by Cole, Fiona
And maybe if he kept his mouth shut, we could make it through this.
2 Ian
For the first time, she was silent. My move had the desired effect and stole her arguments, only leaving behind the attraction lighting up her eyes, making them shine like the sun on the ocean. That attraction mixed with the same look I’d seen from six months earlier: pain and curiosity. Although the pain was much more subtle than the last time.
“Not so bossy now,” I taunted inches from her face.
Her wide eyes narrowing should have been my warning. Hell, the first second she put me in my place should have been my warning, because, in the next instant, she flipped me to my back, straddling me. All rational thought vanished as the blood rushed to my cock, now firmly planted under her heat.
With both hands on either side of my head, she leaned over, her long dark hair creating a curtain around us. “Does it worry you that I’m not some easy girl like you seem to be used to.”
“What can I say, women tend to flock to me, dropping their panties as fast as they can.” Unlike her, I didn’t mind being on the bottom. Especially with the way her breasts swayed under her gaping dress. But I liked the way she fought me. It made me harder than some coy smile and easy come-on.
She rolled her eyes, moving to sit up again.
“But,” I gripped her hips, loving her gasp. “I’m not worried about you giving in. I have no doubt it will happen eventually.”
“Shut up, Ian.”
I pulled a move of my own, quickly shifting out from under her, and letting her fall to her stomach. Before she could react, I straddled her legs and pinned her hands above her head again. Holding my weight above her, I brushed her hair to the side and ran my nose up her neck, lightly nipping the soft flesh of her ear. “So, you don’t want me to tell you how sexy I think you are?”
If I expected her to melt, I wasn’t paying attention.
She huffed a laugh. “I thought I was too argumentative and should let you take the wheel. Crazy was the word you muttered, correct?”
“You are definitely all of those things.” She stiffened even more at my confirmation, and I hesitated for only a moment, rethinking my words. Carina didn’t want me to woo her with sweet nothings. This was a woman who’d give as good as she got. Just from thirty minutes, I could tell she was ballsy and probably intimidated most men.
Good thing I wasn’t most men.
“But you are also, by far, the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” I let my hips drop and pressed against her ass, wanting her to feel how hard I was.
She sucked in a breath that went straight down my spine to my aching balls. I tried to hold back my moan, but when her ass lifted to rub against my dick, it broke free.
I blocked out the click of the camera but could only imagine the photo she just shot. Carina’s arms pinned above her head. Her forehead pressed to the mattress, her body arched perfectly to raise her ass up. Me pressed against her; my lips parted to pant against her bare neck as I grinded against her.
“How far?” I asked, only loud enough for her to hear. We were just getting started, and while I wanted to strip her bare and worship her body, I needed to know her limits.
She thrust back again, rubbing my length. “More.”
I turned her, and her legs parted perfectly around my hips, making room for me between her lush thighs. Needing both my hands to feel every inch of her, I let her wrists go. Not wasting another second of mere glimpses of her cleavage, I ripped the button of her dress open not caring if it tore. I’d buy her a thousand more, I just needed to see her. She must have felt the same way about me because I heard fabric tear when she jerked my shirt over my shoulders to get it off my body.
Leaning back on my haunches, I took the shirt off and tossed it away, taking in the sight of her body bared to me.
Holy fuck.
Her breasts were full and spilling from a black lace bra barely holding them in. They sit above a slim waist and the sexiest flare of hips with the smallest amount of fabric covering her pussy. If I looked hard enough, I could make out the darker outline of her nipples under the lace. Heat thrummed through my veins while I tried to guess what color I’d reveal. Pink? Brown? A mix?
“Take your pants off,” she ordered.
I wanted to push back at her commanding tone, but why the fuck would I? I think I wanted my pants off more than she did, and I wasn’t going to deny myself one less piece of fabric between us. I did as she instructed, and groaned when she stretched her arms overhead, arching her breasts up. She gave me a coy smile that was more of a taunt than anything. I couldn’t wait to make those lips part on a gasp—a moan—my name.
I prowled over her, shoving her legs wide to make room for myself, ignoring the click of the camera. The photographer could be telling me the building was on fire, and I wouldn’t hear it. Carina and I were in our own bubble, and nothing was penetrating it until I’d finished with this woman.
Pressing kisses along her panty line, I nipped at each hip bone before making my way up her stomach, stopping to tongue her belly button. I may not be able to pull her panties aside and tongue her cunt, but I wanted to, and I wanted her to imagine what it would feel like until she was desperate for it.
Once I made it to her breast, I hovered over her nipple, but not touching her. Slowly, my hand rose past her ribs, and I held my breath waiting for her to tell me to stop before I reached the full curve. But it never came. I palmed her firm breast and strummed the nipple. Her teeth sunk into the flesh to hold back a cry of pleasure. Hooking my finger into the lacy cup, I waited, looking up at her for permission.
Her eyes flashed, and she nodded.
