Ivan (An Out of the Cage Novel Book 2) Read online

  And I would set everything straight with Ivan…if my father hadn’t just informed me that he’s throwing me to the wolves to save his own ass.

  The fighter standing before me is extremely sexy with the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing going on. I’m actually jealous of the baby blue shirt hugging his thick biceps and broad chest like a second skin. Since my father plans to marry me off to his sworn enemy tomorrow, tonight is my last chance at freedom, to actually kiss a boy of my choosing, to…to get naked with him. And I did choose Ivan when I asked if he wanted to leave the club with me. He has to be a million times better than the alternative — some creepy man who is probably old enough to be my father. That’s not who I want my first time to be with. Tonight I want to create a good memory of being with a big, buff fighter that I can keep with me always.

  “Maylin?” Ivan asks.

  “Ah, yeah?” I reply.

  Holding out his cell phone to me, he says, “Do you need to check with your father, or do you trust me?”

  Ivan’s piercing hazel eyes have me pinned to the wall as he unknowingly offers me a way out. I could take the phone, call the club and have one of my father’s men come and pick me up. Then the rest of the night I would be stuck in my bedroom at home with nothing to do but worry about what my fate will be in the hands of a strange man tomorrow. Will this Jimmy guy hurt me? Kill me?

  There’s nothing good that will come from panicking about my future alone at home, but tonight with Ivan I could at least forget about what’s to come for a few hours and maybe even enjoy myself a little.

  “I trust you,” I tell Ivan, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice. “And I’m sorry. I’m sort of new at all this. Is that okay, or did you want someone more…experienced?”

  “No, that’s fine,” he says, making me a little relieved to admit that truth and Ivan be okay with it. “Actually, it’s why I picked you,” he adds. “You didn’t seem like the type to, um, talk afterwards or laugh at me.”

  What in the world? Why would Ivan think someone would laugh at him? Even if he seems sort of shy and a little awkward, he’s clean cut and gorgeous with jet-black hair that contrasts nicely with his rich, hazel eyes. He’s tall and muscular, so I bet when he’s naked he’s downright yummy all over…Ohhh!

  Glancing down to the front of Ivan’s jeans, I hold up my finger and thumb just an inch apart and ask, “So you’re on the…small side?”

  “God no!” he exclaims. Grabbing my hand again, he pulls me into a dark room, shuts the door and then let’s go of me to flip on the overhead light. Before I can process his intentions, he’s unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans to push them down and reveal…

  “Holy Toledo,” I mutter in awe of his very long, very hard cock that bobs up toward the ceiling. “Definitely not small.”

  “Nope. The problem is, well, ah, I can’t…come.”

  “Can’t come where?” I ask.

  “I can’t…finish.”

  “Oh. So it just…stays like that?” I ask, gesturing nervously to his erection.

  “Pretty much, but I’ve never had a blowjob before. Maybe that will work. Can I, like, order one of those? Is that how we decide what you’re gonna do tonight? Knox said you just say what you want and the girls do it, right?”

  Holy cow. He just ordered up a blowjob like I’m working the fast food window he pulled up to in his car. My surprise and any indignation fades off into the distance as soon as Ivan fists his length in his hand and starts stroking it, making my mouth water unexpectedly for a taste.

  “I-I want to put my mouth on you,” I tell him honestly.

  “Okay, good. So, should I lie down on the bed, or do you want to get on your knees?”

  “Um, wh-what do you want to do after that?” I ask, curious about his plans for the rest of tonight and what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. While I’m inexperienced, I’m not completely clueless. I’ve seen pretty much every sex act that is out there on the internet. What else is there to do when you’re an only child with few friends because your father runs the Irish mafia? There’s only so many hours a day during the summer that you can read and watch old movies before a teenage girl needs a little more excitement.

  Clearing his throat, Ivan says, “If that doesn’t work, which it probably won’t, I’d like to try fucking you.”

  Ouch.

