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Four hours later Angie was tucked under Ian's arm on the couch while Jenn was curled up in her favorite extra wide chair with Beau snoring on the floor next to her. After Ian had gotten his body back down to a slow simmer, he'd joined them in the kitchen. Jenn had made her own sandwich and been putting the final touches on his usual choice as Angie was finishing her own creation. They'd also hauled out some coleslaw and Jenn's beloved sour cream and onion potato chips.
The two women had taken to each other instantly. It didn't take long to convince Jenn there was no need to apologize for her interruption, and Angie soon had his niece talking about school and her job as a waitress at Jake's brother's pub. While they'd taken the sandwiches and chips into the living room and gotten comfortable, Ian grabbed three bottles of water from the fridge and followed them. Now, they were watching The Princess Bride which had followed Robin Hood: Men in Tights. Thankfully, both women were in the mood for some comedy instead of tear-jerking chick flicks.
Although he was enjoying it, Ian was having a hard time accepting how comfortable the domestic scene felt. It was a rare occasion if he brought a woman back to his place and this was the first woman in a very long time he'd introduced to his goddaughter. Since his engagement had ended ten years ago, he'd dated numerous women. Some of the relationships even lasted for a few months, but every time a woman pushed him for more, he broke it off. He didn't go into a relationship intending to end it at a certain point, however, it's what always eventually happened. As long as the woman kept things light and uncomplicated, Ian was fine, but he refused to let a woman get too close to him again. Despite his best efforts to move on, it always came down to one thing–he didn't want to go through what he'd experienced when Kaliope broke his heart.
There had been a time when he'd believed in soulmates and thought he'd found his. He'd never been the most romantic man in the world. He didn't spout out poetry or think to bring a woman flowers just because he felt like it. She'd known how he was from the beginning of their relationship, but Kaliope thought she could change him. He’d tried to show her he loved her in his own unique way–he made sure her car was always in tip-top shape so it wouldn't break down on her; he shared the household chores with her, making sure he did the heavier stuff and never let her take out the dirty garbage; he praised and supported her in everything she did whether it was a success or failure. She'd been a local newscaster in Virginia while he was stationed nearby, and fantasized about landing an anchor position on a national news program. Unfortunately, so did every other TV reporter in the United States. The competition could be harsh and even though Ian had been proud of her no matter what she did, it hadn't been enough for her. If he tried to comfort her after an audition with a larger network fell through, she'd get mad, yelling he was only patronizing her. The worst had been when she'd told him he was holding her back from her dreams. He had cherished Kaliope and in the end, it hadn't been good enough for her. Now Ian kept his relationships simple, refusing to have his heart ripped out ever again.
When the end credits began to scroll up the sixty-inch flat screen TV, Jenn got up and gathered the crumb-filled plates left over from their earlier meal. "I'm going to my room to work on my term paper. Don't worry about me for dinner. I'll nuke something later." She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for everything, Uncle Ian. You too, Angie, and it was so nice to meet you. Again, I'm really sorry I interrupted your afternoon."
They both smiled at her and told her it was fine and she had to stop apologizing for needing company. After she and Beau left them alone, Ian grabbed the last of their lunch residue and an empty bowl of popcorn, carrying it all into the kitchen while Angie looked around the apartment again. If she could call it an apartment since it looked more like a huge penthouse suite in an upscale hotel. The living room had couches and chairs with seating for at least ten people, along with a massive entertainment center. Behind the couch was another conversation area where a four-seat wood and mirrored bar stood. A dart board hung between the bar and corner of the room, with a section of cork protecting the wall from mis-throws. The attached dining area contained an eight-seat formal table, chairs and china hutch with two extra chairs which could be used when the leaf was in use. An eat-in gourmet kitchen was on the other side of the dining area complete with stainless steel appliances. It was a party hostess's dream.
