All I Need: Ian & Annie

by Callie Harper

  I blushed and looked away, not believing I’d told him that. Passion had a way of loosening my tongue.

  “How do you do it?” he asked.

  “Excuse me?” I had never talked about that with anybody.

  “How do you like it?” he asked, bringing his fingers down to my bare thighs, caressing in lingering strokes. “When you touch yourself in bed, which fingers do you use?” I looked down at my hand and tried to remember. I had never analyzed my technique.

  “If it's hard to remember exactly, you can always show me.” My heartbeat picked up. Nervous, I tensed on his lap, but he continued stroking me, parting my thighs open wider. With his other hand he began caressing my breasts, cupping and massaging them, his mouth dipping lower to kiss and lick. My nipples pebbled, my breathing quickened. What he’d suggested was so naughty, but I throbbed in response, slick, wet heat growing between my legs. My body answered clearly: I’d love to show him how I touched myself. But it seemed so dirty.

  As if he could read the reason for my hesitation, he added, “It's just the two of us. No one else ever needs to know.” He bent his mouth to the tip of my nipple, licking, sucking, then moved up to kiss and whisper in my ear, “Show me, Annie.”

  Unable to resist, I started sliding a finger down. I could always just show him a little, like a demo. It didn't mean I had to go the whole way through with it.

  When my fingers found my pussy, I groaned to discover how wet I was. So slippery and swollen, I’d never felt so sensitive. I started working myself, quickly losing my self-consciousness in his arms.

  “That’s it,” he coaxed me in a low growl. He shifted his position to the side, settling my back against the couch so I could rest, head tilting back, tits raised toward the ceiling. Still on his lap, he spread my legs further apart. I paused for a moment, realizing how exposed I was in that position. He could see everything.

  “Show me,” he commanded. I felt a new flush of arousal, slick heat coating my fingers. I moaned, starting again, showing him exactly how I touched myself.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his palms on either side of my inner thighs, holding me open. The feel of his touch, reminding me he was watching, made me even hotter, my fingers working fast and feverish. I bit down on my lip, twisting with a moan as his fingers gripped my sensitive skin. I could make myself cum so quick like this. I tensed, realizing that would take me to a whole new level of vulnerability, losing control, making myself come apart for him like that.

  “Show me,” he said in a soothing tone. “You can show me how turned on you are. Just for me, Annie.”

  I cried out, clutching the couch with one hand, fucking myself with the fingers of my other.

  “Did you touch yourself like this last night?” he asked, urgent, fevered.

  “Yes,” I moaned my confession.

  He growled with satisfaction. “Did you have to try to be quiet so I wouldn’t hear you?”

  “Yes,” I whined, remembering how I’d cried out into my pillow, sweaty and guilty over how hard I’d come for a man I still felt so conflicted about.

  “Not now.” He brought a finger to my pussy, flicking against my clit as I plunged in and out of my wet channel. “When you cum for me now, I want you to scream as loud as you want.”

  “Ian,” I panted, feeling myself quiver, knowing how close I was getting.

  “Cum now, baby,” he demanded, working me in a quick rhythm.

  I didn’t need to be told twice. Crying out, mashing my pussy down on both our hands, I came, loud and full. All the energy I’d put into keeping things quiet, I was able to unleash. It felt so good to scream his name while in his arms, lose myself with him there to catch me. He took everything I had to give, taking over when I went lax, stroking every last quiver out of my body.

  Finally spent, he cradled me in his arms. “That was incredible.” He kissed my neck, my breasts, my mouth. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” I nuzzled against him, amazed and dazed. I’d done most of that to myself, but showing him, having him join me at the end, that had sent me higher than ever before.

  “Would you like to sleep tonight in my bed?”

  “Really?” I picked up my head, looking at him in surprise.

  “Yes. I’d like that. Would you?”

  “Yes!” I picked my clothes off the floor, slipped my shirt over my head and followed him down the hall into his bedroom. I’d never actually been in it before. It was an expansive room with a large desk, giant desktop computer, and a king-size bed. I lay down on it, luxuriating in the sumptuous feel of the down comforter.