  Staring at the steel pipe in his hand, I’m absolutely certain that’s gonna hurt. Might as well get my cherry popped now, though, since it’s only a matter of days before I’ll have a husband I don’t want. There’s no doubt in my mind that a ruthless mob boss won’t waste time consummating the marriage either…

  Before my upchuck reflexes kick in at the thought, Ivan comes closer and jerks up the hem of my skirt like he owns what’s underneath. Then he just stares at the navy-blue thong covering my private parts that no man has ever seen or touched before.

  “Could you sit on my face before I fuck you? I want to lick your pussy,” he says simply while his tongue wets his bottom lip. “I’ve never done it before, but that’s how women get really wet, right?”

  “Uh-huh,” I mumble. My mouth has gone dry and I’m completely speechless. But based on the dampness in my panties, I’m pretty sure I could come just from Ivan looking and talking about what he wants to do to me with his mouth.

  “But hey, don’t feel bad or think it’s your fault if I can’t, you know, come,” he says softly. “You’re…perfect and beautiful. I’m just really fucked up.”

  “Me too,” I tell him sadly after hearing him say that about himself. And for whatever reason, I want to give this strong, slightly strange man some relief. So that’s apparently why I find myself kneeling in front of him before I even realize what I’m doing.

  When I’m eye level with the cock in Ivan’s hand, I lean forward and stick my tongue out to lick the closest part, the rounded tip.

  “Ah, fuck!” Ivan exclaims at the same time his hips thrust forward.

  Wrapping my hand around his that’s still holding his shaft, I lick him like a lollipop again before glancing up at his face to judge his reaction.

  Ivan’s head is thrown back with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth gaping open in a silent moan. Taking that as a sign that he likes my tongue on his flesh, I keep flicking it against him, over and over while more curses explode from above me.

  When Ivan staggers to the side, he says, “Oh shit. I need…I need to sit down.”

  Taking two giant steps backward, Ivan plops his ass down on the foot of the bed and pushes his boxer briefs and jeans down to his ankles.

  “Please don’t stop yet,” he whispers desperately when he looks up and notices that I haven’t moved from my position in the middle of the floor.

  And I had no plans to stop. It’s just, everything the man before me says and does is mesmerizing. The way he looks at me with intense longing fills me with feminine confidence I didn’t even know I possessed. I’ve never been wanted like this before. I love it and crave more of it from him.

  Crawling over to Ivan, I tug on one of his brown boots and then the other so that I can peel his pants and underwear off with his socks, leaving him bare from the waist down. When I sit up on my heels, I reach for the bottom of his tee and push it up until he takes over and pulls it over his head because I need to see him naked.

  Wow.

  His body is even sexier and more sculpted than I imagined, every muscle carved into his skin with what must be hours upon hours of training.

  “Could you take your dress off?” Ivan asks, interrupting my perusal.

  With a nervous nod of agreement, I slowly lift the fabric up my body and off. Unable to toss the dress aside just yet, I keep the material clutched in my right fist because it hits me that I’m naked and vulnerable in front of a man for the first time with only a tiny, damp thong barely covering what’s between my legs. It’s all I can do to resist the urge to cover the front of my body with the dress in my hand.

  “Wow, Maylin,” Ivan eve
ntually says into the silence. When I peek up at him, his eyes are devouring every inch of me while his tongue wets his parted lips like he’s starving for a taste of me. “You look…you’re so…unbelievably sexy that I’m not entirely certain you’re real, or if this is only a dream.”

  His sweet words make me smile and my confidence soar again.

  Seeing his knuckles turn white as he grips his knees, I realize he hasn’t actually laid a hand on me yet.

  “Touch me,” I tell him, giving him the permission I assume he’s waiting for, and also because I really want him to.

  Ivan only hesitates a second before his shaking hand comes up and cups my jaw. The pad of this thumb runs over my bottom lip once, and then he leans forward and replaces it with his own lips. Ivan grabs the other side of my face and pulls me flush against him until his stiff, velvety length is sliding between my breasts.

  Our kiss goes from sweet and gentle to frantic as soon as Ivan’s tongue swipes at mine. I hold on to his shoulders while his hands fill with my breasts, weighing and squeezing them around his shaft that’s pumping in and out of the crevice.