Earlier in the afternoon, Angie had taken off her boots and tried to get comfortable on the couch next to Ian without her crotch showing under her short skirt. Noticing she was uneasy, Jenn had offered her a pair of yoga pants and a University of Tampa T-shirt to change into. Grateful, Angie had accepted the offer and used the master bedroom suite to make the quick change. There were also two additional bedrooms, the furthest one away from Ian’s room was obviously Jenn’s, and a guest bath off the hallway. The two smaller bedrooms were bigger than Angie's own living room. The only thing odd about the apartment were the horizontal windows in every room were elevated about eight-feet up the ten-foot walls, allowing plenty of light in without anyone being able to see in from outside. She figured it was a security feature due to his line of work. With the exception of the young woman's pink and purple chic bedroom, the rest of the house was beautifully decorated in earth-tones. Ian had explained his mother had taken over after the apartments became livable and hired an interior decorator for both her sons. Otherwise they would have looked like typical bachelor pads with mismatched furniture and nothing on the walls but the dart board. As it was, he had to convince the decorator to include it in the décor.
She was looking at an older photo on one of the end tables when Ian came back into the room. The picture was of him and his brothers about twenty years ago. Ian was in the center with two slightly younger boys on either side of him and he was holding another boy, around the age of six, up by the armpits. "This is you, the oldest, but which one of these two is Devon? Are they twins?"
He pointed to the teenager on his left. "This one's Dev. The little guy in front is our brother Nick, and this is John, and no, Devon’s eleven months older but a lot of people had trouble telling them apart."
"Do Nick and John live in Florida too?"
Taking her hand, he tugged her up from the couch and pulled her close. "Nick is twenty-five now and in the Navy in San Diego." A sad expression took over his face. "And John died when he was nineteen."
Feeling awful for his loss, she realized they had more in common then she originally thought. "I'm sorry. I lost my brother when he was seventeen and I was nine. He was killed in a car crash with three of his friends."
Ian cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her jawline. "I'm sorry for you loss too. Unbeknownst to us, John had become an alcoholic and got drunk one day after cutting school. He died after he passed out and threw up. Aspirated. My dad found him." He swallowed hard at the memory. "We all took it hard, but Devon took it really bad. He was torturing himself over some misplaced guilt that he could've stopped John from spiraling down. The problem was, the kid hid his addiction well and none of us knew about it. And we're a close knit family. Anyway, Dev thought he should've been able to see the problem and take control over the situation. The fact that he didn't became an issue for him. His hurt and anger were starting to get the best of him so, after we ended up on the same SEAL team, I introduced him to the lifestyle to help him deal with it. Taking control of other aspects of his life, gave Dev the ability to deal with John's death."
Bringing her hands from around his waist and up his chest, she explored his physique as she spoke. "Is that why Devon doesn't drink? I saw him only drinking tonic last night." Had the gala only been last night? It seemed like so much had happened between Ian and her since then.
"Yeah." He pulled her hips into his rubbing his erection against her. "But I really don't want to talk about Devon or anyone else but you right now. We have some unfinished business to take care of, little one."
Feeling wicked, she licked her lips, slow and seductive, and he gro
aned at the sight as she walked her fingers up his chest. "What about Jenn?"
Bending forward, he nuzzled her neck. "She'll be busy with her term paper and my bedroom is far enough away she won't hear a thing as long as we keep our voices and your screams down to a whisper."
"Sorry," she mumbled as she blushed.
He took her hand and led her down the hallway past Jenn's closed door. "Don't be. I love how vocal you are. I just don't want my niece to know it and I'm sure she doesn't either. And don't worry because she always uses her headphones and listens to her IPod while doing schoolwork." After closing and locking his bedroom door behind them, he pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her. It didn't start off as explosive as their earlier one did but it wasn't long until they were back up to that level. They spent several minutes consuming each other before Ian eased back and released her. He walked over to a small sitting area next to a gas fireplace on the far side of his bed and sat on a blue and green striped upholstered chair. He picked up a remote and soft jazz music filled the air. "Strip for me, Angel. Nice and slow. Tease me. Do you remember what your safe-word is?"
