by BJ Wane
Ian turned from taking a quick look around to stare at her incredulously. He knew she wanted him, just as he knew he wanted her, but he had thought he was safe from acting on his baser needs because he thought she never would. And then a thought occurred to him that just plain pissed him off. “Damn it, Haley, if that’s a way for you to thank me, again, for last night, that’s an insult to both of us.”
“No!” Appalled, she never thought he would think that. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re better at this than I am. I don’t have any experience, and maybe that turns you off…”
“Oh, shut up before you dig a bigger hole for yourself,” he snapped as he felt himself caving fast. Moving slowly towards her, he tried to get her to see him as he really was, not as someone who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He refused to let the fact that he was in her place, at that time because he had been worried about her enter into the equation. “I was with Piper earlier today, as was Brody.” He didn’t know what surprised him more, the fact she didn’t look disgusted or the way her small nipples hardened, their shape noticeable through her sheer top under which she wore some lacy thing that drove him nuts. “When I leave here, I’m probably going to fuck her again.” He didn’t add that it wouldn’t be because he wanted Piper more than he had wanted any woman. Haley held that honor all by herself.
Haley didn’t back away from him. She knew without a doubt he was not a threat to her physically, just as she knew he was trying to turn her off of wanting him by making more of his sexual encounters with Piper than was warranted. “Mmm, I know. Lucky her. It’s just sex, Ian,” she said since that’s what most men want to hear in just such a situation.
Ian found himself irked at her statement even though he hadn’t felt anything but amusement when Piper had said the exact same thing to him. “Just sex?” he asked silkily as he caged her against the counter with his arms braced on either side of her. There was no fear on her face, no hesitation clouding her blue eyes. If there had been, he could have turned her away gently, instead, he knew he was going to try to give her what she was asking for and hope she didn’t regret it come morning. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex?” he asked, wondering how slow he was going to have to take her.
Haley wasn’t going to tell him. She knew if she did he’d use that as an excuse to back away. According to Piper, he was a demanding man when it came to sex, and that was exactly what she wanted, what she needed now. She had sweet, romantic and overly considerate. Ian was the exact opposite of Tim in every way and that was only one of the reasons she wanted him so badly.
“Fuck me, Ian, unless you want me asking you about your sex life.”
Damned if she didn’t volley that one right back to him, he thought with both humor and admiration as lust slammed into him, his reaction at hearing her so crudely ask for what they both wanted, shocking him. “Just remember,” he ground out as he lowered his mouth to hers, “you asked for this.”
Haley jolted as his lips came down on hers with ruthless intent, but within seconds she was molding her body against his, her lips clinging to his as she opened willingly for the dueling exploration of their tongues. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she moaned into his mouth as her breasts came into contact with his chest, the soft mounds flattening against his thick muscles, her nipples poking him insistently, hardening into aching pinpoints as she shifted against him.
Pulling back abruptly, Ian stared down into her flushed face, her lips damp from his, her nipples straining against the thin cloth. “Go upstairs, strip and wait for me in bed. And make damn sure this, I’m, what you want tonight before I get there. I’ll lock up.”
She could have told him she was already sure, but why waste words when she could show him. It took her only moments to get to her bedroom, strip out of her skirt and blouse, tossing them along with her panties on a chair before pulling the covers back, jumping in bed and pulling just the sheet back up. She wasn’t quit brave enough to just lie there completely exposed when he walked in.
Ian tried to go slow checking the doors and making sure everything was locked up tight, but his cock was insisting he didn’t linger, his mind worried she might change her mind, his conscience berating him for being a fool, leaving him no choice but to take the stairs two at a time as he unbuttoned his shirt on the way up. He was pulling it off as he walked into her bedroom and saw her lying there so innocently, the crisp white sheet tucked under her arms making him smile. Keeping his eyes on her, he slowly unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper, his engorged cock springing free as soon as he cleared it. Her eyes widening was comical, but when she licked her lips nervously, he took pity on her.
