by Jesse Jordan
“No bed, just couch,” I say apologetically. “Next time your bed.”
“Fuck it, it'll work,” he says, lifting me up and pinning me against the wall as he kisses down my body. His powerful hands tear my blouse from me like it's tissue paper to expose more of my skin to his lips, and I'm helpless as he roughly caresses my body. His hands are as powerful as the rest of him, and I'm unable to even move except to wrap my legs around his torso as he crushes my lips in another powerful kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, plundering and taking what he wants, and I love it all.
“Ian.... the couch, the floor.... somewhere,” I beg when I can speak again, and Ian pulls me down on top of him, both of us rolling until he bumps against my small table and he laughs softly. “What?”
“We're gonna need a bigger room,” he jokes, sitting up and undoing his shirt. He peels it off and I'm left breathless again as his muscles are revealed. He's powerful, thick through the chest with a light scattering of blond hair over his chest that trails down his stomach to his waistband, where I reach out and cup, shocked again at the size of what I'm feeling.
“I'm going to need a bigger something, that's for sure.”
“Damn right you will,” Ian says, reaching for his belt and undoing it while I hurriedly kick off my boots and undo my jeans, pushing them down my hips. Ian's eyes drink me in while I get down to just my bra and panties before he grabs my wrists and pins them to the floor, leaning down and kissing me again. “Do you want me, Mary?”
“Yes,” I whisper, staring at him in half fear, half wonder, and all lust. “Yes, totally.”
“Just being sure,” he says half mockingly, letting go of my wrists to unsnap his jeans and take them off. His cock springs out and I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my sockets it's so big. I whimper, and I'm not sure if it's in want or insane desire as I think of that... that thing splitting me open. I reach forward and try to wrap my hand around it but it's impossible.
Ian smiles, reassuring me as he kisses me again, gathering me into his arms. He's still slightly rough, but each touch of his hands builds the heat inside me, and I stroke him back, tracing the complex patterns of his tattoos, thrilling as I discover the places that make him growl with desire for me. I can’t imagine him at full strength. I just know I want to touch him, to feel his warm skin, the prickle of his cheek on my body, the arousing roughness of his tongue.
Ian pulls me on top of him, my legs spreading to straddle his stomach as he pulls my breast into his mouth, his hands mauling my ass as I rub and ride over the thick ridges of his stomach muscles. “Ian... oh, that's fucking good...”
Ian hums as he licks and sucks on my left breast, his right hand reaching around my leg to start rubbing my pussy. I feel him slip inside even as he switches, and I'm washed in warmth as he probes me, his finger slipping deeper and deeper inside until I'm riding his digit, my clit grinding against his stomach and the flood of wetness from my pussy making our skin glisten. “Ian... oh fuck, I'm gonna come...”
“Good,” Ian growls, his eyes widening when I reach back and grab his cock, still thinking of him as the first waves roll through me. His finger doesn't stop but wiggles deeper, my soft cries becoming sharper as I go over the edge, shuddering. When it passes, Ian takes his finger out, smiling as he licks the juices off and hums hungrily. “If I knew you tasted that good, I'd have gone down the first time.”
“Don't worry baby, I'm... I'm one of those girls with lots of wetness,” I reassure him. “Uh... sometimes I squirt. Actually, I squirt a lot.”
“Every time with me,” Ian says with a touch of cockiness. “But first, look in my jeans, get my condom and put it on me.”
There's command in his voice but I want to obey, and I find the condom in his back pocket, of course, it's an extra-large size and I unwrap it carefully, glad that I'm already so wet even as I roll it down him, needing both hands to get it all the way down. “There's no way I can swallow this.”
“Oh, you could eventually,” Ian teases me, his voice heavy with confidence as he sits up and pulls me back into his lap, his cock slapping against my ass as he scoots back so that I can straddle his waist even as he sits up on the edge of my couch. “Gentle... at first.”
“Thank you,” I admit gratefully as I reach back. I try and position myself, but it's impossible, he's so big, so Ian helps by literally picking me up in his hands and positioning me on top of his cock. I put my toes on the carpet but Ian controls me totally as the head of his cock eases inside me. At first, it's easy, he's gotten me so wet, but then I feel him going deeper, deeper than I've ever had a man before and he pauses, watching my face.