Damn, he made her hotter than lava when he spoke to her in that deep, commanding voice. "My safe-word is red, Sir."
She loved to dance and swinging her hips to the music came naturally. She proceeded to give Ian the best strip-tease and lap dance of his life. It didn't take long for her to shed her tee and sweats but then she slowed down. Trailing her hands up and down her body sensually, she played with her breasts and clit through the fabric of her underwear until Ian had to undo his pants to get some much needed room for his straining erection. She was shocked and thrilled to see he'd gone commando and she moaned, knowing his hard shaft had been one zip away from her touch most of the day. The dark purple head was weeping and she looked forward to tasting him, but not yet. She wasn't done teasing him.
Turning around she bent over and reached back to spread her ass cheeks, smiling and wriggling her hips when he growled. "Fuck, Angel. Someday soon I'm going to take your sweet ass and fuck it hard and fast. And I promise you, you'll love every minute of it."
Her pussy quivered at the thought of him fucking her there, a place where no other man had been. Standing back up, she remained facing away from him as she reached back and unhooked her bra. Holding the front in place, she lowered the straps, inch by inch, until her arms were free. She took the lacy piece and threw it over her head in his direction. When she saw he caught it, she began to shimmy her hips and lowered her thong, drawing out the process as long as she could. She then stepped out of them, turned around and threw them at him as well. This time when he snatched the garment, he brought it to his face, inhaling deeply. His blue eyes flared and darkened with heated desire. "Damn, sweetheart. I wish I could bottle your scent and carry it with me everywhere. Run your fingers through your pussy and taste yourself. I want you to taste what I do when I eat you."
Holy crap! She'd never tasted herself before, but even though she blushed, the demand didn't turn her off. In fact, she felt her reaction to it gush from between her legs as if her body was giving her plenty to sample. Leisurely she ran her flattened hand down her abdomen while her fingers stretched downward, leading the way. They brushed over her clit and into her saturated folds. After gathering her moisture she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked each finger one by one moaning at the spiciness when it hit her tongue.
Ian crooked a finger at her. "Come here, baby and do it again. It's my turn for a taste."
She sashayed several steps forward and stopped with her legs straddling his knees. Repeating the process of collecting her cream, she brought her hand up and held it a few inches from his mouth, making him reach for her. Grabbing her wrist, he opened his lips took two of her fingers and sucked them clean before moving to the next two and, at last, her thumb, which he nibbled on. The sounds of his slurping and satisfied humming made her want to put other things in his mouth, mainly her tits and clit.
"On your knees, Angel. I want you to suck me."
Oh, thank fuck! She loved giving head and was dying to taste his pre-cum which was seeping from the tip. She knelt before him and crawled forward between his knees when he parted them. He still had his cargo pants and shirt on, and this time she felt wicked that he was dressed and she was naked. When she reached for his cock, he stopped her. "Your mouth only, sweetheart. Hands behind your back, like when you were a kid, bobbing for apples."
Smirking, she licked her lips and did as she was told. Using his thumb and forefinger, he positioned his dick so it was pointing at the ceiling. With his other hand, he grabbed a handful of the hair at the top of her head and guided her mouth to take in his tip. She swiped her tongue across the head and tasted him. He was delicious and she did it again before he slowly began to impale her mouth with his shaft. Shifting his hips forward, so she could take more of him in, he set the slow pace he wanted her to use as her head bobbed up and down. He eased the grip of his hand in her hair then pushed away the loose strands which had fallen around her face and tucked them behind her ears so he could see her mouth better.
Reaching down, he played with her nipples as she worked him in an out of her mouth. He pinched, pulled and rolled her stiff little peaks, and when she purred, she knew he felt it down the length of his cock and into his balls. Using her tongue, she licked him like an ice cream cone on every up stroke, teasing the v-shaped notch on the underside of his cock, and it was his turn to hum with satisfaction.
