Coming to Hale

by Marie James

“Too bad, Lorali.” His controlled grin is back and his hands are working their way across my inner thighs, never making contact with the very small piece of flesh that needs him the most. I whimper.

  “That’s what I had in mind last night,” he lays softly against my chest, halting all movement of my quivering body. “Then you fell asleep in the car. Do you know how tortured I was laying your sleeping body in my bed, stripping you out of that ridiculously sexy dress, knowing I couldn’t touch you? Knowing I’d have to wait? I laid awake for over an hour, begging my hard on to go down so I could sleep. Then you wake up this morning and wiggle your soft ass against him and think for one minute you’re going to get what you want?” He breaks his eye contact with me to lick down my neck and pull my ear lobe through his teeth. “Wrong.” He whispers in my ear.

  He decreases the space between our lower bodies enough to torture me by running his hot cock along the seam of my pussy. I attempt to maneuver myself into position to ensure penetration on his next sweep and his body stills.

  “Lorali.” He chastises me. “Do you want my cock?” His face is above mine, inches away as he settles down, his forearms on either side of my body

  I close my eyes and nod my head slowly. Praying he takes mercy on my desperately empty body and gives it to me. I’m shivering but not from the cold. My body is struggling with the anticipation of him being inside me and the opposite end of the spectrum; if he denies me.

  “Then you’ll take it how I plan to give it.” He glides his hips back, running his heat over me again and on the upward stroke glides into me whisper soft.

  My hands automatically reach up and grip his muscular shoulders, my fingers curling into him, not caring if I break the skin with my nails. He rests his forehead against mine and I can tell he’s struggling for control as well.

  He waits for what seems like years before he starts to move. He pulls out all the way to the tip, but he eases into me gently, the complete opposite of the hard thrusts from last night. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me with such adoration that my body begins to settle into his beautiful love making.

  The slow skillful rocking of his hips and his ability to hit that wonderfully sensitive spot inside me, cause my body to tighten around him. Sensation takes over and an orgasm cascades through me. I hold on to him tighter with my arms and wrap my legs around his hips.

  He’s watching me from above, his heavy lidded eyes seem to be looking into my soul. “So beautiful.” He says before pressing his lips to mine, kissing me. His forearms are under my back, his strong hands gripping over the top of my shoulders. He pulls his face from mine, his eyes are closed, a soft moan leaves his lips and I can feel his erection jerking inside of me, his thrusts continue to slow until he comes to a rest, still fully seated inside me.

  He lowers his mouth to mine again, taking his time tasting me and soothing me after such a passionate session. He rolls over in the bed and pulls me with him until I’m sprawled across his chest.

  “That was…” I can’t even find the words. I’ve read about passionate love making in books a hundred times over, but never had any desire to go slow, fearing my release would never come without aggressive stroking and attention.

  “Amazing.” He says into the crown of my head, planting another kiss there.

  I’m leisurely running my fingers up and down his stomach, entranced by the way his muscles jump when I touch them. I tilt my head and my focus turns to the amazing tattoo on his chest and arm. My index finger traces the design.

  “This tattoo is awesome,” I whisper. “Definitely makes you at least ten percent hotter than you are with clothes on.” I rest my chin on his chest so I can see his face.

  “Only ten percent hotter?” He feigns disappointment.

  All I can do is grin. He seems manly naked under me. The business suit gives him power and an air of authority, but seeing him like this is heaven. I do my best to commit him to memory.

  “Shower?” He asks as he reaches down and pecks a kiss to my nose.

  “Sure.” He slides off the bed and I can tell he’s still at half-mast. This should be interesting I think as we walk into the ensuite bathroom, let’s see how much cleaning actually goes on in there!

  Chapter 31

  Ian

  I can feel her eyes on my back as I walk into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and grab towels out of the cabinet while the water heats up. I look down at my cock and shake my head. I just had a powerful orgasm and it’s still semi-hard. It must be her proximity to me because this is usually not the case.

