by Marie James
He wasn’t joking about giving it to me hard. He holds onto my hips to keep me from inching across the desk, his fingers sure to leave bruises. He bends down and wraps his lips around my nipple. My body is covered in chill bumps, my breathing erratic and uneven. A shiver runs down the entire length of me and a quickening sensation inside gives a hint to the impact the next orgasm will have on me. I know it’ll leave me utterly broken, a milestone no other man will be able to surpass. I’ll be ruined. Annihilated beyond repair. My body explodes, squeezing him so tightly he lets out a hiss.
“Oh God, Ian!” I scream as the convulsions of my never-ending orgasm rage on.
“FUCK! I’m gonna…” His voice breaks, no sound is emitted.
Throwing his head back and landing less than a handful more thrusts, he roars, overcome by his own release. His strokes grow gentler as he uses my body’s orgasm and gripping action to rub out the rest of his.
He collapses on my chest, his mouth finding mine in the dark. Light kisses are planted on my lips and down my neck. I stroke his back with shaky hands as our breathing levels out. Once our bodies have settled enough and cognitive function returns, he stands, pulling out of me gingerly.
I wince as his sudden removal leaves me empty. “Did I hurt you?” I smile at his look of concern.
“Yes! You damaged me so bad my pussy had no other choice than to try to choke the life out of your cock!” I grin, trying to lighten the mood and hoping to avoid any awkwardness.
He laughs as he pulls the condom off, wraps it in a Kleenex from the desk and tosses it in the trash. “Well she has one hell of grip, I’ll tell you that!” He steps up to me again, his finger running down the front of my sex, sliding over and down to reposition my underwear correctly. I moan again. “More?” he asks, his finger now stroking up and down my cleft on the outside of my panties.
I nod my head and smile.
He full out laughs, throwing his head back as his body shakes. The sound of his laughter is music to my ears. I absolutely love it. I make a mental note to try to hear it as often as I can. “You’re insatiable, baby! But we have to get back out to the club. I bet your friend thinks I’ve murdered you and I’m in the process of hiding your body.” He shakes his head, his laugh calming to a chuckle as he attempts to reposition the top of my dress over my breasts. I allow him to tie the straps at my neck.
I jump down off the desk on wobbly legs. Ian rests me against his chest as I wiggle my dress down around my hips, making sure I don’t fall over. I take a step back and look down, giving my body a little shake and sigh.
I look up at Ian and he’s fully engrossed in the jiggle of my tits, his cock twitches in anticipation. “Up here, handsome.” I tell him pointing to my eyes. He snaps out of his trance and looks at me. I grin. “Looks like I’m not the only insatiable one!” What is it with men and boobs? They’re like magical orbs of fascination.
“Looks like my dancing is over for the night.” He only tilts his head to the side, not understanding what I mean. “My fashion tape won’t re-adhere. If I dance, I’ll end up flashing the entire club!”
“Well, just dance facing me so I can be the only one who gets the show!” He’s tucking himself back into his slacks and lowering his shirt back over his amazing abs. I frown.
He catches my look of disappointment and laughs lightly. “Come on sex fiend, I need a drink!” He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the office, making sure the door closes behind us.
“You own this place?” This is the only explanation I can come up with for him having access to the area we just left.
“My cousin Garrett does. He’s around here somewhere; I’ll introduce you to him.” We exit the dark hallway and make our way back to my table.
Chapter 29
Ian
I have no idea why I’m standing at this table in Ampere and not on my way back home. I’d a few drinks, danced, and got laid. My usual night on the town checklist was complete twenty minutes ago, but I can’t seem to pull myself away.
Lorali is chatting animatedly with her roommates and I’m standing here alongside her, nursing a beer, and one hundred percent content with the situation. In this moment in time I have nowhere else I’d rather be. My fingertips are stroking her exposed back leisurely while I run the last hour through my head.
