I'm Holding On

by Scarlet Wolfe

  Coffee shops and an array of restaurants serving anything from pizza to organic meals line the streets. It’s a cool part of Portland. Although there are some upscale shops, it’s not stuffy like the area I grew up in.

  It’s June and the weather is great today, only being in the mid-seventies right now. I can see that Brynlee takes her running seriously. She’s in a rhythm, a zone you could say, and I get the vibe this is her therapeutic time to think.

  She never says another word until we make it back to her place. I’m winded, and she’s not whatsoever, but I would’ve killed myself not letting her win if she’d ran farther.

  “Come on in.” I follow her into the apartment and watch her go straight to the kitchen. She pulls two bottled waters out of her fridge and hands me one.

  “I’m going to jump in the shower. I’ll be quick. Then you can take one if you like, but don’t feel obligated.”

  “I brought a change of clothes. We would conserve water taking one together.”

  Her hands go to her hips and her head cocks to the side. “No, Ian. We’re taking separate showers. You’re already overturning my rule today with your loophole.”

  I hold my hands up in front of me.

  “OK, sorry. You can’t blame me for trying. It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck, and the feel of them sliding across the sweat between us has me hard. I yank her to me.

  “That I believe,” she says, smiling.

  “Feel what you do to me.”

  “Yes, I can’t miss what you’re rubbing against me.”

  I let out a chuckle. “Go get your shower before I show up in there, anyway.”

  She lets me go, and when she turns, I swat her ass. I can’t help it. It looks awesome in those shorts.

  We’re Good at Our Jobs

  Brynlee

  I’m in the shower, trying to keep up the confidence I’ve managed to display so far today. Inside, I’m a nervous wreck since Ian’s surely going to push my restraint.

  I saw no sense in trying to race him. First, I’ve never met anyone so determined, so I’m sure he would’ve beat me. Second, even if I had won, it wouldn’t have stopped him from touching me. These guys barely take no for an answer.

  I put on a hot pink tank top and a pair of Victoria Secret grey sweats with their Pink logo going down one of the legs. I enter the living room, and Ian eyes me from head to toe, giving me his signature look. The one that makes the craving I hold intact to unfurl in my belly.

  “Help yourself to the towels on the shelf in the bathroom. I put out the shampoo and soap that smells the least girly.”

  Ian grins before he saunters to the hallway, his change of clothes in hand.

  I have a very small island in my kitchen, which I set the ingredients on for our croissants. I’m sure he’ll be doing more watching, touching and eating than learning, but I think it’ll be a fun time with him. He never disappoints in that department.

  Ian comes out, his golden blonde hair messy and damp. His black athletic shorts are hanging low on his hips, and his blue, Columbia University t-shirt is snug. This man looks sexier every time I see him.

  His hands splay across my stomach after he wraps his arms around my waist. His lips find my neck before his teeth nibble.

  “You’re not wearing a bra. That’s sexual harassment in the workplace.”

  “Bothering with one is kind of futile with you, but I imagine I could have a full on harassment lawsuit if you do to me what you have planned.”

  Ian yanks me around until I’m facing him, my back pressed against the island.

  “I kinda think you’re looking forward to this trouble today, and I haven’t had my kiss yet.”

  His tongue slips between my parted lips that have no urge to put up a fight. Taking his time, he explores every corner of my mouth and caresses my tongue with his while his thumbs draw circles on my waist.

  He’s in control and giving me a taste of the sexual prowess he’ll impose on me later. I put my hands on his chest.

  “OK, it’s time for you to learn not teach.”

  I get a big laugh from him.

  “I love how clever you are. Teach away.”

  “We’re making chocolate mousse croissants today.”

  “Are those the ones you brought me on our first date?”

  “Yes, and now, you’ll be able to make them.”

  “You’re a funny girl.”

  I proceed to give Ian a quick rundown of what we’ll be doing exactly. He’s meticulous in measuring the ingredients out for me. With his personality, I expect as much. I’d already gotten the dough ready since it takes a lot of preparation and time being refrigerated.