Ian’s eyes rolled back into his head. "Fuck, Angel. The only thing better than how this feels is how you look taking my cock between your plump red lips. Suck me, baby, as hard as you...aaahhhh, fuck! Shit! Do it again." He began to breathe heavily, his hips jerking upwards and she took him so far back into her mouth that he hit her throat. Fuck! She either had no gag reflex or had exceptional control.
When she swallowed, her throat closed around him and he saw stars while moaning in ecstasy. He was going to have to stop her soon because he wanted to be in her pussy when he came inside her body for the first time but it felt too good to stop her yet. "Holy shit, baby. I want to thank, then kill the bastard who taught you how to give a blow job, cause you're so fucking good at it. But I don't want to imagine you doing this to anyone else but me."
He couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing her hair again, he pulled her off him but she managed to take one last swipe of his head with her tongue, the little brat. Giving her a hand, he helped her stand. As she licked her swollen lips, he told her, "Climb up on my bed and get on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind. You were teasing me with your hot little ass earlier in the lobby, and now I'm going to spank it before I fuck you. There are consequences for teasing a Dom when you haven't been told to do so."
Angie all but dove onto the bed. She needed him inside her and wasn't ashamed to admit she longed for the roughness he was offering her. She'd always wanted to be spanked but the one boyfriend who'd agree to do it hadn't been too into it and the experience left her wanting much more than she had gotten. Two of her other boyfriends had looked at her as if she were crazy when she told them what she wanted so she stopped asking for it. But she had a feeling Ian was going to give her, not only what she wanted, but what she craved.
After she was in position, she looked over her shoulder at him. He was standing beside the bed looking at her ass while he removed his clothes. "Eye's forward."
She snapped her head back around and heard him open a drawer of the nightstand then the sound of condom wrapper being opened. The bed dipped as he climbed up behind her and she was startled when he began caressing and squeezing the globes of her ass instead of spanking her right away. "Beautiful, Angel. You've got the prettiest ass I've ever seen. And it's going to look even prettier when I turn it a nice shade of pink."
She wasn't prepared for the first smack and even though he hadn't hit her too hard, she still let out a yelp and instinctively tried to move forward. Ian grabbed her hips and held her in place. "
Going somewhere, sweetheart?"
Damn him. He sounded amused and she rolled her eyes, grateful he couldn't see her face. "No, Sir. I just didn't expect it."
"Well, now you will. Remember, Jenn is down the hall, so no yelling."
She was glad he reminded her about his niece because Angie had forgotten about the younger woman. It must've been why he'd raised the volume of the music a little before he'd joined her on the bed because it would muffle the sound of his hand hitting her bare flesh. His other hand lifted and smacked her other cheek. This one was a little harder than the first, but she stayed in position and bit back her squeal. By the time he gave her the third, fourth and fifth spanks her ass was starting to feel like it was on fire. He hadn't struck the same spot twice, spreading them out across her cheeks and upper thighs. And instead of trying to get away, she was bowing her back and pushing her hips higher, giving him better access. Was it wrong to enjoy the pain to the point she was soaking wet and ready to beg him to fuck her? He stopped after the eighth one and held his hand atop the flesh he'd just smack, keeping the heat in and she moaned. "Are you okay, Angel? Give me a color-green, yellow or red?"
"Green...Sir." Her breathing had increased after the third or fourth spank and now she was outright panting. "Oh, God...so green."
"Really?" She could hear the smile in his voice. "Why don't I feel for myself, hmm?" Before she could respond, his hand slid down between her legs. "Mmmm. So nice and wet. But no cumming without permission."
He removed his exploring fingers and she heard him clean his fingers with his mouth. She felt him move closer to her and rub the head of his cock through her drenched folds before shoving it deep into her pussy in one swift motion, groaning as he did so.
Holy crap, he was big! She felt so full as he held himself inside her, waiting for her body to adjust to his size. She had to hold back the urge to beg him to move and prayed he wouldn't make her wait too long before giving her permission to cum because she was on the edge of the precipice.
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