JA~Short Stories

Thrills

Ja came home late, wearing one of his signature Nike tech sweatsuits, stress written all over his face.

The penthouse was quiet except for soft music and the city glowing through the windows. The smell of food stopped him before he could even speak.

Ivy stood by the table, dinner laid out perfectly like she planned this moment all day.

"You eat yet?" She asked.

Ja shook his head, taking off his hood. "Not since a few hours before the game."

Ivy smiled. "Good."

Ja walked up to her, eyes drifting to the food, reaching for a plate. Ivy smacked his hand away playfully, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"You can eat." She said, voice low, "but only if I'm first."

Ja licked his lips, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. He pulled off his sweatshirt, revealing a crisp white undershirt.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her, pulling her in close. Ivy wrapped her legs around him instinctively as his hands gripped her hips.

"Don't move." Ja murmured against her lips, his voice deep, commanding as he held her in place.

His hands shifted from her hips down to her thighs, slowly guiding up her silk dress. "I been needing this." He said, pulling down his sweats slightly.

Ja made his claim on her body– slow at first, then deeper, more relentless.

Ivy's nails dug into his shoulders, but he didn't loosen. Every move was precise, controlled. The plates on the table shifted until they toppled over to be forgotten.

Ja held her tightly against him, the city lights painting sharp lines across her skin. She never looked more fuckable than now.

His hands were steady, keeping her right where he wanted. Ivy's voice hitched, her fingers clutching his shirt, "Fuck." she shouted, but he still didn't loosen his grip, he couldn't.

"You feel that?" He murmured, voice low and rough. "Thats me planting my seed."

Ivy could only nod, shivering slightly against him.

Ja tilted his head, pressing his lips to her neck, teeth grazing. She gasped softly, legs tightening around his sides.

"Ja..." her voice came out in a breathless whisper.

"Not yet." His hands were firm on her waist, holding her close. Ivy buried her head in his chest unable to take anymore.

"Look at me." Ja muttered, commanding, tilting her chin up slightly. She met his gaze, he didn't break eye contact. "You're mine. You understand that?"

"I...yes." Ivy whimpered, breath trembling, heart racing.

Ja finally loosened his grip but only for a moment. He spun her around, bending her over against the table, her back arched instinctively.

He pressed his hands against the tables edge, pinning Ivy in place. Their night was far from over.

Ja held her there, unmoving, like he wanted the moment burned into the both of them.

The penthouse seemed to shrink around them, the city's lights casting long reflections across their bodies.

The kitchen light hummed softly overhead, too bright for how heavy the air felt between them.

Ja didn't move her right away. He just stood there, close enough that she could feel the heat roll off of him.

He watched her hold still.