  “This is an amazing bed.” I made the down equivalent of snow angels, moving my arms and legs along the fluff.

  He drew down the covers, letting me slip inside. Then he lay down next to me, still fully clothed. Really? He was keeping his clothes on?

  He drew me to him, holding me there firmly, his chest to my back. It felt too good to ask questions. I guessed he was keeping his clothes on. Cradled in his arms, I purred with contentment, melting into his strong body, drifting off into a deep, satisfying sleep.

  12

  Ian

  Having Annie in bed with me, just a shirt over her luscious body, was like a form of torturous heaven. She nestled into me, pushing her plump, naked ass directly into my crotch. I bit back a groan.

  I wanted to drive into her, claim her, mark her as mine. I wanted to fuck her all night, fuck her senseless, make her scream and sweat and cry out my name as she came on my cock. But she was a virgin. All of this was new to her. All my dark urges, my fierce needs, I had to try to keep them at bay. At least for another few days.

  I let her rest, feeling her limbs loosen and relax, even as tension coursed through me. I smelled her hair, the scent a mixture of lavender and honey. Her skin smelled even better, ripe and ready to be devoured.

  “Mmmm,” she sighed, pushing against me closer still, tilting her head back so I could have more access to her throat. Even as she slept, she offered herself to me on instinct. She must feel it as much as I did, the raw pull connecting us. I’d never felt anything like it before. I'd never invited a woman into my bed before, either. Annie was the first person I'd slept the night with.

  Only, I didn't do much sleeping. Hard as a fucking rock, so hard it was painful, I forced myself to lie there, still, as she pressed her curves, her softness up against me. The sun rose, and I did too not long after, making us some coffee and eggs. Annie was going to leave that morning.

  She joined me soon. Sleepy, rubbing her eyes and yawning, her hair mussed, she looked glorious. Unfortunately, she had also put on more clothing, with sweatpants and a sweater.

  “You dressed,” I observed with a frown.

  “Ian.” She laughed and I reveled in the light frivolity of it. “I can't be naked all the time.”

  “I don't see why not,” I grumbled, fixing her plate.

  “Well, for one, I’m about to head home,” she reminded me, though I needed no reminding. It was foremost in my mind as we sat together at the table. “Naked on the train might raise some questions.”

  “That's not going to happen.” There would be no sharing of Annie. “When will you be back?”

  “Monday night, after my mum gets home from work.”

  “Where does she work again? Far from home?”

  “About 40 minutes away, at a boarding school. I know some might think that’s a standard commute time, but it’s hard on a single mum with a bunch of kids.”

  “Which school?”

  “Kensington. She runs the kitchens there. It's a good job. It pays well. The hours and the location are just hard.”

  “I know it.” I knew the school all too well. My father had attended the venerable institution. He'd wanted me to go there as well, only I'd gone and hospitalized myself instead. “You're good to help.”

  “I kind of hate to go.” She looked at me shyly. But then she rose and got herself together, out the door on her journey far too soon.


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  Two days turned into four. On Monday night she explained that the plans her mother had made for her brother had fallen through. She had to stay and look after Brian. Tuesday she couldn't disentangle herself either.

  They were taking advantage of her. Those sisters of hers weren't babies. One was 18. If I knew Annie, and by now I felt I did, they'd grown used to taking advantage of her, knowing she'd have a hard time saying “no” to a family obligation.

  The four days she was gone seemed like four weeks. None of the other diversions that used to occupy my time held any interest. I wasn't going to invite Vic to a video chat. I knew a couple of sots in the area who could usually be relied upon for some spontaneous partying, but I wasn't up for that, either. It was Annie I wanted to see.

  All that playing with her, bringing her to peaks of pleasure while I practiced restraint? It left me pent-up with rock-hard desire. At least with her here, I could touch and hold. Without her, I was a beast in a cage, prowling back and forth. The urge to grab and take her built and grew in intensity with each passing hour.

