“Keep going,” he encouraged. “Nothing’s stopping you.”
Looking down, Nikky bit her lip. Her hands had frozen at the waistband of his shorts.
“Would you like to see my cock?” Ian rasped. “Go on, take it out, sweetheart, it belongs to you tonight. Touch it, show me what you want.”
Nikky sucked in her breath and grabbed hold of the shorts. Abruptly she tugged them over his erection—thick and hot and throbbing.
“Oh god,” she whispered, beholding his upright shaft with its crisscrossed purple veins.
“Yes Nikky,” he gave her permission to go wild. “Strip me.”
Nikky needed no further encouragement to pull the boxers down past his full, tight balls and over his muscular thighs. Ian kicked them away. Licking her lips, she started to kneel.
Ian stopped her, holding her by the upper arms.
She looked at him, confused. He could tell it wasn’t sinking in. He wasn’t like the men she was used to, the kind who wanted a female slavering over them right off the bat.
“Don’t you want me to give you pleasure, Ian?”
“Of course I do, honey, but we are not going to start off with you in subservience, all tensed up about making me happy. I told you, my cock is for you. Your pleasure is going to come first.”
Nikky pursed her lips. Tentatively, as if testing whether he meant it or not, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
Ian was gentle but firm—reading her, pressing her, but only as far as she was ready to go.
What he sensed was hunger and incredible raw need. He wanted to hear the words from her mouth.
“Just tell me, Nikky. I know it’s on the tip of your tongue. Tell me what you need.”
“I want you inside me, Ian,” she said huskily. “Fuck me, please?”
Ian couldn’t help but grin. His elaborate lovemaking plans would have to wait. She wanted it hard and fast right now and he was more than willing to oblige. There was no doubt, seeing her again after all these years, that having her body right here for the taking was taking its toll on his libido.
He wanted inside her as much as she wanted it.
“Lift your arms,” he said, taking charge.
Nikky complied, allowing him to pull the dress over her head. She had on tiny pink panties under the almost-backless dress. He devoured the sight of her naked, pear-shaped breasts.
His heart skipped a beat. Her breasts were even more stunning than he had imagined, even more luscious, firm and tempting.
Ian moved his hands to her hips now, just grazing the waistband of her panties, savoring, anticipating their removal.
“Rip them,” she said with surprising ferocity. “Just fucking rip them off me.”
“Where is my dainty cheerleader?” he teased.
“You blew her away on the dance floor. Now you’ve got a wild thing on your hands.”
Ian chuckled, running his hand over her satin-covered ass cheeks. “I wasn’t sure you’d come up here, you know.”
“It was a battle,” she admitted. “Hell, I wasn’t even sure when I knocked on your door if I would stay. Then I saw you and, well…you know the rest.”
“Indeed I do. So you’re absolutely sure about this, no doubts?”
“You want me to beg?”
“I like hearing you say it.”
Her eyes bore holes into his. “All right then, Ian Hamilton. Take me, just like you’ve always wanted to in your fantasies.”
Ian groaned softly. The material of her underwear was no match for hands that had scaled mountains, gripped for dear life on the edge of cliffs, sometimes holding, sometimes not. What was one little pair of angel’s panties in comparison? He ripped them off.
Ian grinned wickedly, putting the ruined, fragrant silk to his nose. “You seem to be fantasizing a little yourself.”
She blushed, though her smile was pure devil. “Yes, you impossible egotist, that’s all for you. I’m hot and wet and what are you going to do about it?”
What indeed. He had imagined this moment for so long, all the ways he might proceed in leading her to ecstasy. Should he put her underneath him, take her from behind? Should he tease her madly and make her beg for sweet relief?
“We have options,” he pointed out.
“Ian, I don’t want anything fancy right now, just ravish me.”
Ian growled softly as she pressed her full breasts against him, her nipples burning into his chest. Without another thought, he lifted her, cradling her in his arms.
