Ian
I spent my morning going over the mock-ups for the Benton Enterprises app. The team had made a lot of progress, and I gave the green light for them to create a working prototype. It would be a simple design without any of the flash that we would add when we moved into development, but a prototype would show Bryant Benson what we could do for him. My afternoon was spent reviewing the updated results for the Secret Santa Romance app. While I was enjoying my weekend with Elly, a lot of other people were connecting with someone new, thanks to the app. We had over a hundred new reviews and several testimonials with happy couples that were still in the discovery stage of a new relationship.
Just like I am with Elly…
“Mr. Alexander, I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Samantha stood up as I walked back towards my office.
“Bad news?” I turned to her immediately. “What’s going on?”
“I got a call from Mr. Jamison’s secretary right after you went into your meeting. He’s under the weather, so he’s not going to be able to join you for dinner.” She grimaced.
“Hmm.” I tilted my head slightly. “Yeah, that’s not good at all. Okay, see if you can reschedule.”
“Will do.” She nodded.
Mr. Jamison was a new client that needed an app to streamline online sales for his distribution company. He was old-school and believed that business should be discussed over dinner and drinks instead of sitting down during business hours. I acquiesced because I knew he owned several more companies, and there was a lot of potential business on the table if we did a good job for him. I hoped that he was really sick, and the cancellation wasn’t because someone else had beat us to the pitch before I even got a chance to deliver it.
Since I didn’t have to meet with Mr. Jamison, my afternoon was free. I planned to spend it going over my notes and getting ready for the meeting. Instead, I spent it reviewing some other reports and making some notes for some of the meetings that I was going to have the following day. I didn’t mind having the evening to myself, but I couldn’t help worrying that a competitor had sweet talked Mr. Jamison into giving them a chance.
I can’t really dwell on it. If he’s already decided to go with someone else, then we’ll just have to move on to the next project.
I stayed at the office a little later than normal, and most of the people who worked for me were gone by the time I walked to my car. It was getting colder, so I made a mental note to get my heavier coat before I left home the next day. The forecast was calling for more snow, and if the temperature was any indication, none of the snow on the ground was going to melt before a fresh layer was laid on top of it. Thankfully, there was enough salt on the road that my drive home was rather peaceful. I barely got through the door when my phone lit up with a message from Elly.
I was just about to message her. Perfect timing.
Elly: I got some good news today.
Ian: Really? What happened?
Elly: My boss really liked the ad-copy I put together, and now I’m going to get to pitch it to the client!
Ian: Wow! That’s awesome! Good job. :)
Elly: I might even get to take over the entire account!
Ian: Even better! We should celebrate!
Elly: I wish we could…
Ian: Are you busy tonight?
Elly: No, but I thought you were…
Ian: My plans got canceled. How about dinner and a movie at your place? I could pick something up on the way.
Elly: Okay! That sounds great!
Ian: Do you like Chinese?
Elly: I try to stay away from it, but I do like Sweet and Sour Chicken…
Ian: I’ll see you soon!
My evening wasn’t going to be completely wasted—spending time with Elly was even better than landing a new client. There was a really nice Chinese place on my way to Elly’s apartment, so I called in my order, and it was ready when I arrived. I decided to stop by the store and pick up a bottle of wine as well. It wouldn’t be much of a celebration without a glass or two. The snow was starting to fall by the time I got on the road to her place, but it didn’t look like it was going to be that bad. I had definitely seen worse. I parked in front of her apartment building, took the elevator to her floor, and lightly knocked on her door once I arrived.
“Hey!” Elly opened the door with a smile on her face.
“Hello yourself.” I smiled and stepped into her apartment.
I barely got a chance to put the food and wine down on the counter before Elly kissed me. I immediately pulled her into a tight embrace and moved my hands down her back as our lips seared together. Spending the evening with her was going to be a lot better than meeting with a client. Feeling her lips against mine made my body surge with desire, and I couldn’t resist running my hands along her curves as the kiss got more passionate. My head was spinning by the time our lips parted, and I had to take a moment to gasp for air.