  “I need you so bad,” he gasps into my mouth. “Please make it stop hurting.”

  I don’t have any clue what I’m doing, but I do know that Ivan seemed to like when my mouth was on him.

  “Lie back,” I tell him with a shove to his hard chest, wanting to taste his cock again. Once Ivan’s back is flat on the mattress, both arms propped behind his head so that he can watch me, I wrap my fist around his thickness and lean forward, closing my lips around his girth to apply suction to the tip.

  “That feels…so good,” he says as his hips jut upward.

  I lick and suck on him for several more minutes as Ivan groans and writhes on the bed. Eventually, he reaches down and grabs his balls with a pained expression on his pinched face.

  “Fuck!” he yells. “Oh, fuck, it hurts!”

  Hearing that, I immediately pull back and ask, “Should…should I stop?”

  “No. Yes. I-I dunno,” he replies through pants, eyes clenched tight like he’s in pain. I hate seeing him hurting, but I have no clue what to do in this situation. His cock is so red and swollen it looks ready to burst. Wanting to try and give him some relief, I start to take him in my mouth again when Ivan sits up and grabs my face with both hands to stop me.

  “It’s not…it’s not working, so let me try to make you feel good,” he says before he grabs my waist and lifts me off the floor like I’m a ragdoll. The next second, I’m falling forward as Ivan lies back again and situates my thighs on either side of his head, his face directly underneath my pussy. Ivan clutches each of my legs in his strong grip, keeping them spread apart.

  “You don’t have to –” I start before I’m choking on a mouthful of air in surprise when his tongue starts playing a game of Twister with the narrow, lacy crotch of my thong. Occasionally, he misses the fabric and strokes my flesh instead. Not that I’m complaining.

  Every thought in my head flees at the tingling sensation down below, right along with apparently my modesty. Unable to take the teasing anymore, I impatiently tug the thong to the side to get it the hell out of the way.

  Without further encouragement, Ivan licks my bare pussy in a way that has my hips pressing down harder on his mouth and gyrating in a desperate, shameless dance for more.

  “Yes! Right there!” I scream. “Oh God, that’s…that’s…”

  Words fail me, and my entire world begins to revolve around the tip of a tongue, wondering where it will touch me next. The pleasure is so hot and achy in my lower belly that it feels like I may explode any second now.

  And then I do.

  “Uhhhgod!” I throw my head back and scream when the dam finally bursts, sending jolts of ecstasy through my entire body so strong I tremble all over and fall forward on the bed. Nothing has ever felt so damn good. “Oh God,” I moan over and over again as Ivan keeps licking me until I finally stop shaking.

  “Wow,” I murmur into the mattress before trying to push myself up on my forearms. “That was…wow.”

  Ivan eases out from underneath my lower body and then I hear the crinkle of foil before I’m flipped over to my back like a flimsy flapjack, which makes me giggle in my blissful state for some reason. Ivan’s face above me is serious, though, as he bites his bottom lip and moves up between my spread legs. Without a word, he presses the blunt head of his cock to my entrance and sheaths himself inside me one slow inch at a time as I stretch to take him. He’s halfway in before I feel it, the sharp sting as he rips through my virginity, causing me to whimper before I can stop myself.

  Stilling above me with the weight of his upper body braced on his palms out beside my head, Ivan looks down at my face in concern and asks, “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” I assure him. “You’re just…” The first man I’ve let inside of me. “Big.”

  The corners of his lips lift before he tells me, “I’ll go slower.”

  “Okay,” I reply with an enthusiastic nod, forcing out a breath to try and relax all the tension down below. As I do, Ivan slips in a little further, then a little more until he hits the dead end.

  “God, you’re tight,” he says before he pulls back and then rams inside me again, making me wince.

  “That a bad thing?” I ask as I clutch his biceps, trying to distract myself from the ache.

  “Hell no,” he answers before his mouth covers mine in another frantic kiss. His tongue moves in and out of my mouth in the same rhythm as our lower bodies, and before long it even feels…good. So good that I lift my hips to grind down on his length with each thrust.