  Also, completely out of the norm for me is bringing a woman home. It’s usually back to their place or a hotel room close to where I picked her up at. It makes separation in the morning easier, and it also decreases the chances of seeing them again since they can’t just show up at random times on my door step. See mom, I did learn something in college!

  I did have my driver run by the all night pharmacy last night to grab a box of condoms. I had every intention of being inside Lorali again and since I never bring women here I wasn’t prepared for her. I’m thankful for the forethought. I couldn’t imagine waking up to her in my bed and being unable to do anything about it.

  I’m standing outside of the shower lost in thought. I feel Lorali’s hand run down my back from my shoulder to my ass as she walks by me and steps in under the spray. Her body is exquisite. Her full breasts, flat stomach and the subtle curve of her hips are driving me crazy. I step in directly behind her so when she turns around she’s against my chest.

  She’s looking up at me, the high mount spray sending a rainfall of warm water over our bodies. She blinks away the drops and smiles, wrapping her arms around my waist. There is, surprisingly, no awkwardness between us.

  My intentions of a soft kiss are lost when she leans further into me and deepens it. Her tongue is hot and exploring in my mouth. A tiny moan escapes her lips when I squeeze her to me, pressing my ever growing cock into her belly.

  She breaks the kiss and pulls back, glancing down at my erection and back up to my eyes. She smiles big and I shrug my shoulders like I can’t control it, which around her I honestly can’t.

  “Didn’t get enough this morning?” She asks, her voice is tantalizing and sweet.

  “Never," I reply lowering my mouth back to hers.

  Before long she breaks the kiss and leans in, standing on her tip toes, and runs her teeth over my collar bone, nipping and licking, her mouth hotter than the temperature of the water that’s streaming down on us. She lowers and licks her way down to the tattooed nipple on my left side. She catches the tight nipple between her teeth and bites causing a hiss from me.

  She lowers, running her tongue over my stomach, catching droplets of water in her mouth. My muscles ripple under her touch, my cock rock solid and begging for attention jerks below her chin.

  She’s on her knees looking up at me through her wet lashes, a smirk on her lips. I groan because the sight before me is beyond comprehension, better than I could’ve ever imagined. Hotter than the wettest dream I’ve ever had.

  She leans forward, maintaining eye contact and swipes her hot as sin mouth up the underside of my cock, resting it in a small gap between her lips. My hands swing out, grasping for support on either side of the shower walls. Her lip twitches and she knows the power she’s holding right now. This will be her power play in answer to my earlier torture. I let her have it. For now.

  She rolls her tongue over the engorged head of my cock before taking just the head in her mouth, giving it a hard suck, her eyes never leaving mine. I shift my hips to get more of me in her mouth and she backs off, smiling again. Fucking tease! I’m begging her with my eyes and she takes mercy on me and covers her teeth with her lips and takes me to the back of her throat. I could’ve died right then and would’ve considered my life having been lived to the fullest. Her mouth is absolute heaven. She brings her hand up to grip my balls and I almost collapse. I can feel more than hear her giggle considering she’s clos
e to gagging depths on my dick.

  Her movements have quickened and my hand has made it way to the back of her head, my fingers twisted in her hair.

  “Fuck!” I hiss on an exquisitely deep thrust. She’s all business now, one hand gripping my balls, the other stroking the base of my dick and her mouth working the top half. I’m so close to exploding and I feel the need to warn her. “Stop, Lorali, I’m gonna come.”

  She raises her gaze to my eyes and sucks even harder, I take this as the go ahead I was hoping for. I grip the back of her head and use it to roughly guide her over me, deep and hard. I explode in her mouth. She never even blinks; she takes every bit of it down her throat. My chest is heaving and I can hardly catch my breath. Best. Blowjob. Ever.

  I fall out of her mouth and she runs her hand over the corner of her mouth where a few drops escaped, catching it on her fingers. She licks her fingers clean as she stands to her full height. My insatiable dick twitches again.

  “Okay?” She teases, that smirk on her face.