“I guess you missed me as much as I missed you…” I squeezed her ass and grinned.
“I did.” She nodded.
Elly and I got everything ready to eat and decided that we were going to have dinner in front of the television so we could get started on our movie. We both had to work the next day, so it wasn’t going to be a long night—even if her eyes weren’t filled with the same hesitation I saw the last time we were together. That was partially because she was in such a good mood because of the news she got at work. Once we were seated on the couch, I removed the cork from the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.
“Wow, this is really good.” Elly’s eyebrows shot up when she took her first sip. “I bet that means it was expensive…”
“Don’t worry about that.” I chuckled under my breath and took a sip. “We’re celebrating. You deserve it.”
“Thank you.” She nodded and took another quick sip. “What Christmas movie are you going to make me watch tonight?”
“We don’t have to watch a Christmas movie.” I shook my head back and forth. “You choose.”
“Hmm. A Christmas movie would be okay… What about that Uncle Nick movie? You said it was good, right?” Elly tilted her head inquisitively.
“I believe the word I used was crude.” I laughed. “We can watch it if you want.”
She had the option of picking anything, and she went for a Christmas movie. Maybe she’s actually feeling a little bit of holiday spirit now.
The movie Elly chose was one that I had watched a few years back when popped as a recommendation. I thought it would blend humor with the holidays like Christmas Vacation when I read the description, but it didn’t have the same magic. It was more raunchy than I expected. I would have probably liked it a lot more when I was younger, and since Elly seemed to enjoy that kind of humor based on the jokes she told, I assumed it would be one that she enjoyed. I got the impression that she wouldn’t be offended by the content. We watched several risqué scenes before one finally popped up that got a reaction from her.
“Oh wow, he’s really going for it.” Elly’s eyebrows shot up. “He’s going to try to bang his niece?”
“He is…” I chuckled under my breath. “Technically, she’s his step-niece I suppose, and his brother hasn’t been married to her mother long—not that it makes it okay.”
“She’s obviously hitting on him.” Elly laughed. “I get the feeling that’s only because she wants to keep bumming cigarettes.”
“I’m not going to spoil it.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Oh, and the spiked eggnog. She doesn’t want him to cut her off.” Elly nodded as if she had already figured out the plot.
“I’m pretty sure her mom is the one that would cut her off. Uncle Nick doesn’t seem to have any problem giving an eighteen year old girl cigarettes and booze.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, well I bet Saint Nick is going to bring her a stocking full of coal on Christmas morning.” Elly nudged me. “Or switches…”
“That would be appropriate.” I chuckled under my breath.
Elly wasn’t offended by the movie at all. She seemed to get a kick out of the crude humor, so it was a good choice for the evening. There was plenty of teasing throughout—her hand on my thigh, so dangerously close that she almost found out how much I liked having it there. I returned the favor and slid mine underneath her skirt until I could feel the heat that her excitement was creating. It wasn’t long until we were paying a lot more attention to each other than the movie. I leaned over and kissed her neck, let my lips brush against her earlobe, and slid my hand a little further—until I felt the edge of her panties against my fingertips.
“I like this a lot more than the movie.” She let out a gasp.
“Do you want to turn it off?” I exhaled sharply into her ear. “We could always finish it another time…”
“Yes...” She slid her hand up my thigh. “I can’t really focus on it anyway.”
I pulled Elly into my arms and kissed her. She moved her hand to my cock and started rubbing it through my pants. My fingers traced the edge of her panties, and then I let them brush against her pussy. She let out a loud moan and squirmed—then her hand started moving faster. It felt really good, but I tried not to let my excitement get away from me. Some of the hesitation might have been gone from Elly’s eyes, but I didn’t want to push things further than she was comfortable with. I teased her clit a few times with my finger as we continued to kiss, just to gauge her reaction, and she didn’t pull away.