“Mary?”
I shake my head, lifting a little before sinking down more, another quarter inch before I lift again. I ride him, thrusting myself on his thick, throbbing pole as he spreads me open deeper and deeper, Ian's eyes carefully watching me for any sign of too much, of the pain becoming too big for me to endure. I put my hands on his shoulders and slide up and down his shaft, gasping each time his cock head rubs against the deep spot inside me that feels so good. “Ian... don't stop... I want it all.”
Ian growls, his eyes flaring in excitement as he rolls us back onto the floor, pinning me underneath him as he pulls back, leaving the head of his cock just inside me. “You want it all? All of it?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I gasp, scratching his chest and making him hiss.
“Then take it, bitch,” he grunts, driving himself all the way inside me. The pleasure and pain are immediate and gigantic, and I half scream, the rest of the breath driven out of me. I grit my teeth as Ian pauses, giving me a moment to adjust before he starts small, little thrusts that stretch me open, turning the pain into amazing fullness until I'm moaning, looking into his deep brown eyes. “Better?”
“Much,” I purr, pulling him down into a kiss. Ian's hum of appreciation rumbles through both of us as he pulls back and thrusts in long and deep, my fingers clamping on his elbows as it seems to go on forever before he pulls back, another eternity of electricity twisting from my toes all the way to my fingertips before exploding in my brain, my mind swept away at the pleasure.
We move together, rolling and caressing each other, his lips and fingers working in harmony with his cock, driving me past my limits and leaving me shocked and overwhelmed as my body convulses. I've never felt this good, and I dig in as Ian pins me back down, his hips moving faster and faster, both of us climbing to something that I can't begin to imagine. I hang on, clutching him to me as I am swept away in another deep, powerful wave. I think I'm crying out his name, I don't know, but I can hear Ian's choked gasp as he calls out my name as he comes, his cock swelling before I feel the muted heat of his come filling the condom. We're both wet, I've never squirted this much before, and Ian looks down, his breath still ragged.
“You said wet, I didn't think this wet,” he laughs exhaustedly. “You always this way?”
“When I've been fully pleasured... yeah,” I admit, smiling contentedly. “Hope you don't mind?”
“The way you took me?” Ian asks, sighing happily. “Never. Sorry about calling you bitch, by the way.”
“Why?” I ask, grinning. “I'm giving you fifteen minutes, and then you're going to see just how much of a bitch I can be. Hope all that strength and muscle has endurance with it.”
Ian laughs, grinning confidently again. “You'll see, won't you?”
Chapter 8
Ian
The morning sunlight stabs my eyes, and I know as soon as I roll over that I fucked up.
Sleep apnea isn’t like forgetting normal meds. If you forget your BiPAP, your brain starts to starve for oxygen that first night, your sleep gets disturbed, you end up not getting the rest you need.
If you sleep through the night at all (not at all guaranteed), you wake up grumpy and not rested, which is exactly how I feel as I blink, trying not to shove Mary's petite sleeping body from me as I struggle for air. I know I'm not really short of breath, just that my
brain forgets that I'm actually alive. Shit, I slept on my back too, which is one of those positions that my body tends to just forget to breathe in.
“Mm... you okay?” Mary asks sleepily and still lazily, getting the rest of the way off me. She's waking up, but she slept well, her little body cuddled against me like I was her favorite teddy bear. “You sound like you're in pain.”
“I am,” I admit, wincing at the hurtful growling tone in my voice and the look on her face when I do, looking like I just slapped her. It's not Mary's fault, it's my fucking fault for forgetting about my fucking BiPAP and falling asleep this way. Why the fuck did I bring her back to her place instead of mine anyway? I slept on a goddamn carpet, my spine feels like I slept on glass.
“Can I get you anything?” she asks, trying to be nice. Still, her hurt tone pierces my tired brain, pissing me off because I know I caused it. “Uh, aspirin maybe?”
