His fingers dip down between us, finding me soaking wet. I moan into his mouth when he slides them across my opening, and when he curls a finger inside, I break the kiss for a moment to gasp.
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow, lazy circles as he pushes a second finger inside my slick pussy. I whimper as I start to move, rocking on his fingers like I’m fucking his hand, stroking his cock in the same rhythm.
His mouth drops from my mouth, kissing and biting it’s way down my neck to my nipples. He wraps his lips around one, his tongue batting across it and sending shivers through my body.
I start to rock harder, losing myself in this moment, losing myself in him as we grind together, our hands doing the talking.
His fingers move faster and faster, curling right inside against my spot as his thumb slips across my clit over and over again. I can already feel it starting in my toes - the burning, aching, breath-stopping feeling that I know I’ll be powerless to stop. His mouth moves back to mine, and his fingers keep moving - pushing, dragging, and coaxing me right to the edge of that drop.
“Silas-” I gasp out into his lips. His cock pulses in my hand as I say his name.
His mouth drops to my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “I want to feel this tight little pussy come for me, Ivy,” he growls. “Come for me, gorgeous.”
A single, aching cry tumbles from my lips before I shatter for him. I bury my face in his shoulder, biting the skin there as the orgasm bursts through me, my whole body clenching around his driving, magical fingers.
I gasp for air before I start to move my hand again, stroking him quicker.
I want to feel him come for me now.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he growls, his jaw tightening.
“I’m-”
And suddenly, I know what I want.
I slip down off his lap, kneeling before him. And before he can say a word, I lean forward and wrap my lips around that big, perfect cock of his.
Silas groans deeply, growling out his pleasure, his hand slipping into my hair.
I swirl my tongue around him, feeling him pulse and throb in my mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”
But I only move my lips faster up and down his cock, my tongue working the underside as I stroke the part of him that doesn’t fit inside. He groans again, his ab muscles rippling as I feel him grow even harder inside my mouth.
And suddenly he’s coming.
I swallow him as he fills my mouth, feeling him shudder against my lips as his growling moans send shivers though me.
I give him a final lick, giggling as he shudders, before I sit up and grin at him.
“Horrible idea,” he murmurs, grinning back at me.
“Oh, the worst we ever had.” I snuggle back into him, letting my head dip onto his shoulder as he strokes my hair.
We stay like that for a minute, basking in it, feeling our hearts thud and just being in that moment.
Finally, I glance up at him. “At some point, I should probably get back home, you know.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through me.
“At some point,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing my lips.
“But not right now, right?”
“No, not right now,” I say softly.
His hand finds its way to mine. “I say we stay here a little longer.”
“Now that’s the best idea yet.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ivy
“We’re here Mama!”
Carter squirms in his mother’s arms as she pulls him from the car seat. I smooth my skirt down as I step from her car into the sunny morning air a block away from Marsden Park. Well, soon to be the Jacob Hammond park.
It’s a weird thought, realizing that my family is such a part of this town that our name is going to literally be on the map after today. That’s all my parents, though. My mother, the music teacher at Harborview Elementary for thirty years. And of course my dad, the magnanimous, big hearted, strong-willed Congregationalist minister. Founder of two different soup kitchens, one of the biggest fundraising drivers for the North Boston home for boys, and general pillar of the community.
It was crazy to hear about the park renaming, but not anything that surprising considering my dad’s place in this town. Well, that and considering that literally no one - including the Shelter Harbor historical society - can remember who the heck Marsden was, or why the park is named after him.
Who better than Jacob Hammond?
Mom and Dad and Sierra get out of their car parked right in front of us just as Rowan’s distinctively loud Indian motorcycle goes roaring past us.
It’s an important day, and rightfully so. But my mind is honestly everywhere but on the fact that my family’s name is about to be emblazoned across the park where I learned to ride a bike, or where Sierra broke an arm on the monkey bars.