“Relax, Haley, it’ll fit.” Shucking his jeans, he wrapped his hand around his cock as he moved slowly towards her, his eyes staying on her face, her eyes riveted to his hand gripping his cock.
Haley knew men masturbated, of course, but she had never imagined how erotic it would be to watch one stroke his cock with such slow, teasing strokes. His cock was as big as the rest of him, long and thick and she had doubts about its fit, but the closer he came, the more she wanted to feel all that hardness filling her, stretching her like she had never dreamed she would be fucked.
Reaching out with his free hand for the sheet, Ian gave it a tug and tossed the offending cover to the foot of the bed, his eyes feasting on her naked body. Long and slim, her breasts small but softly rounded, her nipples taut berries he hungered to taste, her damp labia barely visible through her neatly trimmed blond pubic hair, she was absolutely, fucking perfect. “You are a beautiful woman, Haley. Let me see more of you. Bend your legs and spread your knees for me.”
A shudder ran through her at the command in his tone. His take charge attitude made it easy for her to comply, made her grateful that she didn’t have to guess what he wanted, didn’t have to wonder if she was pleasing him. Bending her knees, she slowly widened them, her face flaming with embarrassment even though her pussy heated with pleasure at his look of approval. “Ian,” she groaned softly, “lay down with me.” She really wanted to feel all that hard, naked flesh next to her skin.
“Not yet. Once I do, I’ll be inside you, so just let me savor you for a minute. Grab the headboard and don’t let go.” Releasing his cock, he reached out one hand to cup her right breast, the other one going between her legs, one finger sliding inside her with ease.
Gripping the slats tightly, Haley arched into his hands, the pleasure of being touched again after so long almost too much. His eyes stayed on her body, watching his hands explore her, watching her body’s response. Her nipple pulsed beneath his fingers when he rolled the puckered bud between them while slowly exploring the depth of her pussy, every inch of her slowly contracting walls, lightly, too damn lightly, rasping over her clit. A whimper escaped her, a small cry of frustration as he slowly teased her.
Ian broke out in a sweat, controlling his own lust until he had brought her pleasure first. As difficult as that was, it was worth the torment to watch her slowly come apart. Her body started to writhe under his hands, her own sweat-slick flesh glistening as her hips bucked against his hand and her torso pushed up against his fingers, turning slightly to lure him over to her other breast. “That’s it, show me what you like, what you want. Come for me, Haley.”
There it was again, that commanding voice giving her no choice but to obey, leaving her with no desire to do anything but what he dictated. She cried out with the deep plunge of two fingers, shook as he rooted out her clit then screamed as he milked that small, long neglected piece of flesh, gifting her nipple to the same treatment. Incoherent with pleasure, she got lost in the ecstasy consuming her, pleasure like she had never experience before, more pleasure than she had ever hoped for from this encounter, and he wasn’t even fucking her yet. God help her, she groaned as she slowly came back to her senses, her body reduced to small tremors yet already aching for more.
“That was stunning,” he said hoarsely as he droppe
d down on top of her, his hips fitting perfectly between hers, his arms braced beside her head as he gazed down into her flushed face, her blue eyes still showing signs of the shocked pleasure she had just experienced. Narrowing his eyes at her, he asked quietly, “Just how long has it been?”
Ignoring him, Haley dropped her arms around his bare shoulders and lifted her hips up against his in an open invitation, hoping he’d take the hint. “Fuck me, Ian.” Reaching between them, she curled her fingers around his girth, not surprised to discover she couldn’t quite reach all the way around him. “Nothing matters tonight but this, okay?”
Grabbing the condom he had tossed on the bed, he snapped, “Put it on,” then had to clench his teeth in restraint as she did just that, taking her time making sure the latex was nice and snug. Bending his head, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his teeth nibbling as he reached down, cupped her right buttock and lifted her up for his penetration.
