Love You Better (Better Love 1)

“Touch yourself for me,” he commands.

I slide my hand between us and massage my clit while Kelley continues his relentless pace. He lowers his face to my neck and sucks and bites at my skin, making me whimper and quiver, so close to release.

“You’re going to come soon for me,” he rasps into my ear and bites my lobe. “You’re gonna come all over my cock.”

“I am,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, I’m gonna come.”

When I feel myself start to shake, the beginning of an orgasm tingling deep inside, I rub my clit faster and buck my hips into Kelley’s, once again matching his thrusts, spurring him on with my heels pressed into his lower back.

“Fuck, Ivy,” Kelley croaks, strangled and breathless. Almost pained. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chants in time with my thrusts, and he presses his forehead into my shoulder, growling through gritted teeth. “I need you to come, baby.”

“Yes,” I whimper, and my orgasm explodes through my body, curling my toes and arching my back. Kelley covers my mouth with his and swallows the sounds I make, his thrusts becoming erratic and rhythmless. I feel him swell inside my clenched walls, and he opens his mouth on a silent cry. His beautiful face is the picture of ecstasy as he spills his release into the condom.

We’re both breathless and sweating. My body is still a mess of raw nerves and tingles, both burning up and shivering. Kelley drops down next to me, and I turn my head to look at him.

To marvel at this man.

My best friend.

My best friend who knows me better than anyone.

My best friend who would do anything for me, who cares for me and loves me unconditionally.

And who just owned my body and made me come harder than I ever have before.

I am literally in freaking awe. I’m gaping again. I can’t help it.

When he meets my eyes, my breath catches at just how perfect he is.

“Who are you?” I pant out, and a lopsided, boyish smile takes over his face.

“I’m Kelley Allen Pierce.” He waggles his brows playfully. “Your first friend.” He kisses my cheek. “Your table buddy.” He kisses my nose. “Your best friend.” He kisses my lips chastely and presses his forehead to mine, whispering “And you’re my everything.”

I gasp and he swallows it with another kiss, deeper this time, and just as I’m about to lose myself in him again, he wraps his arms around me, quickly flips me over the top of him and drops me on his opposite side.

I squeak out in surprise. “What was that for?” I giggle.

“Can’t have my everything laying in the wet spot, can I?” His eyes are mischievous and playful, and I snort a laugh.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” I laugh again, and snuggle into him.

20

After disposing of the condom and taking care of Ivy, I move the comforter back onto the bed and we burrow under it. Ivy snuggles back up onto my chest, and I run my fingers through her hair.

This is how my first time should have been. It’s how it was meant to happen. With her. Everything down to her childhood home and that fucking squeaky ass bed. It was fun and sexy and perfect.

In my head, from now on, this will be my first, because it’s the only one that’s ever mattered.

“Ask me a question or tell me a secret,” she says sleepily.

“Secret,” I say immediately. “You sure you want this one, though? It’s kind of shocking.”

“Give it to me, big boy.” Ivy giggles and I give her side a little squeeze.

“Okay, well. Here goes nothing.” I pause for dramatic effect. “I was almost a two-pump chump.”

Ivy barks out a laugh before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. “What!” she whisper-shouts. “You mean just now?”