She reached up to put her arms around his neck, so happy and trusting that his heart swelled. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the comforter of the massive bed.
“You really are a trip,” she giggled, noting the fresh rose petals layered over the comforter.
“No laughing,” he chided. “It throws off my concentration for ravishing.”
“If you need an instruction manual you’re in trouble.”
“Keep it up, girl, and I will use a Bunsen burner on your butt.”
Nikky squealed as Ian proceeded to jump on top of her, pinning her wrists overhead.
Still laughing, she made a halfhearted effort to fight him off, wriggling underneath him, twisting her sweet, curvaceous body. Needless to say it only turned Ian on more as she rubbed against him, chest to chest, her pelvis enticingly pushing against his aching cock.
“Wench,” he complained. “Are you determined to ruin my entire plan? I will be lucky to hold out ten seconds once I’m inside you.”
Nikky squirmed further, grabbing for his cock. “Who said I want you to hold out?”
Oh hell, when in Rome, he thought.
Giving in to the inevitable, Ian sealed his lips to hers. Lifting his pelvis into position he poised his cock at her sex lips. He could feel the heat, the slippery moisture beckoning him.
“Now, Ian,” she urged him.
Ian let his cock slide between her pussy lips, then hesitated, remembering that he’d forgotten the condom. He hated, hated to use one. Maybe, just this once… Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he reached for the stack of condoms he’d piled on the nightstand. Distracting Nikky with kisses, Ian rolled on the condom then flattened his pelvis to hers, dragging his cock through her cream. He pushed his cock head into her opening then savored the immediate, lightning-fast plunge to the depths of her thrumming, pulsing pussy. She clenched her muscles, holding him fast. She was so hot inside.
Even with the condom, he would have to fight to hold out.
Ian groaned, raising his hips until he was nearly fully withdrawn, denying himself the sweet penetration. Agonizing seconds passed. Nikky whimpered, trying to reach him. Unable to postpone their mutual lust another second, he thrust a second time, harder and much faster. His cock went deeper.
He followed with a third thrust, knowing he had only a few more left in him. The sensations were just too overpowering, the need to claim sweet, soft Nikky removing every other reality from his mind.
She met him halfway, lifting her buttocks off the bed, locking her ankles behind his back to guarantee the molten fusion of sinew and bone and flesh, every screaming cell of their beings melding into a single existence with no other purpose than to come, to climax and blast apart into a million pieces.
“Oh my fucking god,” she cried, interlacing her fingers with his.
Ian smiled inwardly. To think his sweet and proper lab partner had such a mouth on her.
He opted to silence her with another kiss—bruising, tongues fencing, seeking the full interplay of lovers about to experience the consummation of years and years of waiting.
Ian wanted to memorize every bit of it—the way she was moaned, the way the heat poured off her skin, so smooth and perfect, born to be caressed.
“Come on, Ian,” she hissed, all manner of restraint shattered. “I want to feel you come.”
Ian reared back, bracing himself. The sinews on his neck were ready to pop. One final breath, one glorious “thank you” to the gods of sex and the
n he slammed his cock home, the ecstasy surging though his veins.
He cried out like some kind of primeval beast claiming its captured mate. His cock had never felt so swollen, so absolutely potent. Gritting his teeth, grinding his pelvis against hers, he climaxed. His semen filled the condom, his cock shuddering inside Nikky’s quavering pussy.
“Yes,” she cried. “I can feel you.”
Ian groaned against her neck as his pulsing cock settled. He knew she was not yet ready to climax. He would correct the situation in short order.
At the moment, however, he was completely possessed, greedily seizing everything that was Dominique, his mouth on her neck, tasting, breathing in her scent, his cock throbbing, reveling in the way she moved—taken…marked.
His.
Damn, where had that come from?
The depth of Ian’s feelings shook him.
This was supposed to be “no strings attached”. He wasn’t in the market for anything more. He was way too involved in his business. It would not be fair to Nikky.
