All I Need: Ian & Annie

by Callie Harper

  “But you deserve more than that,” I insisted.

  “Well,” she said, softening her tone, “if I fell in love with you then, I’m certainly not going to pass on you now.” She kissed me. “All I’m saying is you didn’t have to go through so much trouble.”

  “You mean I didn’t have to start walking again? Aw, man.” I shook my head in mock regret. We both laughed, at how stubborn we’d been and the crazy twists and turns that had arisen in our paths.

  “Anyway, we're together now and that's all that matters.” She wrapped her arms around me. I lost myself in kissing her, carrying her up to my bedroom where we could do everything we wanted. I wasted no time in slipping her shirt over her head, cupping her full breasts, kneeling before her as I worshiped at my favorite altar.

  “You in those sexy little outfits,” I groaned, remembering those weeks when we'd shared office space. “That silk dress you wore? The blouse with the low neckline?”

  She laughed. “They were more appealing than the jumpers.”

  I paused, remembering my cruel remarks from over a year ago. “I feel so terrible about what I said about your father that night.”

  “You remember that, do you?”

  “I don't remember too much of that night, thank God. But that, I do remember. I’m so sorry. I had no idea he’d passed away.”

  “I know you didn’t.” She ruffled my hair, kissed my cheek, my lips, forgiving me with her words and her touch. “I never talked about him, so how could you have known?”

  “I should have asked about your father. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

  “Well, I forgive you.”

  I'd spend the rest of my days making sure she never regretted that decision. Hand down at her hips, I slid off her panties. Cupping her, I brought her to the edge of the bed, parting her legs with my shoulders and settling in to treat her the way she deserved. She tasted exactly right, honey sweet and slick on my tongue. I could go down on her for hours. But she was so sensitive, so responsive, that I felt her nearing climax quickly. We were still so new together, so impatient, with her that close, I couldn't wait. Sometime in the future, I'd torture her, savoring each moan, quiver, and beg as she pleaded with me to make her come. Right then, though, I bit her clit then drove my tongue deep into her until she shuddered, screaming, bucking and coming in my mouth.

  Licking and drinking down every quiver, I ran my hands along her stomach, down her sides as her heartbeat and breathing slowed. I looked up at her, a satisfied smile on my face. “I want you naked all the time.”

  “I’m OK with that,” she agreed. “But will you be, too?”

  “Right.” I knew that would come up. We'd shared so much together, but I had yet to be fully naked with her. I'd kept my shirt on the night we first made love, changing back into my pants right after we finished. I could feel that Annie loved me, and I knew she had a big heart. I also knew, objectively, that my treatments over the last year had lessened my scarring, improving the disfiguration. But a decade and a half of self-loathing didn't go away overnight. I looked at her, squinting. “You sure?”

  “Ian, I love you.” She reached up and pulled me to her on the bed. Resting next to her, we kissed, her hands roaming my chest, my arms. She brought her fingers to the base of my T-shirt and touched my lower abdomen, the tips of her fingers sending so much heat through my body. “Can I?” she asked, so loving, so turned on, wanting to take off my shirt.

  “Go ahead,” I agreed, gritting my teeth and preparing for the worst. Her hands explored me, gentle. When she found my burns along my back, her eyes filled with tears. “I'm so sorry this happened to you,” she said.

  “You don't have to touch me there if you don't want to.” I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see any revulsion in her eyes.

  “Ian, I love all of you. You’re all I need.” She wrapped her arms around my back, shifting and moving so she could kiss me right where I was scarred the worst. “I love your scars. They're part of you. I don't want you to ever doubt that.”

  I didn't have any words. Annie taught me what true love really was. That was all there was to it.

  “After all, they're not so bad,” she teased, settling back against my chest. “You're not the Phantom of the Opera.” We both laughed, remembering when we'd first been getting to know each other.

  “I think that was when I started getting better,” I reflected. “When you made me laugh at myself.”

  “I was terrible.” She shook her head

  “You were wonderful. You brought back my life.”