God, this woman was sexy—brave. I bet she had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, and I was lucky enough to pull it out of her. Not taking my eyes off hers, I tugged the material down, and slowly lowered my mouth until the bud fit between my lips. Her head tipped back as I flicked my tongue back and forth before sucking hard.
“Ian,” she whimpered.
My hips jerked at the sound, and I swear, I almost came from the contact. Not daring to stop teasing her, I moved to the other breast, my hand drifting down her body to palm her thigh and ass. I decided to press my luck, with the photographer on the other side of us, unable to see what I was doing, I reached around her thigh until I could finger the lace edge of her panties.
Releasing her nipple, I looked down at the darkened tips, wet from my mouth, hard from the torture I just put them through. I wasn’t disappointed with the shade—a darker blush rose. Fuck, I would need more of those.
But first and foremost, I needed to kiss her. It’d been six months since I’d felt her lips on mine, and that night had haunted me. It had been damn near impossible to let her walk away from that bar, but she hadn’t been ready. According to the wet heat pressing against my dick, she was more than ready now.
I licked up her neck and bit her chin. I wanted to torture her and make her wait for me to take her mouth, but she beat me to the punch because as soon as I was high enough, she lifted her head from the pillow and kissed me. She sucked on my bottom lip and dominated the kiss. I was a mere passenger to her needs, and I wasn’t even sad about it.
But I liked control. Maybe because she pushed back so much, it made the control all the sweeter with her. So, while I let her have her fun thinking she was dominating the situation, I moved my hand further, slipping under her panties and swiping at her slit. She gasped and pulled back from the kiss, not demanding I stop.
“Would you let me fuck you?”
Her eyes bounced between mine, curious, and turned on. “No penetration,” she reminded me.
“Let’s break the rules.”
We both groaned when I pressed my finger further between her lips. Her cunt was wet and slippery, and all I wanted was to coat myself in her.
“Would you like it? Would you try to hold back your moans so she wouldn’t know you have a cock stretching this tiny pussy?”
“Ian,” she
moaned when my finger slid up to glide across her clit.
“We’d have to move slow, so she didn’t know I’d tugged your panties aside, and slid inside you.”
Her skin flushed, and I wanted to watch her come. Wanted to memorialize it on camera. I couldn’t penetrate her, but there were no rules about making someone get off.
“You’re so wet, Carina,” I whispered into her neck.
She was panting now as I worked my thumb in tighter and tighter circles.
“I bet I could slip inside you on the first push. I bet you’d make a mess of me with how wet your cunt is.”
Her nails dug into my back and scratched, pulling a moan from me.
“Such a dirty girl. About to come for the camera. Liking someone watching you take your pleasure.”
“Please.”
“More, baby? Do you need more?” I taunted. Having such a powerful woman beg underneath me had my cock harder than it had ever been before. I began to worry she was going to take me with her when she finally let go.
Needing this to end before that happened, I pressed my thumb directly to her bundle of nerves and roughly shoved two fingers inside her. Her thighs tightened on my hips just as her pussy spasmed around my fingers. I latched on to her parted lips and ate every moan she let free.
When her spasms softened to flutters, I eased my fingers out, and shifted to my side, my back to the camera. Holding her heavy gaze, I sucked every bit of moisture from my fingers, loving the sweet taste.
“I can’t wait to bury my tongue inside you.”
Her jaw clenched, and the hellcat came back. But this time it wasn’t to argue. No, she was ready to make me lose as much control as I’d made her lose.
“Stand up,” she ordered.
I thought about arguing but did as she commanded. She followed, standing toe to toe with me. She dragged her fingers down my chest, kissing each mark better as she fell to her knees.
“Now there’s a sight,” I taunted her. “You on your knees for me.”
She narrowed her eyes before nipping at my hip bones, pulling a shocked gasp from me. With a smirk she kissed along the edge of my boxer briefs, making it better. Rationally, I knew she couldn’t suck my cock right now, but that didn’t shut down the hope the photographer would get an emergency phone call, and I could fuck Carina’s mouth real quick before she came back.
My head swam from the lack of blood, and I needed to take back a little control before I passed out. I dug my hand in her hair, and tugged her head back, exposing her long neck straining over a hard swallow.
“Okay, that’s a wrap,” the photographer interrupted. I reluctantly looked away from Carina to Sarah’s beaming smile as she fanned her face. “Whew. That was one of the hottest sessions I’ve done.”
Carina extracted her hair from my fist and stood, grabbing her dress from the bed and slipping it on.
“I’ll give you both some time to get changed, and then there’s a room down the hall where you can hang out. You’re my only session today, so take your time.”
As soon as the door shut behind her, Carina looked me up and down, lingering on my cock straining to break free from my underwear. With one last heated glance, she turned and strutted into her changing room. Oh, hell no. I wasn’t done with her yet.
The door was almost closed when I lurched forward, slapping my palm to the wood, sending it back open. She jerked around but didn’t seem all that surprised to find me behind her. She retreated until her back hit the wall. The wide-eyed look might have been more effective if she hadn’t been undoing her dress the whole time.
As soon as I reached her, I gripped the edge of her panties and ripped them from her.