This was only supposed to open the door for her to a better sex life and hopefully a fuller, romantic one…with someone else.
Could it be that he had left out a variable or two in his thinking?
Nikky gasped, arching her back as he took her breasts in his mouth, suckling them one by one, letting her know how it ought to be done, what her sweet globes deserved, so full and maddeningly perfect.
And those nipples, beautiful pink buds, shy and wanton all at once, completely and totally irresistible.
How could a man ever get used to making love to a woman like Nikky? How could he ever take it or her for granted?
There sure were a lot of idiots out there, Ian concluded as he tried to imagine all the other lovers she must surely have endured.
As the shock waves passed, Ian settled back to earth, back to the reality of Nikky’s breathing, her measured sighs. She seemed happy enough.
Exhausted for the moment, Ian rolled onto his back. He just needed a little time to catch his second wind. He removed the condom and tossed it into the small trash can beside the bed.
Nikky had no intention of giving him an intermission, however.
“Hey,” he rasped as she began working her way down his chest, applying agonizing, stingingly sweet kisses over his skin. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m supposed to do the work.”
Nikky homed right in on her target, delivering a kiss to the tip of his flagging cock. He could feel it stirring again.
“This isn’t work, Ian.”
“Yes, but tonight is not supposed to be about one-sided pleasure for me.”
Nikky reached up to rake her nails over his pectoral muscle, sending a white-hot jolt through his left nipple.
“You also said your cock was mine to do with as I wanted. Right now I want to take it for a little ride and this is the quickest way I know to get it nice and hard for me.”
“There is a certain logic to that,” he conceded.
“It’s called ‘outwitting the teacher’,” she said.
Ian couldn’t help but chuckle at her tenacity as she ran her tongue along the vein on the underside of his wet, humming shaft. She was good all right, the total package—smart, determined and sexy as hell.
“I think I might have opened a Pandora’s box with you, Dominique.”
Nikky was busy applying featherlight brushes over his balls. The sensation was surprisingly complex—pleasure with the tiniest mix of tension, just the right ingredient to set him groaning.
She paused to admire her work, his cock rock hard, thick as ever and completely at her mercy. “I think I like being a cock owner,” she decided. “Much less of a headache than being a homeowner and a lot more fun.”
Ian’s retort was restricted to a moan as she stroked him, her hand working its way up and down, boldly squeezing one second and releasing the next. She was giving him pleasure but not enough for release. It was as much torture as it was ecstasy.
“And don’t think I missed your little slip just now,” she said. “What did I tell you about calling me Dominique?”
“I will call you whatever you want, baby.” Mindlessly he reached up to touch her, desperate to make contact with any part of her gorgeous, teasing body, but she scolded him again.
“Did I say you could move?”
“No,” he was forced to admit. “You did not.”
Obviously Ian had unleashed a demoness, a very lovely one, and he was more than prepared to pay the price.
Nikky reveled in the turn of events. After a lifetime of catering to male sexuality she now had her very own boy toy. And she had to confess, she was enjoying the experience very much.
“I hope you meant what you said about me calling the shots,” she said as she continued to play with Ian’s cock. Her fingers loosely wrapped it, moving up and down in time to the delicious rhythms in her thrumming pussy. “Because I am going to ride you like the stud you are.”
“Your wish is my command,” Ian said, intertwining his fingers behind his head to signal his willingness to play along. “Ride away.”
An impish thought crossed Nikky’s mind.
“I don’t want you to come,” she said, employing her most dominant tone of voice. “Until I say you can. Got it?”
Ian groaned as she employed her nails, very, very lightly over the surface of his balls to enforce her edict. “Yes, I’ve got it…your highness.”
“Sex goddess will do fine.” Nikky moved herself into position, climbing astride his thighs and pressing her hot, aching opening against the tip of his equally superheated shaft. Ian held her still.
