by Marie James
The entire evening has been a slow burn. There’s been no haste on his part getting me to where I am now, melting into his embrace; my body is scorching hot, his fingers all but causing flames at every point of contact.
His index and pointer fingers are leading their way down my cleft, one on either side of where my body is demanding they need to be. My clit throbs as if trying to draw their attention to her. Either they’re not listening or Ian has a different plan.
I grind my hips against his erection, hoping to shift his fingers just the slightest bit. He groans in my ear sounding as if he’s struggling for control himself. His fingers come together over my entrance and slowly rub upwards, finally making contact with my throbbing center. I can no longer hold in my cries of bliss. I reach my arm up and over, palming his head, pulling him closer to me. His fingers begin their back and forth assault on my clit. The feeling is spectacular and I know that my body will not be able to handle his touch much longer before it implodes.
His right hand is on my breast, groping and palming it with mild aggression and I love it. I can tell his slow sensual assault is coming to an end and the buildup and his need for release is taking over, his ability to hold back is waning.
I know I’m seconds from climax. My body is shaking, a light sheen of sweat is covering my entire body, and my heart is racing. Just as quickly as he takes me to the edge with his fingers his hand is gone. I gasp! I’ll not survive if he stops now! “No!” I shriek.
“I’m not finished with you yet, baby.” He says as he turns my body to face him. “I want to watch you when you come for me for the first time.” The first time? Oh yes!
Before I know it I’m crushed against his chest, his mouth is on mine. I thought the kiss in the hallway was incredible. This kiss. This kiss was sell your first child just to get another perfect. His left hand is around my back holding me to him while his other hand makes its way back to where it needs to be.
My hands are on the back of his neck, pulling him into me and I can’t help but moan when his fingers find their way back to my clit. The fire ignites immediately at the first contact. No momentum lost during their absence. He pulls away from my mouth as his fingers slowly tease my entrance, nudging inside just the first few inches. His eyes heavy and filled with desire make him look intoxicated.
Two of his large fingers are inside of me, his palm applying pressure on my clit. Close. I’m so close. My body is quivering, my center clutching at his fingers, trying to get more from him. My lips are parted, my breathing is ragged, my shallow breaths and decreased oxygen intake making me dizzy.
The flex of his fingers against my inner bundle of nerves in sync with the slight twist of my nipple in his other hand send me skyrocketing over the edge. I’m seeing stars, literal specks of light interfering with my vision. My core is clutching his fingers like it’s afraid to let go of him, terrified of the damage their retrieval will cause. He strokes me lightly until the pulsing stops. The extraction of his fingers and their graze over my highly sensitized clit causes another shudder and I clamp my thighs together, the sensation too much for me. My eyes regain focus on his as his hand is removed completely from my dress. I smile, my eyes closing in a long blink.
“I want to be buried inside of you. I want my cock to feel each and every clench of that tight cunt when you come.” In any other context his words would warrant a slap in the face, but right now? It’s music to my ears.
“Yes, please.” is all I can manage, my body is betraying me. I’m wiped. I think I could fall asleep in his arms, wonderfully sated.
“Not tonight,” comes his reply. “Tonight I only get a taste.” He reaches up and slides his fingers over my bottom lip, across my chin and down my neck. My juices leaving a trail in their wake. Before I can object his mouth is on me. His tongue and lips working together to clean away my orgasm from my body. Once my neck and chin have been ravished by his lips, he pauses, pulls his head back and looks down at me, his eyes resting on my lips, his lips glistening from the combination of my juices and his own saliva. He runs his teeth over his bottom lip before moving in and softly licking away the remaining juices.
His mouth closes over mine, our tongues dancing. The amazing taste of him mingling with the twang of the juices he’s licked from me. We groan at the same time. I suck his expert tongue into my mouth. My body is no longer sated and sleepy. It’s longing for the seductive promise of his cock.
I feel him grin against my mouth. “Easy girl,” he says wrapping his hands around my wrists which have somehow made it to the button on the top of his slacks, my fingers grazing the tip of his hardened cock. He takes a step back; still holding my hands and leans in and lightly kisses my lips, a peace offering to soften the blow of his rejection.
“What about you?” I pant reaching for him again.
His grip is firm, his megawatt smile and dimples on full view. “Tonight is only about you, Lorali.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” I whisper attempting to sound and look seductive.
“Believe me, babe. I’d love nothing more than allowing you to take care of me however you see fit, but we need to save it for another day.” He shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
I frown and take a step back. Ian finally releases his grip on my wrists and allows me to slide my hand into his. He leans in for another soft kiss.
“Let’s get you home beautiful. We both have to work in the morning.” He tugs gently on my hand to get me moving.
His rejection stings even though his words are sweet with the promise of a next time. A sinking feeling settles in my gut, terrifying me that there’ll never be a next time.
I keep my eyes down as we exit the building. Ian’s driver is at the ready, waiting for us with the door open. I slide in again, my mind in a completely different place than it was earlier in the evening.