  “You did that yourself.” Her eyes shone with admiration. I didn't know how I’d gotten so lucky. I wrapped her in my arms, devouring her with my kiss, pushing against her with all the need I had pounding within me.

  “Let me show you how hot I think you are.” Giving me a mischievous grin, she undid my jeans. I helped her slide them and my briefs off. Resting back with my head against the pillow, I watched her as she trailed her fingers down my stomach, then grasped my cock in her palm. She leaned down, giving my crown a lick, making a satisfied purr as she tasted my precum.

  “You kill me, Annie,” I groaned, watching her open her mouth and slide in my cock. Words cannot describe how hot she looked as she eagerly licked and sucked, straining to take my thick shaft down. She was inexperienced, exploring more than working into a rhythm, driving me crazy.

  “Annie, this might be too much.” I brought my hands to her head and she popped off, looking up at me. “Can we try something?” Eagerly, she nodded her head, such a willing student. “If it's too much, you tell me.”

  “Show me what you want,” she said. I didn't need to be asked twice. I helped her get comfortable, propping pillows against the head of the bed and settling her seated against them. Then I kneeled, one knee on either side of her, and brought my cock to her mouth. “Can you suck me like this?” I asked, feeding her my giant cock.

  She nodded, opening her mouth to take me in. At first, I went slow, a thrust giving her just my tip. Even that stretched her lips and her eyes grew big, her hands tightening on the sheets by her side.

  “Relax,” I reminded her, stroking her hair, her cheek. I was big and she had to open wide to take me all in, but she’d done it before. I couldn't wait for her to do it again. I started moving, in and out, giving her more of my dick. I watched her closely, looking for signs that she might not like it, that it might overwhelm her, but she sucked me down hard and eager, swirling her tongue around me, moaning as I began thrusting deeper down her throat.

  “Can you take it all?” I grunted, feeling my balls start to slap against her chin as I fucked her mouth.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, the vibration stroking my cock, nodding as she looked up at me, eyes glazed with arousal. My thighs started shaking, my balls tightening she sucked me so hot and tight. Kneeling over her, fucking her mouth, it was so filthy. She was so sweet and pure and I was corrupting her. What drove me on was how much she loved it.

  I felt myself about to cum. In her mouth, on her tits? So many tantalizing options. We’d have time for them all. I knew it might be too much for her, but I couldn't resist. Pulling out at the last moment, I leaned back, jerking myself off, spraying her huge tits with my cum. Thick, pearly stripes coated her breasts. The sight of it, marking her as mine, made me roar. What truly drove me over the edge though, was the look of ecstasy on her face as I covered her in my cum. That moment, realizing how dirty she liked to get, nearly made me cum all over again.

  With inspiration like that, it didn't take me long to get hard again. She was still dreamy and melted, her eyes half lidded and dopey with pleasure when I told her to get up on all fours.

  “You’re hard again?” she asked in amazement, looking down and seeing what she'd done to me. “Is that normal?”

  “Nothing about me is normal, baby. I told you that right from the beginning. Now, get up on all fours.”

  She complied, and the sight of her rump, so soft and pink got me even harder. I caressed her
, my large hand smoothing over her buttocks, and she shivered at my touch. Condom on, I warned her, “It's deep like this.” But that was all the warning she got. Grabbing her ass, I spread her cheeks apart, positioning my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. I drove straight in.

  She screamed as I filled her, spreading her wide with my cock. I didn't take it easy, no stopping or even slowing down to give her time to adjust. I needed her, all of her, and I had to fuck her hard. Holding her in place, I pushed the center of her upper back down, mashing her breasts against the bed sheets. Grabbing her hips, I tilted her up and drove into her again and again, hammering into her slick depths. She shook and groaned, panting my name, screaming yes. Blood pounded in my ears as I drove us both home, reaching my finger around to rub her clit as I slammed into her and let loose. Her pussy clenched around my cock, milking me, as we both came. I thrust into her until I collapsed down onto my elbows, a sweaty, panting mess.

