conveying his promise to be gentle before he slowly inched his way in. "You are amazingly tight." Slowly he began thrusting his hips as she wrapped her legs around him and went for the ride. Each stroke built up the sensations until she was wound so tight she could snap or explode. The explosion came with a thundering force, and she held onto him as if she might fall into oblivion.
When he finally slowed. He looked down at her. "That was incredible." He stood much too soon for her liking and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, he slipped on his boxers and jeans without fastening them. "I need to clean up the kitchen."
"I can help."
He looked at her naked body and smiled. "Or you can stay just like that and wait for me."
He disappeared, and Ivy wondered if he meant it. She got up to use the bathroom. Then she picked up her thong, but her shirt was downstairs. With her hand covering her chest, she went downstairs and picked up his shirt and slipped it on.
He looked at her when she entered the kitchen. "Can I help?"
"Do you want more wine?"
"Do you?"
He smiled and nodded. "The bottle has breathed."
"So we must drink it." She mocked.
He chuckled. "Absolutely." He poured, and she took a sip. "What do you taste?"
"You still."
He laughed. "Not the answer I was going for. Berries? The oak barrel."
She shook her head. "It just tastes good."
"It'll have to do."
She didn't know if he meant her wine tasting or the kitchen. Either way, he grabbed the bottle and his glass. "Come on."
With three foil wrappers littering the floor, Baxter rolled off Ivy and gathered her close. The last time she had cuddled, she was an undergrad dating a guy at a different college for a split-second. They had slept in his twin dorm bed and had to spoon. A giggle escaped as she realized he was nothing like Baxter Kane.
"What's so funny?" His face burrowed into the back of her neck.
"I didn't expect you to be the cuddling type."
"It's safe to say you know nothing about me."
She bit her tongue because she knew he was the oldest of four children, a nationally recognized business executive, from Boston. The list wasn't long when she arrived in Colorado. "You are a wine connoisseur who can cook. You like cake and are really good at sex."
"Just really good."
She bit her lip to stop from saying the best she ever had. "Do you like terrific better?"
"It'll do." He said nothing as his breathing slowed.
Ivy added more to her list. He liked to be in control, but was gentle. She hadn't expected a sense of humor. His reputation was all work and no fun. They definitely had fun, but as she laid awake in the dark room, the guilt set in.
Ivy woke up to a poke on her ass. It didn't look light out. "What time is it?"
"Time for me to make you come again." His hand reached across her hip and he began fingering her.
She heard her breath hitch, and he stopped. The sound of foil was familiar. With one leg on top of his, he entered her from behind. Rocking back and forth it didn't take long before he achieved his goal.
As he stood up, he laughed. "I'd leave a great Yelp review for you."
Ivy laughed. "Yelp. Now that would be something." The reality of his statement hit her. He was done with her, and in the middle of the night, she made a decision.
He stood and went into the bathroom. "Every room has a bathroom if you want to clean up before you go."
She picked up her jeans before going to Tate's room. She didn't want to wash him off her yet, but she brushed her teeth and hair before removing her makeup. Dressed in cotton underwear and jeans with a clean shirt and bra, she carried her bag downstairs to collect her belongings. Maybe she could leave without him knowing.
She looked up from packing her bag, to see snow was falling rapidly out the large windows. There had to be a foot of accumulated snow already on the ground. Her car was around the corner, but Baxter's was in front. If his car was buried, hers would be too. She had to tell him that she couldn't leave.
She turned around when she heard his footsteps. He had his phone out frowning. "I'll get your money. I don't have it all in cash, but I can Venmo it."
"No!"
"No. You won't take a a Venmo?"
She bit her lip and shook her head. "I don't want your money."
"Why not? You earned it." He smiled, but it disappeared quickly. "Did Sinclair already pay you?"
"No. It's not what you think."
"Then enlighten me."
Ivy imagined him being very effective negotiating with the tone he just used. "I'm not a whore. I'm a student. A very poor one. Your offer was enticing, but it's not right. So I was hoping to leave, but the snow's too deep."
He looked out the window. "Oh crap! I'll be lucky to get back to Boston on Monday. Wait a minute, why were you in my house?"
She bit her lip and held her breath when his face turned menacing. As much as she didn't want to bring Tate into it, he looked at her like she broke in. If she held her breath long enough would she pass out? It was easier when he thought she was a hooker. Hooker and whore were two words she never imagined thinking about. She gathered her strength and squeaked out her friend's name.
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I hope you enjoyed week one. I know many of you hope I'll take you back to The Point. I have other plans for the next two years and beyond. The Point stories aren't going away. If you miss the beach, feel free to revisit them ❤️