He filled her in one stroke, his size and her long celibacy causing her some discomfort, but that only seemed to heighten her arousal, push her higher faster as he wasted no time pulling back and plunging back in with a force that pushed her body upward. Haley had no idea what triggered her slight panic, what caused her to go from eagerly meeting each downward stroke with enthusiasm to gasping for air as if she was suffocating. His size blocked out the meager light and she suddenly found herself in the darkness of her past, of Tim coming towards her in a fit of jealousy with the intent of causing her tremendous pain. She thought she was doing an admirable job of suppressing her fear until Ian flipped them over with a curse, settling her on top of him without dislodging his cock, his hand coming down hard on her ass.
“Next time, you fucking tell me when I do something that scares you. Got it?” he snarled, his eyes dark and intent on her face as he gauged her reaction.
Haley didn’t know what startled her more, that there might be a next time or the way the sting from that slap set her pussy on fire. The panic that had come upon her so quickly was gone just as fast, making her struggle to set aside the shame to embrace the pleasure once again. Wondering if her response to that sting was a fluke, she said, “Do that again.”
Frowning, trying to keep from moving until she was ready, he asked, “Do what again?”
She didn’t let her mortification keep her from saying, “You know…spank me.”
Surprise held him still for a moment. He didn’t even realize he had smacked her, the gesture had been so automatic. Thank God she took it so well, not only took it well but was asking for more. Before she could question her own response, he slapped her cheek again, just hard enough to sting, not hard enough for that sting to linger long. Her pussy clutched at his cock, her cream soaking him as she gasped in pleasure and lifted slightly, her slick walls clinging to his cock. Another slap drove her back down and another had her hands clutching his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin.
Piper had been right, was all Haley could think as she rode him harder, faster, in time with the light slaps he peppered on her buttocks. Thankfully, he knew just when she couldn’t handle anymore, just when she needed him to take over again, just when she needed to come or die trying.
Grabbing her warm hips, Ian thrust up into her, controlling her hips as their groins slapped together over and over. Just as her pussy clamped tightly around him, the small contractions escalating to tight fisted clutches, he flipped her back over, praying he was doing the right thing.
Haley’s orgasm burst upon her with a force beyond her control, the pleasure whipping through her uncontainable as she met him thrust for thrust, her legs going around his hips to further anchor him to her. He drove her ruthlessly from one climax to another so fast she never knew when one stopped and another began. Six years of abstinence exploded in a torrent of pleasure that let the past recede for good as each hard thrust sent her spiraling towards a brighter future.
Ian held on as long as he could, his senses drowning in the pleasure of watching and feeling her come apart beneath him. Arching like a bow under his pistoning body, her pussy repeatedly clamping around his dick, however, was too much to bear and he let go, let the pleasure consume him as it did her until they lay in a heap of damp, panting exhaustion. Drawing the sheet back up, he pulled her pliant, sated body over his, smiled when she draped her arm and leg across him with a tired, contented sigh, and drifted to sleep.
Atlantic City
Piper savored the feel of Brody’s hard, sweat slick muscles beneath her as she straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself onto his straining cock. He had surprised her last night by joining her upstairs after they returned from dinner and she enjoyed having him in her bed again too much to question him about his change of heart. After catching an early flight out of Branson to Atlantic City, he had surprised her yet again by booking a room for them in the Empire’s hotel with one king sized bed, a bed she was now taking full advantage of as well as the very willing, very aroused man sharing it with her. “Brody,” she whispered shakily as she came to rest on his groin, his cock fully embedded in her pussy.
“Don’t move,” Brody rasped tightly, his hands gliding up her sides to cup her full breasts. “If you do, this’ll be over way too soon.”
“Then I’ll just have to work at getting you back in gear, won’t I?” Smiling down at him, she dug her fingers into his shoulders and tortured them both by lifting back up so slowly, she could feel the ridges of his cock against her sensitive flesh, his girth so wide it was impossible to avoid gliding over her swollen clit, the stroke just slow enough, just light enough to build on her arousal. Coupled with his hands kneading her breasts, his palms stroking just as lightly over her distended nipples, she knew she was going to be begging him for more, for harder any moment.