  “I think this is the real reason I did all that rehab,” I teased as I laid down next to her, my heart pounding in my chest. It took strength and stamina to make love to Annie the way she deserved. There were other reasons why I’d undergone the surgery, done the treatments and punishing physical therapy, building back my strength. Right then, though, I couldn’t think of one of them.

  “I love you so much.” She settled on my chest, her hair tossed and wild, her face flushed and rosy. “You talk about how I changed your life. But you changed mine, too, you know. If I hadn’t met you, I’d still be living in my little village, doing the wash.”

  “You would have made a change.” I kissed her head, appreciating the compliment, but I believed in her too much to accept that she never would have done it on her own. I was glad, though, that she thought I’d had a positive role in all the happy changes.

  “Well, I would have drunk myself into an early grave without you. I owe you everything.” I swallowed and took a chance. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.”

  Then came the words I’d hoped to hear. “Sounds good to me,” Annie murmured as she nestled into my chest.

  21

  Annie

  Ian and I flew back to Edinburgh in his private jet. Now that we were together, there was no question in either of our minds, we never wanted to be apart again. I moved right into his apartment.

  We'd already made the decision, but when he saw the flat I was living in with so many other roommates, he nearly hit the roof. “This is where you've been living?” he asked in a hissed whisper once we got into my bedroom. “This place is a pigsty!”

  “This coming from the man who used to live in the crumbling mausoleum?” I had to remind him. “When I first saw that place, I thought it looked like the set of a vampire movie.”

  “Point taken,” he had to agree, helping me pack my belongings. Grumbling, he added, “I did not like the way that guy looked at you out there. He seemed shady.”

  Again, I had to remind him who it was talking. “You were the shadiest character when I first met you.”

  “And look what I did to you. I corrupted you right to the bone, didn’t I?” He took me into his arms, kissing me as we embraced. He gave me a satisfied smile.

  I had to agree. “I'm happy that you did.”

  His apartment was very fancy, in a luxury building, but it lacked the touch of home. We hung up some of my artwork, bought a few more pieces that we both liked. He filled the rooms with music I hadn't heard before, introduced me to books I'd never heard about, but my favorites would always be romances.

  We didn't try to hide our status, and the higher-ups at Callahan and Spence did raise eyebrows about our relationship. Deirdre called me into her office and questioned me about it.

  “Is this a consensual relationship?” she asked.

  “What do you think?” I shot back. Ian was hot as shit and rich to boot. Half the women I knew had tried to get with him.

  “Are you doing this so you can get ahead with your career? Because if you are—”

  “Deirdre,” I cut her off. “I'm doing this because I'm in love with him. I've been in love with him for a year and a half now. And I plan on being in love with him for the rest of my life. So if this firm has a problem with that, tell me now because if it does, Ian is staying and this job is going.”

  She'd never heard me talk quite so bluntly or directly before. It had a positive effect. She nodded, more respect in her eyes for me than I'd ever seen before. “All right then,” she agreed. “People are going to talk. But as long as you don't let it affect your work—”

  “It won't,” I assured her. And I made sure that it didn't. If anything, I cared even more about making sure our work with Douglas Distillery went well.

  The launch with the new logo to a distribution five times as large as Douglas had been reaching in previous years took a lot of time and effort from everyone on the team, but it paid off. Ian was right. The scotch was fantastic. We created a social media campaign that went viral, featuring elderly people and young hipsters both talking about how much they liked Douglas Scotch. The catch was they were all wearing the same clothes, with checked jackets, polyester pants and Macintosh caps, not to mention the slim mustaches.

  It was Jax’s grandfather, Ace, who had given us the idea. He'd talked to both of us at the wedding reception, sporting a plaid jacket and the kind of hat you saw old Scottish men wearing in pubs—and hipsters. “Here's what you do,” he'd told us. “You make it clear that if you're cool, it doesn't matter how old you are, you're cool. And you drink Douglas Scotch.”