I was enraged when I started dancing with her and she was rubbing that sweet little ass all over my cock, having no clue on her part who it was. I decided right then and there I was done; just give her one last rough kiss. Let her know what she was missing out on and walk the fuck away, which in and of itself was strange. It bothered me that it bothered me. I’ve never spent a minute worrying about what a woman was doing so long as I got mine if I wanted it, and to come unhinged at the idea that she’d dance seductively with another man was cause for concern. Only I couldn’t stay away, not even for ten minutes: another cause for concern.
I’d no idea what I was going to say to her when she came out of the restroom, but when she emerged and she looked resigned with what had happened on the dance floor, I could no longer hold my anger in. I never should’ve snapped at her. Hell, I never should’ve questioned her. I don’t own her. One date and a finger fuck didn’t make her mine.
Her response! Fuck me! Talk about zero to seduction in fifteen seconds! I know I’ll have my hands full with this little hell cat. I have a feeling she’ll keep me on my toes, because she doesn’t seem to be one to take my shit.
I look down at her when I feel her eyes on me. She’s smiling up at me; her gorgeous face is flushed from the heat and alcohol. I reach down and kiss her mouth. I feel her grin against my lips when her friends make a squealing noise at our embrace. Pulling away, I watch her roll her eyes.
A warm hand lands on my shoulder and I turn towards the source. My cousin, Garrett has slid in beside me.
“Sorry to interrupt.” He says with a smirk that says he’s not sorry. He raises an eyebrow which for him means he’s asking “Conquest for the night?”
I frown and shake my head ever so slightly. To prove she’s not just some random I’ve picked up for tonight I make introductions around the table. Lorali has to help me with the names of her friends as I’ve been paying so much attention to her their names have slipped my mind.
“Garret Hale,” he says shaking hands with each woman, lingering with a seductive smile on Alexa. Oh Lord! Looks like Garrett has set his sights on her!
I smack him on the shoulder and glare at him. I’m trying to convey to him that this particular group of women is off limits. No way will I allow his short lived extracurricular activities to interfere or cause problems with Lorali and me.
The confused look on his face tells me that he knows I’m acting out of character. We’ve the same motto so to speak. We aren’t womanizers, but we’re very up front with our expectations and we only get involved with women who understand that we’re available for a mutually satisfying sexual relationship that’ll end before the sun comes up. We don’t make promises or use the pretense of a relationship to bed a woman. It’s not necessary since there are so many women around who have the same goals as us. Now don’t get me wrong, I do have women who try to attach themselves to me, but usually it’s more because of the out this world sex or the money that I’m able to offer and less because they want a relationship past that.
We stand around and chit chat and I can tell that Lorali is getting tired. She’s stopped drinking alcohol and is now sipping a bottle of water. I smile, impressed that even though she’s out with her friends, she’s able to recognize her limits and stops before she takes it too far. Many women don’t.
“You want to get out of here?” I whisper in her ear.
“I planned to catch a cab with Alexa and Josie but you can take me home if you’d like. They don’t look anywhere near ready to leave.” She smiles over at Alexa, who’s flirting heavily with Garrett. I shake my head; apparently my warning has fallen on deaf ears.
I half smile at her; she notices.
“What’s wrong?” She asks confused by my response.
“Babe, I’ve no desire to take you anywhere but home with me.” She grins, like she hadn’t even considered my place as an option.
“I have the bingo hall opening tomorrow at eleven.” She says and I can tell it’s a feeble attempt on her part to try to say no without actually using the words.
“I’ll get you to work on time.” I grin, letting her know she’s not getting away that easily. “Let’s get out of here.”
We say our goodbyes and head out front where my driver is waiting. I smile as I slide into the back of the car. The plans and positions I have running through my head have my cock hard before we even pull away from the curb. Lorali leans against me and sighs. I can tell she’s quite content where she is beside me as well. I can’t wait to get her home…and under me.
It only takes twenty-five minutes for the driver to get to my house, but apparently that’s just long enough for Lorali to pass smooth out…even mild nudging doesn’t wake her up. Well fuck, my plans have changed!