“If anyone could get a quick second rise out of me, it would be you, darlin’. Why didn’t you lose weight in your breasts? I would’ve thought you would have.” Her breasts were more than a plump handful, firm but soft, and looking at them from this angle, they were an awesome sight.
“I did, a whole cup size. More, Brody, please,” she finally pleaded as she lowered her hips again, this time a little faster.
“Jesus, how big were you? Not that I’m complaining, because, frankly, I think they’re fucking awesome as is.” The way he was feeling towards her, he knew she could lose every inch and he’d still want her. Just one more reason he hoped they ended up with enough evidence to move on either Charles or Pasquino by tomorrow night. If not, he had no idea how much longer before Carlos could get enough on his own on Pasquino to end his tight rein on the East coast drug trafficking.
“Big,” she said absently as her body strained for more and he continued to hold back on her. Rather than begging again, she took matters into her own hands and leaned forward when he released her breasts to smooth his hands back down her sides without giving her what she wanted. Leveling her shoulders over his head, she stopped with her left nipple dangling right above his mouth. Swaying very lightly, she teased those sensuous lips open by rubbing her hardened tip back and forth then, right before he clamped down on it, she switched to tormenting him with her right nipple until, with a frustrated growl that made her pussy gush, he tightened his hands on her hips, held her still and took her nipple as well as much of her soft flesh surrounding it into his mouth. The feel of her achingly sensitive flesh being sucked into the wet heat of his mouth sent shards of pleasure down to her throbbing pussy, but it was the hard swat on her ass that had her pussy clutching the hard flesh filling her.
Wanting to feel that fiery burn spreading to her pussy again, she moaned, “Again, Brody,” as she rose halfway up his length before slamming back down with the next slap, his lips and teeth never letting up on torturing her nipple.
Reluctantly, Brody released her nipple to ask, “Again, Piper?” as he rubbed his palm over the warm skin he had just smacked.
“Yes, harder, please.” She was beyond caring how she sounded as she rose with his caress and lowered
with his slap, this one harder like she had asked, the pain sharper, the pleasure higher. “Again,” she demanded when he caressed that ache as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. This slap was accompanied by the sharp nip of his teeth on her nipple, the slight sting adding to the sting from his swat, both merging in her spasming pussy and aiding in arousal that was quickly spiraling out of control.
Her voice became a litany of softly pled demands of more and more as he continued with the slap and rub titillation, continued to torture her nipples, switching back and forth, leaving one damp and throbbing as he suckled, nipped and licked the other. Her buttocks swelled and pulsed with warmth, just like her pussy did. She managed to keep in control of her driving rhythm until her small contractions exploded into one large burst of consuming pleasure so intense she was unable to do anything but hold on to him tightly.
As soon as her soft cries erupted into a scream of pleasure as her pussy clamped like a vise around his cock, soaking him with her release, Brody grabbed her hips and slammed up into her, fucking her faster, harder than she had been able to manage, his own restraint gone, lost in the throes of his own climax. With her face now buried in his shoulder, stifling her cries, the rhythmic slick slaps of their bodies coming forcefully together along with their labored breathing were the only sounds in the room until her small teeth biting into his shoulder elicited his shout as his cock jerked out the last of his seed into her welcoming body.
Piper settled against Brody thinking this had been a good way to end such a stressful day. Returning to the casino had been more difficult than she had thought it would be, the memories of what happened the last time she sought out Charles on his turf hadn’t, apparently, dimmed enough in the ensuing years to deaden the pain of his violent loss. The three of them had spent the afternoon in the casino, Brody and Ian playing the tables while she sat at the slots, speaking to both guests and employees, many of whom remembered Brody and Ian as Charles’s former employees. She had been surprised at how easily and convincingly they both slipped back into their false roles, and at how good they were at ferreting out information. Even though watching them made her realize how very little she knew about the man she was sleeping with, it hadn’t lessened her desire for him in the least.