  Everything seems to be going great until Ivan pulls his lips from mine and stops moving. Burying his face in my neck, he says, “I can’t,” with a strangled groan. “I fucking can’t...”

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him as understanding dawns. After all we’ve done, it’s still not enough to push him over the edge. Knowing how torturous it was to be on the precipice and then how amazing it felt when Ivan finally gave me what I needed, I rub my fingernails up and down his back, feeling awful and disappointed in myself that I can’t help him.

  “The rubber’s making me go soft,” he admits softly. “Could you…do you think we could try without it?”

  “I guess so,” I agree. “I’m on birth control, if that’s what you mean?” Not that my dad knows that I’m on the pill. My doctor prescribed them for painful periods a few months ago, but I told her no thanks since I knew my dad would freak when I filled the prescription. So instead, the doctor gave me a year’s worth of samples that I keep hidden in my jewelry box.

  Lifting his head to hit me with his gorgeous hazel eyes, Ivan says, “Yeah, I want to try it bare, if you’re sure. It probably won’t help anyway.”

  “You’re in pain, right?” I ask him, and he nods. “How long has it been since you…”

  “Never,” he answers, knowing I’m asking about the last time he had an orgasm. “And you’re the first person I’ve tried to have sex with in about six years.”

  “Really?” I ask, surprised that he wanted to try with me of all people.

  “I thought you looked like you would understand and not tell anyone that I couldn’t…” Ivan explains.

  “And I won’t,” I promise him.

  “Thanks,” he says, lowering his eyes shyly. “Hold on.” Ivan pulls his softening cock out, and without looking down, I assume he rolls the condom off before I feel him going back in… “Oh sweet Jesus,” he groans as his eyes close, and I release my own moan. Without the condom, he feels even larger.

  “Better?” I ask him since it certainly is much more sensation for me.

  “Oh yeah,” he answers as he starts to move. When he shoves deep the first time, I cry out as the pressure intensifies in my lower belly.

  “Okay?” he asks.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I tell him as I focus all thoughts on bearing down harder on his cock that’s filling me up so good.

  “Oh God,�
�� Ivan whispers in my ear, his panting breaths coming faster and faster as he fucks me harder. “So good, Maylin…so good. Oh, fuck! Make it stop hurting…please let me come…”

  “That’s it,” I tell as I reach down to squeeze his ass cheeks that are flexed tight to hold him inside me deeper as my legs tense like they did before. “I’m close, Ivan. So close! Deeper! Right there! Yes!” I exclaim when my inner walls clench tight around his shaft and start to pulse with pleasure.

  “Oh fuck! Oh God! I’m coming!” Ivan roars before he bites down on my shoulder. And I feel the moment he lets go, his hot release spilling inside me as his cock jerks along with his entire body in my arms. His orgasm seems to go on and on forever before he finally stills and collapses on top of me.

  Both of us are silent for several long moments before his shoulders shake and I hear his chuckle. “Finally,” Ivan says, kissing my neck and making me squirm. “Thank you.” He kisses my jaw. “Thank you.” Then my cheek. “Thank you.” Finally, his mouth reaches my lips again.

  “You’re welcome,” I tell him with a satisfied smile as he kisses his way up the other side of my face.

  “Can we do that again?” he asks. “I would kill to fuck you just one more time.”

  “Ah, yeah,” I reply, even though I’m still a little sore. It’s worth it.

  “Thank God,” he says on an exhale. “Let me go clean up, and I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay,” I agree as he eases off of me and pulls on a pair of athletic shorts from the floor while still watching me in bed with a grin on his face.

  Covered below the waist, Ivan starts for the door and then stops. Looking back over his shoulder at me, he says, “You’re so damn gorgeous,” before he slips out.

  I can’t seem to help my own smile either, and release a sigh of relief that my first time wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be.

  But then I sit up in bed and see the pink stains on my thighs, on the sheets, and the condom that’s tossed aside.

  Oh, no.

  I didn’t think losing my virginity would be this noticeable. Ugh, covering my face, my cheeks burn as I realize there’s probably evidence he was my first all over Ivan’s cock too. So gross! He’ll probably think it’s my time of the month or something.