  We'd run with it, and it had been a huge hit. We'd kept old Aengus Douglas as the face of the brand, realizing that was part of the appeal of a Scotch that dated back over 200 years. But we gave his portrait some swagger, sketching him a Macintosh cap as he winked and gave the buyer the thumbs-up. People loved it.

  At night, Ian and I enjoyed dinners and concerts, making some friends in the area. We felt like a little corporate couple, dressed in our spiffy clothes, taking meetings and doing calls. But together, lying in the dark, it was just the two of us, as we had always been.

  “Do you like being a corporate titan now?” I asked him one night, tracing a finger down his bare chest.

  “Is that what I am?” he asked. “Funny, that's how I always thought of my father.”

  His father ran a billion-dollar hedge fund, so I knew he really wasn't quite in that league. But Douglas Distillery was thriving and he was at the helm. “I think you’re a corporate titan,” I declared.

  “With you by my side, I feel like I can do anything.” He always said exactly the right thing.

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  One weekend, not too long after we got back, I took Ian back to meet my family. Standing in our tiny kitchen, it felt like a lifetime ago that I'd lived there, fighting with my siblings, trying to fill in for my mom.

  “Isn't he the one who was a jerk to you?” Jess whispered by my side, staring at Ian as if he were an alien landed in our home.

  “It's so good to finally meet you.” My mother handled it like the class act she was, giving him a warm hug, fixing him tea as we all crowded round our too-small kitchen table. He charmed them all, bragging about how wonderful I was, how they should see me in action at the advertising agency. Hearing him adore me so openly warmed them to him.

  My mother still found a moment with me, just the two of us as everyone grabbed jackets or used the bathroom before we hopped in the car. We were all driving to Kensington School to go see Brian.

  “Is he good to you?” she asked.

  “So good. I’m so in love with him, mum. He was going through a lot of pain before, but he’s so strong. You wouldn’t believe how strong he is.”

  “Well, he looks like a strapping young man I’ll give you that.” She still sounded a little unconvinced. “You're sure? After everything that happened? He's good to you?”

  I expressed it in terms I knew she'd understand. “H
e's good to me like Dad was to you.”

  Her eyes filled with tears. “Don’t make me cry,” she warned.

  “Don’t make me cry,” I returned, feeling my eyes well up, too.

  “Give me a hug.” She gave me a big one. “I’m so happy for you.”

  I'd been on the Kensington campus many times before, visiting my mother, but that afternoon felt so special. Knowing that Ian had funded the program that benefited my brother, my heart swelled so big. We all had lunch together, enjoying the menu my mother had created and her kitchen staff had prepared. Brian joined us and it had to be the happiest I'd ever seen him. He was like the mayor of campus, greeting everyone, getting high fives. It was clear he'd found his place.

  “We can't tell you how much this has meant to our family,” my mother said to Ian, struggling with words over her emotion.

  “Your daughter means all the world to me.” Ian stopped her from saying more. “I’d do anything for Annie.”

  Back in the car, we drove slowly to Edinburg, not in a rush. We stopped at a breathtaking scenic vista overlooking the Hills and Dales of our fair country.

  “You know,” I began, “starting that special needs program is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

  “I'd start a hundred if it would make you happy.”

  What could I say to that? He took my breath away. We chatted easily all the way back, but once we returned to our apartment I could tell something else was on both of our minds. We’d been busy, spending time with family, working long hours. But we still needed to play.

  “I want you in the bedroom with nothing on.” Ian looked at me, dark and wicked, and I caught my breath. I wasted no time. He’d shown me how much I enjoyed following his orders.

  I hustled to the bedroom and stripped. Lying on the sheets, completely naked, anticipation wound its way up and down my limbs. He hadn’t even touched me yet and I already felt wet. Impatient, I slid a finger down. My eyes closed in a hiss of pleasure as I sank into my pussy, slick and aroused as I waited for Ian.