  Ian insists on standing behind me as we roll it out. His strong biceps are rubbing against my arms as his powerful hands move with mine on the rolling pin.

  I feel like Demi Moore in Ghost. It’s erotic as his breath falls on my ear and cheek. My lips are quivering, and my legs begin to tremble. I try to grasp how I quickly became a junkie to Ian’s sensuous being.

  We cut out the dough, and I show him how to fill each piece with the chocolate mousse we made from scratch.

  “I knew I’d enjoy doing this with you, but it’s been more fun than I expected,” he says. After he finishes the last one, he scoops out a finger of mousse and sticks it straight into my mouth. I suck it off as he slowly pulls it out.

  Eyes never leave my mouth, and I see Ian’s control slipping. “Who knew baking could be so erotic,” he says slowly.

  I lick my lips. “I didn’t until today.”

  While we wait on the croissants to finish cooking, we discuss other places we long to travel to. I tell him about the chef I’d like to take a class from in France, and he seems excited about it since he’s tried his hand at baking.

  I place the warm croissants on a tray, and show Ian how to pipe a drizzle of melted chocolate onto each of them.

  “You’re really good at this. I knew you would be. You’re too intelligent and attentive not to be able to follow the directions. That’s all cooking really requires.”

  “Thank you, but you need to give yourself a little more credit. Not everyone could do this. When will Andrea be home?”

  “Not until late. She’s out of town for the day, visiting her mother.”

  There’s the look. He’s been patient, but sucking on his finger killed it.

  “Do you want a croissant?” I ask.

  He shakes his head no, his seductive look never wavering. “But I am pretty fond of this mousse and chocolate sauce.”

  He reaches over and slowly pulls my tank top over my head. “Your body is phenomenal, Brynlee.” In one swift move, Ian has me picked up and is laying me on the kitchen floor. He squats down at my feet and begins sliding my sweats off, displaying my pink, silky panties.

  “I’m going to honor your new rule today.”

  “Oh really? It sure doesn’t appear that way, seeing I’m one, tiny article of clothing away from being stark naked.”

  “You said I could kiss you.” He stands and then returns to the floor with the bowl of mousse and the pastry bag of chocolate sauce. “I’m going to spread this on you with my fingers, but then I promise to only use my mouth to remove it.”

  “Mr. Williams, is this how you plan to manipulate your way around a courtroom?”

  He smirks. “A lot of money has been spent to ensure I’m good at my job.” His playful expression darkens to the provocative one I’ve grown accustomed to.

  “You’re going to come for me right here on this floor, and I’m not even going to put my mouth on the easiest spot to make that happen.”

  My lips are quivering again, and I’m holding my breath. Can he really make me orgasm without touching me there? He’s good, but he isn’t that talented.

  “No way.”

  “No way, you won’t let me, or no way it isn’t possible.”

  “It isn’t possible.”

  “We’ll see abou
t that.”

  Ian scoops a handful of mousse out of the bowl and smears it lightly along both sides of my neck and my arms. Another scoop slides down my legs. My body shivers as I force air out of my lungs.

  More of it smears across my chest and all over my stomach. I can’t help but flinch from the feel of his fingers and the coolness of the mousse.

  Picking up the pastry bag, he pipes circles of chocolate sauce on my nipples, which bead even harder under the liquid. He’s calculating and patient with his placement, his eyes becoming heady as every inch of my body transforms into a living pastry.

  He puts the bowl and bag back on the island and removes his shirt. My breath hitches even more when I see his broad chest, streamlined waist and ripped abs. The V’s off his hips are showing, and the trail of blonde hair that disappears into his shorts has me wanting to take them off.

  The next thing I know, he’s over top of me, holding himself up with his arms. His mouth goes to my ear, and his blistering breath sends chills down my spine.