I lift her from the back seat and I can’t help but sigh when her dress shifts, exposing most of her breast. The driver is lucky he stayed in the car. I would hate to have to put her down and beat the shit out of him for taking liberties and looking at her. Calm down gladiator. You don’t own her.
I kick off my shoes at the entry way. If I’m being honest, I’m hoping the jostling will wake her so I can spend the rest of the night exhausting her, but the slight snore she’s emitting tells me she’s already there. I carry her like a bride to my bedroom and gently lay her on my bed. With as much modesty as I can manage, I remove her dress, not wanting the scratchy fabric rubbing on me the rest of the night, and cover her with the blanket.
I stand at the edge of the bed and watch her sleep. She. Is. Beautiful. I’ve never met a woman before that enchants me as much as she does. The feelings were unnerving at first but now that she’s here, asleep in my bed, I feel a sense of calm, like all is right in the world; well everything but this raging hard-on that’ll have to wait. Again.
I head into the bathroom and take care of business. I contemplate a shower but toss the idea away. Even though she’s in my bed I want to keep the smell of her and the crazy sex we had at the club on my skin. I slide my boxers off and slip into bed.
She’s turned to her side and I curl up behind her. The warmth and smoothness of her skin makes my cock stand at attention. I sigh against her back, close my eyes, and pray she wakes up early, because I have something to give her.
Chapter 30
Lorali
I’m warm and content as I snuggle down deeper in bed. I’m surrounded by Ian’s delicious scent, like it’s everywhere at once. Last night was one of the wildest of my life. I’ve never just lost all inhibitions and seduced a man, much less fucked that magnificent man in a semi-public place.
The bed moves and it’s then that I feel the hot wall of muscle behind me. I stiffen and try to figure out what the hell is going on. My sleepy brain is not firing on all cylinders and I can’t piece together my evening after leaving the bar. What the fuck! Have I been roofied?
“Baby?” I calm immediately when I hear Ian’s voice behind me.
I realize then that he’s wrapped all the way around me; one arm under my head, the other around my waist, and his anterior body is fully aligned with my posterior. He’s warm and smells like heaven. One word is all it takes to calm my terrified body; I relax back into him and drift off.
***
The next time I wake up the feeling of trepidation is short lived. I recognize almost instantly the feel of Ian against my body. I lay there not moving, hoping to prolong the feeling of bliss. I can feel his warm breath glide across my shoulder and his hand has migrated from my stomach and is now clutching my breast. I’m cognizant that I’m no longer wearing my dress and try to inventory my body as a means to determine if the party continued between us after we left the bar last night. I shift my hips and can tell I’m still in my panties, and I know that reduced the chance that there was a round two, which honestly would devastate me, since I couldn’t remember it.
I feel Ian shift behind me, rolling his own hips. Well hello big fella! His hand grips my breast and his talented fingers begin to work my nipple, which hardened the minute I realized he was gripping it.
I run my hand behind me and up his hip. Well! It looks like I’m the only one with a stitch of clothing on!
“Mmm,” Rolls out of my mouth when his hand releases my breast; his hand painstakingly slow drifts down my stomach to my mound. He tugs on my thigh, urging me to lift my leg up and back over his leg, effectively opening me up, allowing him access.
“Good morning, Lorali.” His voice is pure sex, husky and sleepy.
“Morn…oh!” I can’t even finish my greeting because his fingers are now slipping through my folds in exploration.
“Something wrong?” I can feel him grin against my shoulder.
He shows mercy on me and rests his hand on my thigh, allowing me time to respond, which would be great if my malfunctioning brain could piece together syllables. I shake my head and clutch his hand, moving it back to my center.
His fingers continue their exploration while he places delicate kisses on my neck, back and shoulder. His hips are grinding against me, his hot, throbbing cock looking and not finding what it needs. He’s slow and delicate this morning, taking his sweet time with my body.
It’s driving me mad!
