Page 59 of Strange Love

Corey - Age 18, 1989

Ilaughed when Taz brought up the idea of participating in the talent show, but he was persistent, as always. He has a way of wearing you down with his enthusiasm. He even roped Landry into it, and once that happened, I couldn’t say no.

As I stood on stage with my friends, lip-syncing and dancing, I was so happy we did it. Our last year of high school ends in just a few short months, and we will all cherish this memory forever. When Ivy’s jaw dropped in awe at our performance, it made all doubts worth it. Her face was priceless, lit up with embarrassment when I dedicated the performance to her and that kiss. It was right up there with winning a championship. I’ve definitely won.

Everyone’s hungry and too amped to go straight home, so we head to the diner. We take a big corner booth, everyone laughing and in good spirits. Of course, we won the show, which we knew we would. The fact that we’d been practicing these stupid songs and dances everywhere, including Taz and me in the locker room, didn’t make Coach happy, but it was all worth it.

After we finish eating, we all go our separate ways. Taz offers to drive Sascha home because they live together now, which is still completely unbelievable to me, but at least he’s out of that house. It’s taking all the restraint I have not to grab Landry and go over there and beat the shit out of his brother, but I know that won’t help Taz. Besides, he seems happy living with Sascha’s family for now. He’s been sober and attending class and practice, so I’ll let it go.

Now that the evening is winding down, I only think about getting Ivy alone. Every second I’m near her, my fingers itch to touch her, make her smile, and hear the soft coos she makes when I kiss her neck. I wasn’t lying when I told her that she was addictive. If I could have Ivy Owens and fresh ice for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man.

That addiction is how we find ourselves here. The heat of our bodies radiates through the cramped space of my car. The windows are fogged from our heavy breaths as I unzip her jeans, her bra long since removed and tossed into the front seat.

“Please, please keep going,” she begs. Smiling against her lips, my hand slips between her legs, under her plain cotton panties. Her begging is a desperate plea, and I can feel her need radiating from every inch of her body. My hand moves with purpose, and a moan escapes her lips as I start rubbing slow circles on her clit. I press my lips against her neck, devouring the taste of her sweat and desire. Her body is on fire for me.

My other hand leaves her neck and back to her breast, kneading and squeezing before rubbing my rough thumb over her swollen nipple. I apply more pressure to her clit as I dip my head and take her nipple into my mouth, flicking and sucking in rhythm with the hand that continues to work her pussy.

My thumb works her clit as I slip my middle finger inside. I know she’s never been touched like this before, so I take my time, pumping my middle finger in and out until she begins to meet my timing with her hips. Sensing she’s ready, I add another finger, stretching her slightly. My fingers are soaked with her arousal, the sounds echoing throughout the car.

She begins to buck at the feeling of my fingers inside her, and I know she’s close. My body shivers in anticipation as I speed up my rhythm and take her mouth again, capturing her moans.

“Corey,” she drawls, as her lower body raises off the seat and clenches around my fingers. I stop kissing her and watch her face, eyes closed in ecstasy, her head thrown back, and her orgasm rips through her body. It’s easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I don’t think I’ll get enough of it.

Ivy

My brain returns to my body as I come back down to earth. My skin is hot and flushed, and my senses tingle as Corey removes his hand from my pants. His fingers are coated with my juices, and I stare in wonder as he smears some on my bottom lip and then dips his head and licks it off with a swipe of his tongue, gently sucking on it.

The scent of his cologne surrounds me, the weight of his body pressing against mine, and the taste of me on his lips is overwhelming. As we continue to kiss, I can’t help but feel dizzy again with desire. Corey breaks away to trail kisses down my neck, causing shivers to run through me. “You taste like every fantasy I’ve ever had,” he whispers, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “I’ve never wanted anything more than you.”

“It’s my turn to say the same about you,” I reply breathlessly.

Corey looks at me with surprise before grinning mischievously, “We’re not having sex in this car, Ivy,” he says with a chuckle. “You are far too precious to lose your virginity in the back of a 1984 Ford Escort that smells like sweaty hockey gear and stale Cheetos.”

“I’m not losing anything,” I start. “I’m choosing to give you something because I care about you.” Corey’s eyebrows shoot to his forehead, and he gets a sheepish look, knowing his word choice wasn’t perfect. “But I wasn’t talking about sex,” I say.

“So what are you saying?” he asks with hopeful curiosity.

“I know I’m not experienced, but I want to make you feel good. I want to show you I care about you. So, what I need you to do is stop worrying about the car, which smells fantastic, by the way, just like you, and take your pants off.”

First comes the look of surprise, both at my words and tone, which is the sassy one he likes, and then he can’t move fast enough to get his pants down, which makes me giggle.

My breath hitches in anticipation as he shimmies out of his jeans in the cramped space. I’ve never seen a naked man in real life before. In movies, yes, but only for a split second. This is an entirely different experience.

Corey’s strong arms flip us over, and I straddle him in the small seat, my body pressed against his as I take in his naked form. A thrill runs through me at the sight of his arousal, tenting the fabric of his boxers. With eager hands, I tug them down until his erection springs free, landing just below his navel. The sight of him is even more breathtaking than I could have imagined. His skin is smooth and taut, rippling with corded muscle from years of hard work. And then there are those tantalizing wisps of hair, a dark trail that starts at his belly button and leads to exactly where my eyes are trained. It’s all I can do to resist running my fingers through it. He is a feast for the eyes, a delicious combination of strength and sensuality.

A smirk crosses Corey’s face as if daring me to continue, but his arrogant expression only fuels my desire. I reach down and grasp his hardened length, stroking it from base to tip. “Like this?” I inquire with a sly smile.

“Just like that,” he answers hoarsely, his eyes heavy with lust. The knowledge that I am the one causing him pleasure makes me feel powerful and confident.

I continue to stroke him as I lean down and place a soft kiss on the tip. It seems like a fitting introduction for our first meeting, and his dick twitches in response at the contact. Flattening my tongue, I trace up and down the underside of his shaft before swirling my tongue around the head.

With a deep groan and his head falling back against the seat, Corey gives himself fully to my hands and mouth. Encouraged by his response, I take him deeper into my throat with gentle suction. His head comes forward again, and he cradles the side of my face as I move on him, licking and sucking on the head each time I pull back, using my hand to slide up and down the base in unison. His heavy lids allow him to watch every movement intensely.

I repeat the process, using the tip of my tongue to explore every inch of his sensitive flesh. The warmth of his skin against my lips sends shivers down my spine, and I moan softly in desire. Suddenly, Corey pushes me back, breaking the suction with a satisfying pop.

“That’s so good, Ivy,” he admits, his voice filled with need.

“Perfect,” I say with a wicked smile before diving back into my task with even more fervor. The taste of him on my tongue is intoxicating, driving me to devour him even more eagerly. His hands are tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to send sparks of pleasure through me. And then I feel it - the moment he loses control and gives in to his release. I eagerly swallow every drop, savoring him.