  I answer her questions with one of my own, “Marry me?” She giggles. “Because my life would be perfect if every morning was like this until I died!” I crush my lips against hers, no issue with my taste still being on her tongue other than wishing it was the taste of her pussy instead.

  Chapter 32

  Lorali

  After dressing in some of Ian’s clothes, we head to the kitchen for coffee. I raise the neck of the oversized t-shirt to my nose and inhale deeply. I hope he doesn’t want these clothes back because I have every intention of sleeping in them for the rest of my life!

  He heads over to the coffee maker and I grab a stool at the bar. I wince as I sit.

  “Sore?” He asks with a grin.

  “Actually yes. A little. It seems your voracious attacks on my lady parts have left them a bit…sensitive.” I grin back at him.

  “Sorry.” His smile never waivers, his eyes hold no remorse.

  “Don’t be, I’m not.” His phone beside me rings. On instinct I look over at it. MARIA CALLING. Flashes on the screen. I try to hide the look of disappointment on my face.

  He snatches up the phone, his face blank when he looks at the screen. “I have to take this, excuse me.” Is all he says as he walks from the room.

  I tell myself it’s no big deal, I don’t own him. Just because I’ve spent the last 12 hours with him doesn’t mean anything. He’s a playboy. Alexa made sure I knew that.

  “How do you like your coffee?” He implores coming back into the room a few minutes later, breaking me away from my thoughts. He plants a kiss at my temple as he walks past.

  “Umm, lots of cream and sugar please.” I watch his back as he makes my coffee to perfection, his taut muscles moving silkily under his tan skin. This man topless could end wars, everyone stopping their battle just to stare at his perfection. He turns and I’m even more entranced by his front. His body is ‘fuck me’ personified. The more I think about it the more sure I am he would cause wars rather than stop them, every woman fighting to be with him, every man wanting to be him.

  “Ms. Bennett?” I jerk my eyes to his. He chuckles as he places my coffee on the bar in front of me. “You like something you see?”

  “You know I do!” I grab my cup and hold it to my lips, blowing the steam across the top, more as a means of distraction, knowing there’s enough creamer in it to make it immediately drinkable. “You’d have even more women crawling all over you if the paparazzi ever got a shot of you shirtless.”

  He shakes his head, a beautiful smile playing on his lips. He leans in to me and whispers in my ear, “I prefer the ones who throw themselves at my feet.”

  I gawk at him as he walks back towards his bedroom. He returns a few minutes later, fully clothed. What a waste.

  “Ready? I have a few stops to make on the way to your house if you don’t mind?” He slides his phone and car keys in to the front pocket of his jeans.

  I glance at the clock on wall. Eight forty-five. “Sure I have plenty of time before the bingo hall event.”

  “Great.” He grabs my hand and we walk towards the door.

  ***

  Once in the car we head across town, the houses getting smaller and closer together. I hadn’t realized just how far from the chaos of the city he lived.

  We ride in companionable silence. My curiosity, growing as we head into a part of town known for its poverty, is piqued most when we pull up to an apartment building. It stands out a bit from the environment that seems to be encroaching on it. This set of buildings is nicer than the neighborhood it’s situated in, which I find odd. Like time and the desperation that ruined everything else couldn’t touch this one.

  “Stay here.” Ian demands as he gets out of the car. I hit the door lock when his door closes behind him because I’m also aware that this area of town is known for its higher crime rate. This makes three times he’s been in less than elite locations across the city.

  Ian walks purposefully across the side walk and knocks on apartment number one hundred and seventeen. The door opens and he steps inside. I look around having no clue why we’re here or who’s in that apartment. A wave of uneasiness washes over me causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. I’m out of my comfort zone and the happy orgasmic bubble I’d been in since the sun came up has been popped. My thoughts are once again wondering just what in the hell Ian has himself mixed up in.

  After a few minutes I see Ian standing on the front step. A woman’s hand reaches out and lovingly cups his cheek. My vantage point in the car does not allow me to see who this woman is. Ian turns to walk back to the car and I immediately avert my gaze, hoping he didn’t see me staring at him and the intimate moment he just shared with the occupant of apartment one-seventeen.

