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“End of the hall,” I pant, barely able to form words. His tongue darts out and flicks over my sensitive nipple, making me arch and gasp. The bastard just grins and marches forward, carrying me like I weigh nothing.
Ian kicks my bedroom door open and practically tosses me down on the bed. In an instant, we’re both stripping, not even able to pause long enough to enjoy the show the other one’s putting on. But he’s helped me get a head start, so I’m naked before he is and I have a chance to just marvel at him for a minute. The man is practically chiseled from marble, sculpted defined muscles from head to toe, tattoos in varying stages of aging decorating his warm tan skin. But the thing about Ian that makes my heart stop and my breath catch is the way he looks at me.
He’s standing at the foot of my bed and he looks frozen, just looking down at me with this dark, hungry look in his eyes that makes every nerve ending in my body tingle.
“Are you going to just stand there staring, or are you going to come over here and show me what you’ve been thinking about for so long?” I ask, grinning as I scoot back on the bed far enough to reach into my nightstand table. I never really thought I’d need the couple of condoms I’ve got stored in there, but I like to be prepared. That’s certainly paying off tonight.
Ian snaps out of it at my challenge and moves onto the bed with me, his weight making the mattress sink as his hands work their way up my legs. His fingers dance up the insides of my thighs before sliding around to my hips and up my sides. I think for a moment that I should be embarrassed about being so bare and exposed before him, but Ian doesn’t make me feel that way. The way Ian looks at me, I don’t think I could ever be ashamed of my body with him.
He leans over me and kisses one thigh, then the other, his rough stubble scraping up the sensitive skin there as he plants a kiss on my hip, then next to my belly button.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a tease?” I groan, once he skips over the place I so desperately want him for a second time.
He grins up at me from between my legs and without answering, his head dips down and his lips latch around my clit and my whole body bucks off the bed at the sudden jolt.
“Maybe I just like the way you squirm when you’re desperate,” he says, spreading my lips before assaulting me with his tongue again.
Everything goes white for a moment. There are stars in front of my eyes and delicious waves of pleasure rolling through my veins, and all I can focus on is the feeling of Ian’s mouth on me, his tongue lapping at my clit, my toes curling harder with every pass.
“Fuck, Ian, that feels so good.”
He keeps one hand on my hip, holding me in place as his other goes between my legs, one finger slipping inside of me without resistance. I’m so wet right now I’m pretty sure I could take him without any foreplay at all, but dear God does it feel good to have him touch me like this.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted this as much as I do,” he teases, adding a second finger and curling them forward. He knows the spots to make me moan intrinsically, but he also—frustratingly—knows how far he can push me. He gets me right to the edge, until I’m gasping and panting and squirming and he just keeps me there, his fingers stroking my insides slowly, his tongue drawing lazy circles over my clit until my thighs are shaking.
“Please,” I whine, gripping his hair in my fingers, holding his head between my legs.
Ian lets out a growl that rumbles through my pussy, and sucks my clit the same time he pushes a third finger inside of me. All at once the world shatters into lights and stars and far off in the distance I can hear someone moaning over and over again. At some point, I realize that someone is me, begging him not to stop.
“Trust me, I don’t intend to,” he says, pulling himself up over me, kissing me long and hard. I can taste myself on his lips and I know I should balk. I know it’s not the sort of thing a good girl should be into, but it’s so sexy and has me so unbelievably turned on that I’m already reaching for his hot length and stroking it as we kiss.
Ian groans and breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, almost frozen like he’s trying to steel his resolve.
“As good as your hand feels, Chelsea, I’d much rather come inside you.”
There’s nothing I can even say to that. I just mutely nod, a whimper coming out of me as his fingers dance over my clit while I fumble for the condom I set aside.
He slides the condom down his cock and it’s the first time I really notice how big he is. It almost seems like there’s no way he’s going to fit inside me, no matter how wet I am, but this isn’t the time to worry about logistics. I need him and I need him now. The tip of his dick runs up and down the length of my slit, sliding over my clit and making my body ache for more.
“Don’t tease me,” I beg, not even ashamed of the desperation in my voice.
He leans down for another kiss, this one slow and deep, taking his time as his hips move forward and I feel him start to slip inside. I cling to him for dear life, my nails already digging into his shoulders as he moves in inch by maddening inch.
And then, with a sigh it feels like we were both holding, he’s hilted all the way inside of me and he just stays there for a minute, taking in short measured breaths.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, kissing me again.
“You too,” I whisper, hooking my legs around his waist. “But I need more.”
It doesn’t take anything else from me. Ian draws his hips back until he’s barely inside of me at all and then he thrusts all the way in with one stroke, making me cry out. And from there, he’s fucking me the way I’ve fantasized about. Hard and fast, desperate and animalistic. His callused fingers grip my hips so tight I might have bruises from his fingerprints tomorrow, but I don’t fucking care because Ian filling me is the only thing that matters right now.
“Fuck, Chelsea, I’m not going to last long,” he grunts between gritted teeth. I can see the strain in his face, how much it’s taking him to keep his control and just knowing that I’m the one making him nearly lose it is the sexiest damn thing in the world.
“Don’t hold back,” I plead, my muscles clenching and rippling around him. Already my vision’s going dim and fuzzy around the edges. Already the stars are appearing every time he buries his cock inside of me. Already, I’m struggling to catch my breath and I
know I’m so close.
“Oh God, Ian,” I moan, tossing my head back as he takes one of my nipples between his teeth.