I grip his hand tighter, trying to direct his gloriously thick fingers into me. He doesn’t allow for it. I shift my hips again, grinding my ass harder against his cock. He groans, but holds onto his willpower and continues his wickedly light touches around my pussy.
Doing my best to drive him into action, I pull my hand from on top of his and slide it behind me, grazing the side of his erection with my fingers. He moans again. Progress! The passionate noise he made in my ear drives me to grip his dick in my hand.
Before I can make one solid stroke with my hand from base to tip I’m thrown to my back and Ian is on top of me, my hands are pinned above my head.
“You’re not running the show this morning, Lorali,” he says, running his tongue over my lips.
I lift my mouth to his. He grants me a sweet gentle kiss. I attempt to deepen the kiss and he pulls away. I maintain eye contact with him.
“Tsk, tsk, kitten.” His grin is from ear to ear as he lands sweet, soft kisses over my shoulder and down to my breast. A soft kiss heats my already puckered nipple. I close my eyes and arch into his mouth. The touch too faint and too brief leaves me bereft. It’s not what my body needs right now. I wiggle underneath him trying to gain some purchase against my throbbing clit, my empty core clenching, seeking to be filled.
He raises his body further away from me and laughs.
I glare at him, not taking my eyes away from his.
“What the hell, Ian?” He’s torturing me and it’s thrilling him!
“What’s wrong, baby?” He has a look of innocence on his face, but his eyes betray him. They’re filled with lust and need and how he’s wound up so tight and maintaining control is beyond me.
“I need you to fuck me!” He lands more delicate kisses on my breast bone and nipples.
“Is that so?” He pulls back and lets go of my hands. I bring my arms down as he sits back on his heels between my legs. I take in the sight of him and gasp.
Ian Hale has the most magnificent body. His rock solid chest and abs compare to the work of a Roman sculptor; his ridiculous eight pack narrowing at his waist with lines of muscles pointing towards his groin. The previous thoughts I had about wanting to lick his neck are nothing compared to the thoughts I’m having now about the rest of him, which cause me to lick my lips with gusto.
The thing causing the most reaction from me is the intricately woven tribal tattoo that completely covers his left peck, shoulder, and bicep, ending just above the crease of his elbow. My eyes take for
ever to break away from his chest and arm.
He’s smiling at me by the time my eyes meet his; shaking his head at me apparently finding my visual exploration of his body amusing.
“Number one,” I say looking back down at his body. “If anyone had an inkling of what you’re hiding under your clothes, you’d win Denver’s Sexiest Man contest by a fucking landslide!”
“Is that so?” His eyes are sweeping my now exposed body.
I nod emphatically. “Without a doubt!”
“You seem to be over dressed. May I remedy that situation for us?” He’s driving me wild sitting back; his masculine hand is stroking his cock softly.
“Please,” I whisper, entranced by the motion.
He releases his grip on himself and runs his hands up the back of my thighs, leaving a vast trail of goose bumps in their wake. I lift my hips a mere fraction allowing him to grip my thong from the back and slide it from my body.
He carelessly tosses it to the side and sits back on his heels, his hands lingering on the inside of my thighs, and his eyes planted right at my core.
I hear another groan escape his lips. I smile knowing I’m affecting him as well.
“See something you like, Mr. Hale?” I wiggle my hips for added measure.
“Jesus, Lorali, I’ve hardly touched you and your hot pussy is weeping and ready to be filled!” He says it with reverence as he leans and grabs a condom. I do take in the fact, as he rolls it down his hard length, that it’s retrieved from a local pharmacy bag and he has to open the box.
“Your body is so ready to be fucked. I know just how good that tight sweet pussy is going to feel wrapped around my thick cock.” I shiver at his words, ready for him to follow through with his promises. “I bet she can’t wait to be pounded into my bed until she explodes in a bone rattling release!”
“Please, Ian!” Now he has me begging for it. I’m too far gone to be embarrassed. “That’s exactly what I need!”