  “Relax, Brynlee. I promise I won’t bite, not too hard, anyway.” His lips begin their descent down my neck, his tongue twirling and teasing as he licks up the mousse. The anticipation of what’s to come has me ready to hyperventilate, and my body is stiffening from his faint touch.

  His sizzling mouth moves to my arms next, his slick tongue skimming down the length of them. My fingers form a tent as I press them hard into the floor.

  “Ian, this is torture.”

  “You deserve to be in paradise, so close your eyes and let me take you there.”

  My eyelids shut, but I feel my lashes fluttering from my frayed nerves. The tip of his wet tongue plays along my stomach, causing me to flinch and whimper from the prickling sensations. In an effort to brace myself, I thread my fingers through his hair.

  “Mmm …” I hear come from his lips. His body then moves farther down mine until his tongue is swirling languid circles along my legs. My heels shove into the floor as the ache between my thighs pulsates, and a burning heat spreads out to my extremities.

  “Oh, Ian,” I mutter.

  He slithers back up to my neck, sucking, nibbling and groaning. “I know you’re close, baby,” he whispers in my ear.

  His mouth traces chocolate down to my nipples. My breasts are swollen and at full attention when his tongue begins circling them. I pull his hair and let out “awws” from the mounting sensation of his mouth lapping up the mouse and chocolate sauce.

  I’m beginning to believe I could reach climax if he continues, and I don’t know if it’s because what we’re doing is so erotic or the fact my eyes are closed, leaving me to only focus on the euphoria his mouth is giving.

  The heat of his tongue mixing with the coolness of the chocolate is like fire and ice to my skin. He continues licking and sucking at my breasts until I’m moaning wildly and digging my nails into his scalp.

  He then drags each nipple through his teeth, causing me to buck beneath him as every tug of my stiff peaks makes my ache stronger and my panties wetter.

  “Let go with me. You want to come, and I’ll keep doing this until you do.” The assault on my nipples is never ending as he repeatedly drags them through his teeth before sucking on them hard.

  Oh, god. I feel it beginning. The tingling everywhere is overwhelming, the throbbing too much. My muscles squeeze over and over, wanting something to clench, wanting Ian’s hard cock to hold onto.

  “Shit, Ian. I want you inside of me.”

  “Tell me to do it, and I’ll be in that warm, tight space in a second.” He slides my nipples one last time through his smoldering mouth until I can’t take it anymore. “That’s it. Come for me, Brynlee.”

  My body convulses as the bursts of pleasure explode like fireworks. I’m lightheaded and starving for oxygen. His mouth is back on mine, sharing the taste of chocolate and his incessant want.

  “Every day I could make you feel that incredible. Let me, sweet girl. Please,” he whispers against my lips.

  I want to make him feel as good physically, so I manage to roll him over in the small space between the counter and the island. I’m now on top, sitting up and straddling him.

  “Don’t move. I can’t tell you what you want to hear right now, but I can show you how much I want you, too.”

  I scoot farther down his legs and work my fingers along the happy trail of his taut abdomen. After climbing off of him, I pull on his shorts taking them and his boxers off quickly, and I can’t help but stare at his long length.

  Straddling his legs again, I let my eyes roam back up his body. The light above us is shining into his, and they’re greener than any I’ve ever seen before. The eagerness and wonder is there as he waits for my next move.

  I grip his swollen cock and revel in the feel of it. The last time I touched him, he was pleasuring me, and it was almost all I could focus on, but now, the velvety outer feel over the rock hard, pulsing flesh beneath my palm arouses me.

  Leaning over, I wrap my mouth around his dick, sealing my lips, taking him all the way back to my throat. He growls and grabs hold of my hair on each side.

  Yearning to make him feel even better, I pull back some and run circles around his tip with my tongue, taking in the taste of the first drop of evidence from his excitement.

  My lips slide back down the smoothness of his length, and I pick up speed. Each time I go farther, he pushes my head and groans.

  “Fuck, Brynlee, I’m not going to last much longer. You’re great at this.”