“Condom,” he murmured, reaching toward the nightstand.
“No,” she said. “Not for us…this. I’m safe. Trust me.”
Ian hesitated only a second. She knew he trusted her and could see that he wanted it too. To make it all perfect.
He smiled. “Me too.”
This won’t take long, she thought. Just a few strategic writhing motions with just the right pressure on her swollen clit and she would be over the edge, lost in the throes of orgasm.
“Oh god,” she groaned, sliding gingerly downward. “Oh my fucking god.”
The feeling of power and control was dizzying.
The last time a man had let her be on top was years ago. Hank, the golf pro. But that had only been because he was nearly passed out. He had gone limp in the process, snoring before she had been able to reach desperately needed relief. She had tiptoed to the bathroom so as not to wake Hank and tended to her needs, pushing her tingling finger over her clit, producing the correct stimulation.
She was quite certain she wouldn’t have that problem with Ian. He was very much awake, not to mention sexy as the devil, his body lean and hard, his cock ready to please.
Squeezing his shaft with the muscles of her pussy, she lifted, slowly separating them. When she had nearly dislodged him, she paused, took a deep breath.
Ian groaned.
“Missing something?” she asked mischievously.
“You know what it is, you little imp.”
“That’s no way to address your sex goddess.” Nikky gave his nipple a playful pinch, just hard enough to get his attention. His eyes lit up. She was pulling the lion’s tail and she knew it.
“I need you,” he said. “I need you to take me back inside you.”
Nikky should probably have made him sweat a little more but she was too damn desperate herself.
“That’s it, baby,” he prodded, encouraging her to fully impale herself on his cock. “Take what you need, take my cock, fuck me like every man in your life has ever fucked you.”
Ian’s words gave her pause.
She sat down on his cock, still fully inside her. “Is that what this is about? Am I a charity case for you? Taking on the pathetic ex-cheerleader whose sex life is now and always will be a fucking joke?”
“You know it’s not like that, Nikky.”
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“I told you, it’s about me giving you what you need. Do you want me to beg? Will that turn you on?”
Nikky frowned. “And that’s another thing. The more you make this just about my pleasure, the more I start wondering what you get out of it. And don’t tell me you’ve got some kind of do-good list like that Earl guy on TV because you never did anything wrong to me in the first place.”
“Just relax,” he urged as he reached up for her breasts, molding them, kneading the tingling flesh with his warm fingertips. It was such a good fit, it felt so damn comfortable. She could swear they had been doing this their whole adult lives.
“This is about me too, Nikky. You need to trust me too. Right now, I need you to fuck me. I want to come underneath you. I want to be ridden. I want to be pushed to the limits, your orgasm ripping into mine. Make us one, Nikky, take us there, like animals.”
“You always did a have way with words, Ian,” she sighed. “Oh fuck it,” she said, repositioning herself for another go, her hips astride his lean waist.
No turning back now. Moaning, she lifted her ass and emptied her pussy of his cock, inch by aching, agonizing inch.
A part of her wanted to stay just like that forever, achingly empty but ever so close. Sweet torture, needing him inside of her, yearning and lost as though it had been a thousand years and not mere seconds since they had been coupled.
Inevitably she collapsed downward, letting him fill her again, seducing him with her heat and power. And began to ride him in earnest.
“Ian,” she groaned. “Oh…Ian.”
“Come on, baby, let it out, let it go.”
Nikky screamed. She had her head back, her hair cascading about her shoulders, the sensations ripping through her like a raw bolt of lightning.
She rode and rode and rode. She dug her fingernails into his chest and he took it, encouraging her more and more, their bodies in sync, his solid muscles and her curves.
Oh jeezus, they fit…this fit.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado, roaring like a freight train—flesh dissolved, every atom exploded from within. Somehow he managed to take one of her breasts in his mouth, biting down on her nipple, grounding her, doubling the raw, naked firepower.
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