“Won't help,” I grumble, reaching for my jeans and starting to tug them on.
“Okay,” Mary says, trying to understand but obviously not. “Ian...”
“It's not you....” I start before stopping, not wanting to sound like a fucking idiotic meme. “It's not you. I'll call you later.”
I get dressed hurriedly before Mary can pull on some fresh clothes and am out the door, the sunlight stabbing daggers into my eyeballs and making me wish I had my fucking sunglasses.
I get home, and by the time I do I'm already regretting how I left. It’s not Mary's fault, I just fucked up. But I'm exhausted, and I'm barely thinking by the time I stumble in the door of my house, searching for my BiPAP. I strap the nose piece on and lay down, hoping for once that I didn't get enough sleep so that I can at least take a nap. If not, it's going to be a miserable day, and I'm sick of being miserable and grumpy.
Thankfully, I can feel at least light sleep falling over me again as I sink into my mattress, and I roll onto my left side, letting the machine do its work and hoping I can at least get a power nap in. I start dreaming, and they're good dreams, the type I have when I'm breathing well. In it, I'm with Mary, sitting on a beach and just talking.
“So, I guess that means I can't sleep in your arms from now on?” she asks, half pouting. “But I like your big muscles.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Maybe a little, if we can figure out the air hose. But it should be on my side. You can always use my arm as a pillow.”
Mary hums and rubs my arm, smiling. “It is pretty big. Among other big things on you.”
Suddenly, both of us are naked, but it doesn't seem weird at all. Instead, I feel natural looking at the black tuft of hair above her lower lips, the narrow tightness of her waist. She's slender, and the cute bubblegum tips of her small breasts arouse me even more than her knowing smile. “A little bit exhibitionist?”
She reaches out, wrapping her tiny hand around my throbbing stiff cock and licks her pink lips. “I can do more than just take it all in my pussy, you know.”
“Nobody ever has,” I warn her, but Mary laughs lightly.
“I'm like no other woman you've ever met, Ian.”
Mary bends down, kissing the tip of my cock with her sweet lips before licking it slowly, sensuously tracing around the flared edge of my head and making my eyes roll back in my head. She's devilish, teasing as she licks me from base to tip, sucking my balls one by one into her mouth and rolling them around in her mouth before licking back up, smiling when I look down. “Ready, lover?”
“As much as you want,” I rasp, and she spreads her lips slowly, lowering her head down my cock, sucking inch after inch in. I know I must be dreaming when she doesn't stop halfway like any other woman who's tried has done, her lips spreading grotesquely as she sucks me into her throat, massaging me with her muscles. She readjusts herself, straddling my knees to pull back, not letting the head of my cock out from between her enchanted lips as she starts deepthroating me over and over, sucking me impossibly. Her tongue rubs every tender spot, and she takes everything as I grab the back of her head and start throat fucking her hard, pounding my cock in and out of her strawberry sweet mouth. With a deep gasp, I'm nearly ready to come, and Mary moans, wanting me to finish in her mouth. I pull out enough to flood her mouth with my cream, crying out as I fill her all the way, come dribbling out around the vacuum seal of her lips and she moans in ecstasy; she swallows and smiles, licking her lips.
“That was delicious,” she says, rubbing my chest. “Thank you, my love.”
“Love?” I ask, stunned.
“Of course,” Mary says, smiling. “I was made for you, and you for me. Didn't you know that already? You'll know when the time's right.”
Suddenly, I realize my phone's ringing, pulling me out of sleep. I roll over and see that it's Rocky and that I've been asleep for nearly an hour and a half. Grunting, I hit the button while I unstrap my BiPAP. “Hold on Rock, I just woke up.”
Rocky's woken me up before, and he knows it takes a few seconds to get my BiPAP off, I pray to God I never have to get out of a house fire with this fucking thing on. I guess I can if I have to, although I might end up running out of the house looking like a naked Dumbo. It takes a few extra seconds to shut off my machine before I pick up my phone again. “Hey Rock, what's up?”
“Hey man, late night?” Rocky asks knowingly, and I remind myself to kick James in the ass next time I see him. Fucking gossip.