  I unlock the car as he approaches. He slides in and tosses a black backpack in the back seat. He’s brooding and silent. The air around us has suddenly turned into something tangible. I can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves.

  Within minutes we’ve hit an area of town more familiar. Before I know it we’ve stopped again, this time right outside of the Happy Suds Laundromat.

  “Feeling nostalgic?” I joke with a grin, a feeble attempt to change his mood.

  He huffs, “I wish. Stay in the car please.” He grabs the bag from the back seat and walks inside. The angle of the sun and its reflection on the glass prevents me from seeing inside.

  What the fuck is going on! First we go to a weird apartment in a seedy area of town and then some woman strokes his face after he spends several minutes alone with her doing God knows what, and now he’s carrying a backpack from said woman’s apartment into this seedy ass laundromat. Nothing good can come from this.

  He steps back out within a few minutes, empty handed. His mood is no better this time around. I want to ask him what’s going on, but the look on his face and the twitch in his jaw prevents me from saying anything.

  We pull up outside my apartment a few minutes later and he kills the engine on the car. He released his seatbelt and grabs for the door handle. I reach out and grab his arm.

  “You don’t have to walk me up. I can tell you’ve a lot on your mind and I’ve taken up enough of your time today.” I turn to get out of the car.

  “Lorali,” His pleading voice stops me in my tracks.

  I turn to him, his hand immediately going to my cheek. I almost tear up remembering the woman in the apartment holding him the same loving way he’s holding me now. I close my eyes against the sting of tears.

  He leans in and his lips gingerly graze mine. My breath hitches. He kisses me slowly, with nothing but passion, no hint of his earlier anger on his lips. I kiss him back, afraid this will be the last one. I know in my heart Ian Hale is not a repeat offender so to speak. I should count myself lucky to have had him repeatedly within the same twenty four hour period.

  He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine. Why does it feel like he doesn’t want to let me go either?

  “I ca
n’t wait to see you on Saturday.” He whispers. What!? I raise my head and look in his eyes. “Pick you up at seven thirty?”

  He sounds hopeful like he’s not sure I’ll still want to go. Do I want to go? My life was simple before I crashed into him, and seems like nothing but chaos since then. Beautiful chaos.

  I smile, knowing I don’t have a hope of denying him. “See you then Mr. Hale.”

  “Have fun at bingo, Ms. Bennett.” I smile at him as he starts the engine and drives off. How quickly he went from stressed and flat-out pissed to carefree and joking. It leaves my head spinning. I head inside to get ready for the grannies at the bingo hall. My life is so glamorous.

  ***

  The bingo hall event was well…uneventful, just as I’d expected. I’ve never seen so many e-cigarette smokers congregated together before in my life.

  I get in a few hours of work at the office before heading back to the apartment. My work schedule is clear until I go back to work on Tuesday. I make sure to make a stop by the store to grab a couple of bottles of wine, knowing the interrogation will start once Josie gets home and will be even worse if Alexa doesn’t have plans for the evening.

  Since I left work a little early, I’m alone in the apartment for a little over an hour before Josie gets here from school. I’m on the couch channel surfing when she plops down beside me. She doesn’t say anything just grabs the box of cheesy crackers from my lap and steals a handful. We sit through an episode of some reality show where some rather orange tinted housewives argue over where they’ll go for vacation. Ridiculous.

  I hear the door open and close, less than a minute later Alexa wanders in, bouncing from foot to foot as she removes her heels. She grins at me deviously and I know it’s a matter of minutes before the water boarding begins.

  “Wine?” She quirks her eyebrow up.

  “In the fridge. Grabbed a few bottles on the way home.” Her eyes narrow, she’s well aware that I know what her plans for the evening are.

  She’s only gone a minute or so when she returns to the living room with a tray holding a bottle of red wine, three glasses, and plates with grapes and cubed cheese. Holy hell she’s settling in for this story!