  I grip the base of his erection harder and run my thumb in an upward then downward motion while taking him as far back as possible until he’s saying my name with a long growl. He holds my head still as his salty, sweet release pumps into my mouth. I love knowing I made him feel good.

  Still fantasizing about sex with him, I crawl up his body and rest my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my thick strands.

  “That’s it. You ruined me. Sorry, but I’m never letting you go.”

  I’m aware he’s talking about a blow job here, but his words still sound sweet and give me butterflies.

  I lean back and look at him. “You’re doing a number on me, too. I swear I’m still turned on.”

  “Baby, I’ll do it all over again.”

  “No. I don’t think that’s wise. It’s getting harder to stop.” I slide off of him and sit with my back against the kitchen counter.

  “This is definitely a different subject, but if you’d like to, I really want you to meet Gram. I was thinking later in the week.”

  His eyes light up as he grins.

  “I’ve been hoping I’d hear those words.”

  “Really? You do realize you’ll have to step into a nursing home. It’s not the most pleasant experience.”

  “Brynlee, this woman is practically your mother. I’ll sleep overnight in there if you ever need me to. I can’t wait to meet her.” He sits up and pulls his shorts and boxers back on.

  After helping me up, I throw my arms around his neck and hug him. He’s made my day. This was something I worried could be an obstacle for us. He pulls me flat against him.

  “I’m falling fast,” he says before kissing my forehead.

  I snap my eyes shut. I was hoping to have things figured out by now, but it only becomes more difficult after each date with them.

  He takes hold of my arms and pulls them up to the front of his chest. His hands grip mine as a piercing gaze tethers me to him.

  “Brynlee, I mean what I said. Before meeting you, all I thought about was satisfying my sexual needs and becoming successful. Now, my life feels richer. I mean, today was perfect. With you, the simplest things are exciting.”

  I feel the tear maker turning the gears, opening the flood gates. “That’s really sweet. I thought today was perfect, and I’m falling fast, too.” Swiftly, I blink the tears away.

  “It’s very hard to share you, Brynlee, but knowing I still have a shot makes it tolerable.”
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  “I’m sorry. I know you’re being patient.”

  “Don’t apologize. You’ve had feelings for Drew a long time now. I can’t expect that to disappear in a day, especially after he reciprocated, but I hope you see how devoted I am to you already. I’m not one to sit on the sidelines.”

  “I figured that out pretty quickly,” I say.

  “As much as I hate to go, I need to get prepared to start work tomorrow.”

  “I’m really excited for you. With your intelligence and drive, I know you’re going to be a great attorney.”

  “Thank you. That means a lot.”

  I reluctantly pull away from him and laugh. He has dried chocolate everywhere on his body from his cheeks to his legs.

  “Um, you’re going to need another shower,” I say.

  “It was worth it.” I see him look around the kitchen. “I should help you clean up first.”

  “I can handle it. I do it every day, so I’m quick at it. You go and get ready for work.”

  He gives me a deep kiss, and I know it’s so I don’t forget the heat we have between us. Like I could. No matter who I choose, I’ll never forget what I have with the other one. What the hell am I going to do?”

  Ian

  I put my tie on and take a look in the mirror. Today is the start of my working career. Years of education have brought me to this very day, and all I can think about is the woman I’m falling in love with.

  I considered going by Drew’s last night after I left Brynlee’s apartment. I wanted to punch him and tell him to keep his damn hands off my sweet girl, but another part of me wanted to grovel for him to let her go. I actually imagined myself on my knees, begging him to give her up.

  But then I’d never know if I would’ve been her first choice. To completely give her my heart, I need to see that she chooses me. I can’t deny that she already holds most of it. Shit, Ian. Get in the game. I have to get my mind on work.

  I hear my doorbell. I bet my brother, Isaac, is here to give me some kind of shit before we go to work. Knowing him, he’ll prank me to screw up my day. I open the door to the prettiest face.