I've Noticed You Noticing Me

Ivy Aura keeps the register at a sex shop while she finishes college. One afternoon Christian Clay walks in. He’s older, her father’s friend. He picks out a butt plug and pays without looking twice. She stares at his hands on the counter and imagines them using the toy on someone else. That night the picture sticks. Days later she shows up at his house in a short skirt and a black ponytail. He opens the door, sees her, and does not ask why she came. She steps inside and shuts the door with her heel. He stands there, quiet. She sinks to her knees on the hallway rug, palms sliding up his thighs until she cups his balls. She rolls them gently, then leans in and sucks one into her mouth, tongue warm and slow. He breathes through his teeth. Ivy lets the ball slip free, then takes the other, tasting salt and skin. Her fingers drift lower, cup him from behind, and she feels the weight shift in her palm. He stays still. She keeps working him with her mouth and hand until his breathing turns rough. Only then does she stand, turn, and bend over the couch. She reaches back, slides her skirt up, and shows him the plug already seated between her cheeks. Christian steps closer. His palm settles on her hip, steady, unhurried, and the room narrows to skin, breath, and the slow pull of her body toward his.