  By the time she returned, I was a man possessed. She showed up at the door wearing heels. They were the ones she’d worn when I’d first met her. She wore them with a pretty dress, wrapped slim around her waist. Hourglass didn’t do justice to her figure, so ripe and curvaceous. Taking her in, my gaze turned dark.

  “I’m so sorry I was gone for so long! I missed you.” Sweet and shy, she looked like she might hug me.

  “Why don’t you go put your things away and meet me in the kitchen?” She headed for the stairs. “And Annie? Keep on the heels.”

  In the kitchen, I fixed myself a glass of Scotch. I tried to tell myself to go easy on her. Sweet and slow, wasn’t that what I’d intended to do with my Annie?

  I was standing, leaning against the counter when she walked in. She’d taken off the cardigan she’d been wearing over her dress. Her breasts rose up like two creamy scoops from the low neckline. Fuck sweet and slow. I needed more.

  “Unzip your dress.”

  “What?” Her eyes widened with surprise.

  “Take it off,” I growled.

  “I’ve only just…” She fidgeted, blushing and unsure. “I didn’t think…”

  I looked at her with a level, demanding gaze, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I should soften my words with her, my tone, but I couldn’t. The need within me blazed too hot.

  Shy, slow, she slid the dress down, stepping out, draping it against a chair. She stood there in her heels, panties and bra, shaking slightly, so vulnerable. I clutched the counter with white knuckles. I wanted to take her innocence, burying myself in her, splitting her open and fucking her senseless, driving into her right there on the kitchen floor.

  But she was a virgin. As much as something deep in me called out for exactly that, to mate and claim and possess, enough of a shred of sanity remained to stop me. Her first time couldn’t be like that. But there were other things I could do to her.

  “Come over here.” She walked shyly toward me over at the counter, perhaps expecting a kiss. Her breathing came quick, the creamy mounds of her breasts spilling out the top of her bra in fasts pants.

  She stood so close, I could have done it myself. But I wanted her to follow my orders, show me she wanted to do it. “Pull the cups of your bra down,” I instructed her.

  “Ian,” she whispered, shy, biting her lip.

  “Show me.”

  The sight of her complying, her fingers going up to her cups, sliding them down her breasts made me groan. She hesitated at her nipples. I wanted to watch her play with them, pinch them for me. Then she slid the cups lower, exposing herself, forcing her breasts up and out on display.

  I grit my teeth, feasting on the sight of her. Rosy tips hardened, such generous breasts, quivering. Mine.

  “Bend over.” Questions popped into her eyes, confused. But she’d heard me. “Onto the counter.” I pointed to the surface I wanted her over. I wanted her tits mashed there onto the cold stone, showing her who was in control, whom she served.

  She bent over, her ass in simple white panties, cotton but flirty with a bit of lace at the edge and not too much coverage. She had such a luscious ass. Standing to her side, I ran my hand along her back, praising her with my touch, her chest resting against the counter, a slight dip in her lower back. With her legs jacked up on heels, her ass was raised up in the air, displayed for my pleasure. There was no sight better in all the world.

  “So beautiful,” I murmured, sliding my hand along her ass, down her thighs, feeling her soft skin, the quivering, shaking coming from deep within. “Do you know what I’m going to do?”

  “No.” Her voice sounded shaky, breathy as my palm traveled her skin, branding her, marking, claiming her as mine. Such creamy skin, so unmarked.

  “I’m going to spank you.”

  “What?” Her eyes flew open, her body tense and she started to raise up. Palm in the center of her upper back, I guided her down again.

  “Shh, I’ve got you. I know what you need, Annie. I know what you’ll like. You’ve never been spanked before?”

  “No! Of course not.”

  A rush of possession seized me. No man had ever touched her this way. No man ever would.

  “Let me show you how it feels under my hand.” I drew up my palm, watching her ass. Seeing her tense, but not move away. Trusting me enough to give me this.

  Whack, my palm came down squarely on her plump ass.

  “Ah!” She arched back, her head up, her mouth open. “Ian!”