“Yes and no. I forgot my fucking machine, so I was a total ass this morning. I owe someone an apology later.”
Rocky hums knowingly. “Yeah, you can be a jerk in the mornings. So, you went home and took a nap?”
“Yeah,” I admit, feeling the squelchy feeling in my jeans. Damn, I haven't had a wet dream that hot in... well, since my teen years. “Is that all you called about, Rock? No offense, I mean the nap helped, but I'm still short on sleep.”
“No, actually I was calling because Cora got a call from Joey. His video went great, and he wanted to know if we could do a jam session at the studio this afternoon and tomorrow. He's feeling like laying some work down. Cora wanted to know if you were up for it, but she had to run Bella out to karate class,” Rocky says. “I'm on baby duty, so Lionel and I get to handle the calls.”
“Sure. Is Maria willing to watch Bella and Lionel?” I ask. “Or Andrea?”
“I think we'll let Joey's sister handle this one. Andrea's going to want to blog the session, you know. Think you can make it to the studio by four?” Rocky asks, and I check my clock, it's just about ten thirty now.
“Yeah, I can do that. Let me roll out of bed, get washed and showered, all that happy shit and maybe get a lift and some food in. I can't promise six hours of jamming, but I can meet you guys. You know, that'll be easier when we get your fucking trailer finished.”
Rocky laughs, and I can hear him leaning back in his voice, probably smiling. “Tell me about it. All right man. By the way, James told me when we talked, you new girl, Mary... she's cute. James says you two looked right together. Take that for what it's worth.”
“It means I'll only kick him in the ass at half-strength for blabbing,” I grumble, sitting up but still smiling a little. “Okay, see you later Rock.”
“That sounds like the Ian I know and love,” Rocky teases before hanging up. He and I never say bye to each other, just a habit.
I get out of bed and shower, making sure to pitch my underpants and jeans into the washer. I'm a total bachelor, and my laundry habits are simple. I throw everything into the washer, and when it's full, I drop in a detergent tablet and run a load. There's a practical reason why I only buy black underwear and socks.
I've still got a few items before I need to run this load though, and I take my time showering, washing my hair before shaving and letting the water wash away the rest of my exhaustion. The power nap helped, but I'm probably going to need a pretty wicked pre-workout today, thankfully they sell those at the gym pre-mixed. Stepping out and drying off, I look at my eyes in the mirror, reflecting on what I told Rocky.
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p; I was an ass to Mary, and that's not cool. She didn't do anything wrong, and I need to make that up to her. Going out to my bedroom I grab my phone again, letting the rest of my body air dry, although my back could use a little bit of care. I ignore it, dialing Mary's number from speed dial, where I note in the back of my mind I've already put her in my phone's memory. Before I can get worried though she picks up, her voice cautious. “Ian?”
“Hey, Mary,” I greet her, wiggling side to side. I'm glad the back yard is fenced, nobody can see me as I stand buck ass naked in the sunlight in my living room. “I wanted to say I'm sorry. I was a jerk this morning.”
She lets out a deeply held breath and I realize that I worried her, that she thought that maybe despite everything, I was calling her to say I was playing hit it and quit it. Not my style, not after watching Rocky and Joey find happiness. More importantly, not with the way she made me feel before, during, and until I woke up this morning, after we had sex last night. “Thank you, Ian. What happened?”
“I fell asleep without my BiPAP and slept on my back. It's a recipe for my apnea to go off. So, I woke up feeling like someone stabbed a knife in my ears, and another one between my eyes.”
I've spent most of the time in our short relationship being understanding for Mary, so it feels strange to be on the other end of the situation as she hums. “That I can understand at least. When I was kicking, I woke up every day for a week feeling like I had those Riverdance fuckers going off on my forehead.”
“Something like that. I feel a little better now, I've had a nap, but it's going to be a long day. Rocky wants to get together at Gashouse to do some sort of recording and I just wanted... I'm sorry.”
“Well, next time that leaves us two options. Either we go to your place, or we pre-plan and bring your machine to my place,” Mary says, then laughs nervously. “That is... if you want to.”