“Those were La Perla.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I growled, lifting her up before pinning her to the wall. “I’ll buy you a whole new set. But right now, I need to fuck you.”
“Good for you,” she taunted but didn’t move to get away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.
I held her stare, daring her to stop me as I tugged my boxers down, and freed my dick.
“Are you going to fuck me or just play with yourself?”
With a growl, I poised myself at her entrance and roughly shoved in. She was so wet but tight from her earlier orgasm.
Her moan powered me on. I fucked her like a freight train, lost to the feeling of being buried inside her.
She gasped for air, leaning down to bury her head in my neck, biting at my shoulder.
“Fuck,” I growled at the sharp pain.
“Baby,” she insulted.
“Hellcat.”
She smirked, and I moved to the dresser next to us, needing better leverage. I swiped everything off the table, ignoring the crash. Resting her ass on the edge, I gripped her hips and fucked her, losing myself in the sight of my cock tunneling in and out of her bare cunt.
“Ian. Fuck.”
I wanted to say anything to get a rise out of her, but my orgasm was barreling down on me, and I needed every ounce of oxygen I could get to focus on not coming just yet. Moving my thumb to her clit, I pressed down before pinching her pussy lips together and rubbing.
Her mouth opened on a wordless cry. Her back arched, and I took the invitation to bite at her breasts. I lost the battle to not come when her pussy squeezed me like a vice. Burying my face in her cleavage, I groaned my orgasm. Goose bumps broke out across my skin as I emptied everything I had inside her. Her hand was in my hair, playing with the strands while we both caught our breath.
After a moment, I slowly slid out, I enjoyed how docile she was, but also wanted to get her all riled up again. She was fun, and I wanted to play some more.
Brushing her hair back from her damp cheek, I smirked. “Have I fucked you into submission yet?”
Her nostrils flared over her deep inhale before she pushed me away.
“You are such a child,” she said, reaching for her shirt.
“C’mon, Carina. Let me try again. I’m sure I can tame that mouth other ways.”
She stopped dressing to glare at me but didn’t say anything before continuing.
“You’re a pig.”
“You like it.”
She hesitated because she did like it. She just didn’t want to like it. It made me wonder which Carina was real. The one who wanted to be pushed into submission, or the one currently glaring at me.
“I do not.”
“C’mon, Carina. I could make it fun. All you have to do is admit how much you like the way I rile you up.”
“You make it annoying with your immature jokes.”
“I make you laugh, and we’ve already established I can make you come.”
“Being with someone isn’t just about coming.”
“I mean,” I gave her my most charming smile, enjoying the banter. “It definitely makes it better.”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, tugging her purse over her shoulder before heading to the door.
“Hey, wait,” I said, jerking on my pants.
“Thanks for the orgasms, Ian.”
She blew me a kiss and walked out. I managed to get the torn shirt back on, if not buttoned, before I chased after her. She was just getting in her car when I got outside. I jogged to her door and knocked on the window.
She looked me over with narrowed eyes, and I got lost trying to figure them out. There was desire. She liked what happened in there. She liked the banter, and she knew I was only pushing her because I liked her giving it back to me.
But also, behind that, what should have been irritation was fear. She was scared that she liked it. The first time I met her, she told me her fiancé was in love with someone else. She’d been hurting, and it looked like the six months since hadn’t done much to ease the pain. So, when she rolled down her window, I softened my tone, letting my sincerity bleed through.
“Can I have your number, Carina?”
She looked me up and down and worked her jaw back and forth be
fore finally answering.
“No.”
And then she drove off. Literally, leaving me in the dust.
Again.
3 Carina
Six weeks later
I wasn’t sure I was breathing anymore. It was like an out of body experience, and I floated away watching myself staring down at the two pink, double lines in the box. I knew it was me standing there, hands braced on my desk, jaw dropped in shock, but I couldn’t feel anything happening to my body. I had no control over it.
Why couldn’t it have been food poisoning?
You know shit is bad when you’d rather have food poisoning, the flu, or even Ebola be the reason behind all the vomiting.
But no, it was another virus all together that invaded my body.
A baby.
Tears burned the backs of my eyes, and the plastic stick blurred as I slammed back into all the emotions lighting up every nerve in my body.
I was pregnant.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down. Inhaled slowly in through my nose and out through my trembling lips. I wasn’t usually a crier. Stupid hormones.
At least I knew whose baby it was. Thankfully I could make the deduction that Ian was the father since he was the only guy I’d slept with in the past six months.
I’d like to say I was shocked about how it happened like I hadn’t been dreaming of it every night for the past six weeks. Like it hadn’t had me waking up, sweating in the middle of the night, desperate for relief.
But no matter how much I thought about it, I hadn’t considered the consequences. I was on birth control, and they asked for our medical history on the forms, but I hadn’t factored in the medication I’d been taking the week before the date. What a naive mistake. I was an idiot.
What the hell was I going to do? I didn’t even know who he was or what his last name was. How the hell was I going to find him? Did I want to find him?