The ride back feels heavy, even though Ian is holding my hand rubbing his thumb across the back and I catch him periodically stealing glances my way. Once outside of my building Ian steps out of the back of the car tugging my hand. He pulls me into his arms once I’m free from the car. His lips sweep across mine. I may never see him again apart from events I’m working for the paper, but I’m no fool. I’ll not turn away from a goodnight kiss, no matter how devastated I’ll be tomorrow. He pulls his head away before I can deepen the kiss. Another rejection.
I turn to head into the building. Ian, still holding my hand follows closely behind. I stop, not wanting to prolong this anymore I say, “You don’t have to walk me up.”
“Lorali, a gentleman walks his date to the door.” He looks down at me quizzically, finally sensing the cold vibes I’ve been sending since leaving the industrial district.
I sigh, “A lady doesn’t allow her roommates to interrogate her date, and I assure you that’s what will happen if you follow me up.” I smile as sweetly as I can, hoping he buys it.
“Another time then,” comes his reply as he gently kisses my lips for the last time.
I hurry away, hoping to make it to my room before I break. With any luck Alexa and Josie will be in their respective rooms and I won’t have to face them until morning.
Quietly, I unlock the door and slide inside. I kick my heels off in an attempt to make less noise as I cross the entry way past the living room.
“How did it go?” Alexa asks as I cross the threshold.
Fuck.
“You’re home early.” Josie says, muting the TV.
“Not tonight, guys.” Is all I can manage before rushing to my room, closing the door, and falling into bed before the sobs take over.
Chapter 22
Ian
How’s it possible that she’s gone from wanting to suck my cock in the middle of the warehouse to cold indifference in a matter of twenty minutes? She couldn’t get mad at me for trying to be chivalrous…could she?
I wanted nothing more than to bend her over and take her right then. It took more restraint than I’ve ever had to have to keep
myself from doing so. Prior interactions with her gave me the impression that she wasn’t the type to just throw caution to the wind and do something crazy like that.
She’s all I can think about after opening my front door, locking myself in, and setting the alarm. I grab a beer out of the fridge and sink down on to the couch, the night’s events running through my head in an attempt to figure out where the mistake occurred.
My dick is painfully hard remembering my hands on her, in her, in her. I throw my head back and groan. This woman will be the death of me. If she’s playing hard to get by acting disinterested in an attempt to keep me coming back for more, it’s working quite successfully.
I close my eyes; the image of me kissing her neck, licking her juices away comes to mind causing me to lick my lips. What I wouldn’t give to have my head between those silky thighs right now! I want to kick myself for not giving her what she was practically begging for.
I finish off my beer, throw the empty bottle in the trash, and head to my bedroom. My hard-on serves as a brutal reminder that I refused the satisfaction Lorali seemed to be willing to provide tonight. Deep down I know she’s not the type of girl that would be ok with what she was offering tonight. She may have said she wanted it then but she might regret it in hindsight. I didn’t want her to regret me.
I strip out of my clothes and head for the shower. Tonight has been a fine example of torture and sexual deprivation. I turn on the water and head to the sink to brush my teeth and remove my Omega while the water warms.
Once the room is filling with steam I step in and get under the spray. I know even a cold shower is not going to do any good for this ever present erection; only one thing will alleviate this ridiculous amount of tension.
I soap and wash my entire body, ignoring the unavoidable problem. Once I’m satisfied that my body and hair are clean I can’t help but stare down at my cock. It twitches, like it knows what’s coming and it’s filled with anticipation. I sigh, knowing I can’t put it off any longer. I don’t even want to.
I conjure an image of Lorali and pray I get more satisfaction tonight with the new images I have in my head from our erotic interactions this evening. I slide my hand down my stomach, my muscles trembling under my touch, knowing this is no ordinary wash and rinse cycle. I wrap my hand tentatively around my stiff cock; the stroke just a whisper of a touch.
The tease of a touch makes me tremble and I reach out with my other hand to steady myself on the wall of the shower. I cease the tender stroking of my cock and run my hand down and cup my balls. They’re heavy and tight, ready for a release.
I squirt out a handful of conditioner and can’t help but register the change in my breathing as I start to stroke my cock in earnest, my mind turning my hand in to Lorali’s hot mouth.
She teases the thick head with her tongue before taking the entire length in on one long, hard suck. Her hands are resting on her thighs, giving me all the power and the ability to take it in any direction I please. For the moment, I stand stock still, forcing her to move her head and mouth around my cock. The insistent teasing on just the head of my cock forces me in to action. I thrust my hips forward, slamming the full length into her mouth. She pulls her head back to give herself more room.
I look down at her and find her staring up at me. I shake my head back and forth in an attempt to inform her that she’s not in control; she nods her understanding and smirks around my cock. I slowly raise my hand and fist her hair and notice the shift in her thighs at my act of domination.
I use my grip in her hair to control her movements along my cock. I could use this opportunity to fuck her mouth but the suction she has around my dick is pure heaven and causes me to close my eyes and throw my head back. I can’t take much more of this before I come down her throat.
Rather than pull her off me by her hair, I hold her steady and shift my hips back slowly. The sight of her mouth releasing me is almost enough to send me over the edge. Don’t get me wrong, her hot mouth is amazing, but not how I see this ending.