Maybe she’s ready for more than a kiss—even if we don’t end up in the bedroom…
Chapter Seventeen
Elly
The excitement from the day and getting to spend the evening with Ian after thinking that I wasn’t going to see him again until Wednesday made it really difficult to focus on the movie. I didn’t know if I was quite ready for sex, but I was turned on, and a lot more adventurous than normal. I knew it would be cruel to give Ian the impression that I was interested in more than I was comfortable with, but the desire was coursing through my veins, and I couldn’t help myself. I did want him, even if I was nervous.
“Do you trust me?” Ian leaned back from our kiss.
“Of course.” I nodded quickly.
“Enough to let me keep going?” He brushed his hand against my pussy. “I promise that you’ll still be a virgin when I’m done…”
“Oh god…” A twinge of excitement shot through my veins. “I trust you…”
Ian’s lips found mine again. He ravaged my mouth for several seconds before kissing my neck and working his way up to my ear. The kiss was more forceful—more passionate—and I melted into his arms with a gasp. I didn’t know exactly what he intended to do, but the way he kissed me set my body on fire. It was only a matter of seconds before that fire turned into a raging inferno. I craved his touch—more than his touch—and the nervousness began to fade. I could trust him and give him control of my body if he wasn’t going to push things further than I was comfortable with. I just didn’t know what that meant.
I might need three date nights before this fire goes out if he stops right now.
“Is anything making you uncomfortable right now?” He kissed my neck.
“No, not at all…” I exhaled sharply and tried to keep rubbing his cock through his pants, but I was extremely distracted.
“Don’t worry about that.” He pushed my hand away. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
“What if I don’t want to stop?” I sighed, and a moan escaped my lips as I tried to move my hand back to where it was.
“I’m the one that isn’t going to stop.” He kissed my earlobe.
Ian’s fingers moved to the top of my dress, and he slid the straps off my shoulders. He kissed the spot where the dress straps were and then pushed my bra straps off my shoulders as well. His hands were everywhere—and they felt so good on my skin. His lips pressed against my skin and teased me so much that my whole body simmered with a mixture of fire and excitement. Whatever he had in mind; I didn’t want him to stop. My thoughts were so jumbled that it would have been difficult for me to say the words anyway. The nervousness and hesitation turned into absolute trust for the man that was making my body burn with desire.
Ian pushed my dress down until my bra was completely exposed, and then he started to remove it. I moved my arms to allow it to fall free, and Ian squeezed my breasts with his hands. My nipples turned into hard nubs against his fingers, and I squirmed when they started to get sensitive to his touch. Ian kissed my neck, crushed my lips, and after kissing me so long that I was gasping for air, he pushed me back against the couch. His fingers got tangled in my dress, and he began to pull it off. I lifted up and let him keep going. It joined my bra on the floor beside us, and then Ian slid his hands up my thighs until they were against my panties.
“These are going to have to come off for what I have in mind.” He tangled his fingers around the fabric.
“Okay.” I felt a nervous lump in my throat, but I nodded.
Ian pulled my panties down my thighs and pressed his lips to my abdomen. My skin sizzled underneath his kiss. My panties were so wet that I could see the spot that my lust had created on them when they landed on the floor. I was naked in Ian’s arms, and I wasn’t scared at all. If he had carried me to the bedroom, I wouldn’t have even been able to fight it. The desire was getting stronger by the second. He could have done anything to me that he wanted. I was too turned on, and the anticipation was practically dripping from my breath.
Ian kissed his way down my abdomen, and I felt my pussy aching for his touch. It was no longer a tingle of excitement—it was a need that was even stronger than the ones I had when we got done flirting on the Secret Santa Romance app. Ian put his hands on my thighs; I relaxed my muscles when he began to push them apart. He kissed the tender skin on my inner thigh, moving from the left to the right. Every time his lips touched my skin, it felt like the spot was smoldering—and every kiss got closer to my pussy. I realized what he planned to do, and the excitement surged through my veins. The need got a lot more intense, and when I felt his hot breath on my pussy, I thought I was going to orgasm before he even touched me.