  My palm came down again, firm on the other ass cheek. I watched it jiggle as I hit it. I needed more. Thumbs hooked at the sides of her panties, I drew them down her legs. She stepped out of one leg, and I guided her foot a good distance apart again, right where I wanted it. Now she was naked for me, naked and waiting.

  Smack, I brought my hand down full across her ass. A pink mark where my palm had landed blossomed, glorious. There was my brand. Mine.

  “You were gone a long time.” Smack, down my hand came again and she groaned, panting. I spanked her again and again, my palm large and rough against her soft, rosy cheeks. I could feel it when it shifted in her. When the tension melted, the fear and confusion overtaken by more intense sensations. When she pushed her ass back into my palm, asking for more.

  “You were gone too long,” I told her, rough, smacking her ass to show her I meant it.

  “Yes,” she moaned, longing in her voice.

  “You belong here.” My palm came down on her ass as she stood for me, her feet splayed apart in heels. “You belong with me.” Whack, my hand fell lower, catching the bottom of her cheeks, the start of her pussy. Warm wetness met my touch. Annie liked her spanking. Caressing, I ran my palm along her ass, soothing the warm flesh, dipping down to her arousal.

  “So wet for me,” I groaned, sliding my finger along her slit, so warm and welcoming. She moaned in response, pressing back into my hand, greedy for more. “Tell me where you belong,” I coaxed, my touch now steady, rhythmic, circling her clit.

  “Here,” she sighed, her thighs quivering, her breath in pants.

  “Again.” I pinched her clit.

  “Here with you,” she cried, her thighs quivering and tense, desire building.

  “That’s right. That’s why you’re so wet.” I ran my fingers along the length of her pussy, drenching them in her slickness. Then I brought them to her mouth, pink and pretty, turned to the side as she pressed her cheek against the counter.

  “Open,” I commanded. She did as she was told and I slid my fingers into heaven, her soft, plush lips taking them in. “Taste how much you liked your spanking.” Her eyelids closed as she sucked. “You see how much you need me?” She nodded, licking my fingers. I could imagine her doing that to my cock, taking me in that eager, hot mouth. Sucking and licking just like that.

  “Enough.” I withdrew my fingers. “Down on the floor.” Stunn
ed, dazed, shaking, she took a moment to respond. “On your back.”

  She lay there and again I needed to take a moment. Spread out on the floor, naked save her bra pushed down to expose her breasts, her hair out like a waterfall around her head, she looked so gorgeous. Like every virgin sacrificed to a beast in Medieval paintings, or Green mythology. Classic beauty, classic innocence, and I was the one to destroy that, seize it, ruin her.

  I’d feel guilty if I were capable of it. Instead, I sank to my knees, any physical pain I felt crushed beneath a hot wave of lust. Taste her, I needed to taste. I brought my hands to her inner thighs, spreading her open for me. That was what I needed, what I’d missed so much these past nights. Heaven.

  I brought my face up and licked, drawing my wide tongue the full length of her pussy. She was so drenched, so dripping with arousal. I growled as I feasted. She mewled in response, pushing her hips up into my face, needy.

  “Stay still,” I barked. She’d need to be tied up the next time I did this so I could have complete control, do exactly as I pleased, take hours to fully explore and pleasure her. She stilled, and I licked, slowly, then started to fuck her with my tongue, insistent, in rhythm. The moans coming from her nearly undid me. My cock burned in my pants, tenting painfully. The feeling of sinking into her was so palpable, I could nearly feel it.

  But tonight I’d feel her cumming on my tongue.

  Up at her clit, I sucked, taking the swollen bud into my mouth. She twisted beneath me, unable to follow my orders, too aroused to stay still. I held her tight, one palm spreading her thigh open, the other down to scoop her ass, fingers pressing into her soft cheeks. Mine.

  When I bit her clit, sucking, she came apart, screaming my name, incoherent, twitching and clenching and giving me her cream. I sucked and licked, showing no mercy, driving her orgasm into her so deep her eyes rolled back into her head, her back arched off the floor, sweat glistening over her gorgeous body.