I give her hair a gentle tug and she interprets my meaning perfectly, and begins to rise from her knees. Once she’s standing fully I release her hair and turn her around. I align my body behinds hers, one hand automatically gravitating to her breast and the other to the juncture of her thighs.
A gasp leaves her lips and her heads rolls on my shoulder when my fingers run through her slick folds. She grinds herself on my hand when I twist her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Please, Ian!” She begs, her body trembling against mine. “Fuck me!”
Since she asked so nicely, I waste no time and bend her over, forcing her to place her hands on the tiled bench in the corner of the shower. The look on her face when she glances over her shoulder at me, tells me what she wants: fast and hard. Good thing, I think, because that’s all I can manage right now.
I slide my fingers through her folds and slip two fingers inside, testing her readiness: hot and slick…perfection. A second later I’m lined up and slam inside her, my hands gripping her hips is the only thing keeping her from crashing into the wall.
“FUCK!” She gasps at my invasion.
Her greedy cunt is clutching my cock, begging for more, and I’ve every intention of giving her all that I have, but the incredible blow job she gave me guarantees I won’t last long. I slide one hand from its grip on her hip and slink it around, my fingers looking for her clit.
I know I’ve hit pay dirt when I hear her ragged intake of breath at my contact. I shift my fingers back and forth aggressively, while continuing the long, deep strokes in her. I lay over her, trailing kisses and licking her back.
“I need you to come, Lorali,” I pant in her ear and then bite her shoulder.
Her pussy contracts in one long hard squeeze. “Ian!” she screams as the convulsing continues around my cock.
I stand upright, regain my grip on her hips, and start pounding into her as hard as I can. I can feel myself thicken seconds before I explode inside of her. “FUCK! Lorali!” My strokes slow as the pulsing continue.
The crash post orgasm is quick. I slide down to the shower floor and take Lorali with me.
I open my eyes and shudder when my hand slides over the head of my dick. I release it immediately, the sensation too intense after such an explosive release. I can’t help but smile. Best. Hand job. Ever.
Chapter 23
Lorali
Getting out of bed this morning was just as bad as I’d anticipated it’d be. It was three in the morning before my exhausted body finally gave into sleep, which was hours after the uncontrollable sobbing started.
I couldn’t work out in my mind why I was having such a reaction to Ian Hale. I mean, I did get mine, but I somehow convinced myself I’d been betrayed. This made no sense. I was betrayed by him refusing a blow job? Before passing out I’d resolved myself to the conclusion that I was upset not at what I’d allowed to happen, but what I felt like I’d been denied.
During my morning shower I vowed to just get past it. Move on. Simple right? Ha! Yeah right! This was Ian fucking Hale after all. So I’ll start the grieving process of losing something I never really had; do my best to avoid him at all other functions, and do my best to not eat my way through every flavor of ice cream that the grocery store offers.
I’m crazy right? You’re thinking it was a couple of meetings, a few kisses and a finger fuck, but he’s THAT GOOD! His mouth is amazing, his hands are amazing, and the fact that I’ll never have a more intimate knowledge of the hard length that was pressed against my back last night, is devastating.
Alexa was at the kitchen table when I finally made it out of my room. She had a look of sorrow and understanding on her face as I approached. “Wanna talk about it?” She asked gently.
“Not really, but might as well get it out there so we can all forget about it.” I sat down across from her after pouring a travel mug of coffee and doctoring it the way I liked.
Surprisingly she didn’t attem
pt to grill me or hound me for the gritty details; she just waited patiently for me to speak. I knew I needed to tell her what happened, knowing her insight might help, but I wasn’t ready to delve into the intimate details about Ian just yet.
“So you knew what kind of show I was going to, didn’t you?” I peered across from her, blowing air into the small hole of my cup, attempting to cool it off faster.
She gave me a halfhearted sigh, “I had an idea. I’ve been to one of her shows before. Did you like it?” The look on her face is hopeful.
“Her work is absolutely amazing.” Looking down at my cup I continue, “Probably not the best art show to see if you’re trying to avoid…confrontation with a sex god.”
“Yeah, her work will get your blood pumping, that’s for sure. So, something happened in the car? You weren’t really gone long enough for anything else.” She says gently.
“Nope. He thoroughly seduced me at the show.” I raised my eyebrows at her, waiting for her response.
She’s looking at me in shock. “I heard he doesn’t do the whole public displays of affection!”
“Oh there was no public! It was a private viewing, just me and him. I did get to meet the artist though; she stopped by quickly before we went in.” I frown at the idea of contacting Jody J as she requested and telling her what I thought about the show. How could I possibly give an honest review when all I can remember is Ian Hale and the feel of his miraculous hands and mouth?
“What?! A private show? That’s amazing; he must be really into you. So why are you down in the dumps this morning?” She’s looking at me quizzically.
“He denied me.” I respond on a whisper.
“Denied you? How?” This is the part I didn’t want to go into detail about.
I sit back in my chair and run through minimal details. “He walked me through the show, actively seducing me. His seduction gained ground the further in we made it. He fingered me to the best orgasm of my life at the last picture and then he refused to let me suck him off. Then he brought me straight back here.” I answer in one long breath.