“We don’t have a waterbed, but I’m going to make you float on a cloud tonight.” Ian pressed his lips to my clit and flicked his tongue against the tight bundle of nerves. “All I’m going to do is taste your sweet cherry.”
“Oh god!” I shuddered and moaned.
Ian’s fingers pushed the hood away from my clit, and then he started to caress it with his tongue. His tongue felt a whole lot better than my finger—there was no comparison. It had a level of intensity that I wouldn’t have ever been able to imagine. What I did to myself felt like a tease compared to Ian’s tongue. It was like discovering pleasure for the very first time and having my eyes opened to a whole new world. Ian flicked his tongue against my clit several times, and then he slid down to the entrance of my pussy. His tongue circled it several times, and I felt myself getting wetter. He lingered there long enough to make me squirm and then pushed his tongue inside me. After plunging his tongue into my pussy a half dozen times, he moved back to my clit and started to circle it. I felt my hips jerk and a surge of fire made my entire body burn.
“That feels really good!” I dug my nails into the couch, and my back arched.
My body started to buzz with pleasure as Ian continued to make quick circles around my clit. His tongue was more intoxicating than wine. The pleasure was so intense that I had to let go of the couch because I was afraid I would break one of my nails. My thoughts spun in circles because I was trying to rationalize the bliss—I was trying to find a comparison—but there wasn’t one. I was trapped in something new—something I didn’t understand—and it felt amazing. The inferno blazed inside me, and the excitement sent my senses into overdrive.
The pressure that normally built up inside me right before I orgasmed hit with a different kind of fury. It made the fire burn hotter, and the ache got stronger. It was so powerful that I felt like I was
going to explode before I ever tasted the sweetness of the release that followed. My body couldn’t handle it. I began to squirm, jerk, and slide on the couch. Ian didn’t let me pull away. He squeezed my thighs, forced me to stay in place, and started moving his tongue faster. My muscles got tight, and then they started to shake. The rush of bliss was coming, and it was going to be powerful. I tried to mentally prepare myself, but there was no way that I could focus on anything except for the euphoria my body was experiencing.
“I’m about to come. Oh god, I’m gonna come!” My entire body began to shake.
“I plan to tease you a lot more before you get to come…” Ian’s tongue stopped, and he lifted up. “Consider it payback for those pictures you sent me.”
“No, don’t stop—please.” I felt panic sweep through my veins.
“I have no intention of stopping.” He pressed his lips to my thigh. “I might tease you all night before I let you come.”
“That would be torture…” I exhaled weakly.
Ian made slow, wide circles on the sensitive skin that surrounded my clit. The pressure leveled out, and I came down from the high of impending bliss. He let me linger there for several minutes before he moved his tongue back to my clit and started circling—picking up speed with every rotation. I got close to an orgasm for the second time before he pulled his tongue away. The excitement was still there, and the desire was flooding my thoughts with every emotion possible, but Ian didn’t let me come. All I could do was give up control. He owned my orgasm, and I wasn’t going to have one until he was ready to let me experience it. It was a lot different than what I was used to when I masturbated, but once the overwhelming feeling of lust settled down some, I found it to be the best kind of tease imaginable.
“Maybe this isn’t torture after all…” I felt a smile spread across my face.
It was an amazing feeling—with hints of frustration when Ian brought me close to orgasm for the third and fourth time. My clit seemed to get a little more sensitive each time, and it became a lot easier for him to get me close to the edge. The pressure kept building, but he stifled it before it was allowed to release. After several more orgasms were on the tip of euphoria, my body began to ache. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I could feel the need getting stronger. It wasn’t going to be long before it took one single flick of his tongue to send me into the stratosphere.
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