Chapter 28

Lorali

“May I have a word with you, Ms. Bennett?” Back to formalities I see. I try to get a read on his mood before I nod at Alexa, who’s looking at me with question in her eyes. The fury that was in his eyes earlier seems to have been replaced with disappointment.

“I’ll be fine,” I tell her. “I’ll be back to the table in a bit.”

She nods her head again and walks around the corner out of sight. I stand there looking at him. Although I have an urge to apologize, I know that I’ve done nothing wrong.

“You didn’t try very hard, Lorali.” He’s made no point to close the distance between us and neither have I. We both stand, looking at each other.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about and even less of a clue as to what caused that childish outburst out there on the dance floor. Why don’t you enlighten me so I can leave.” I hold my head a little higher, indignant to his attitude and misplaced ire.

“I told you no trolling for men, and you take two seconds before you’re rubbing your ass on my cock, having no fucking clue that it was me behind you!” His anger is making a rather quick return.

I can’t help but laugh at him.

“What’s so fucking funny!” Yep. Anger. Front and center.

I make a step towards him; he takes a step back, slamming into the wall. Talk about a role reversal from the last time we found ourselves in a dark hallway.

“If you think for even half a second that I didn’t know it was you behind me you’re quite mistaken.” I train my focus for a second on his lips before looking back into his eyes. “You spent the better part of two hours behind my back last night seducing me.” I lean in and softly kiss his lips. Pulling away only a fraction, I whisper against his lips, “My body knew it was you before my brain did. My nose recognized your scent, my hands, familiar with the feel of your hair, my ass and back already accustomed to the shape of your hard cock against them.”

His breathing has increased and I can feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest. I take another step in, closing the last few inches that separated us. I can feel his impressive length against my stomach. I look into his eyes and notice the anger has melted away and nothing but desire and passion are left in them.

“Really?” It sounds more like a plea than a question.

“Yes, Ian.” I reach up and kiss him again. “I could never forget how your hands feel on me,” another kiss, “in me.” Another kiss.

He growls, twisting me around, one arm around my back, the other behind my head, preventing it from crashing against the wall as he forcefully pushes me into it. Less than a nanosecond passes before his lips are crushed against mine, the bruising feeling welcome this time.

Our kiss is fevered. It’s too much and not enough. Passionate and aggressive. My heart may give out from the strain it’s under. His lips leave mine to trail down my neck, leaving stinging sensations from the nips he’s taking with his teeth. My arms are around his back, holding him against me. My nipples are diamond hard and pressing against his muscular body.

His hand moves from my back down to yank my thigh up high on his hip increasing the pressure of our bodies against each other and lining up his cock against my drenched core. My short dress has inched up my thighs, decreasing the layers of clothing that separates us by one.

I moan at the contact. He shifts his hips, increasing the friction against my clit. He runs his hand from the back of my head, along my neck, and he settles it on my breast. I arch my chest into his open hand, willing him to give me more. He pinches my hardened bud eliciting another moan that he catches with his mouth. I’m seconds away from coming.

He pulls his mouth away and through panting breath says, “I need to be inside of you.”

“Need is a very strong…”

“Shut the fuck up, Lorali!” He growls, both hands reaching down and gripping my hips. He easily lifts me with his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My core clenches greedily at his command. Our kiss more heated than the last. He turns and walks with me to the darkened end of the hallway. Just as we reach the end of the hall, my back is pressed briefly against a door, his right hand retreating from its grip on my ass.

I hear a faint beeping noise and the door is pushed open. His lips are back on mine, hand returning to my ass before the door closes with a light click behind him. Ian walks us deftly across the room. He settles me on a cold wooden surface never breaking our kiss.

My hands reach between us and I grab for the bottom of his fitted t-shirt. I tug it up over his stomach but I’m required to leave it there as Ian makes no move to break his mouth’s contact with my body. My hands continue their exploration of his heated body. My fingers trace every curve and dip of his muscular form, doing their best to commit each contour to memory.

I can feel Ian working the knot out of what’s holding my dress up at my neck and within seconds the fabric is pooled around my waist; the fashion tape easily giving way under the weight of the fabric allowing it to pull away from my sweaty body.

He breaks contact with my body long enough to move from my mouth to my breast; his mouth sucking on my pebbled nipple while his hand kneads around it. My head lolls on my shoulders. I place my hands beside my hips in an attempt to keep me from swaying backwards; my left hand knocking something over, it smashes to the ground breaking our reverie.

His mouth pulls from my nipple with a loud popping noise as the suction is broken, we both look down at the floor, pens and other writing utensils are scattered everywhere.

I cut my eyes to his and grin. “Oops!” A giggle escapes my lips.

He’s undeterred and his eyes have glazed over. He’s standing before me, breathing rapidly, causing his chest to heave up and down. He places his hand on my chest and pushes gently, forcing me to lie back on the desk. Not wanting to miss anything I lean up on my elbows.

He backs away from in between my thighs; his hands shifting my dress upwards and off of my legs until my entire dress is around my waist. His strong hands glide up my thighs causing an uncontrolled shiver to wrack my body. He takes a look down for a mere second before he drops to his knees before me.

His hand pulls my soaked underwear to the side and his hot mouth hits my aching pussy, the synchronicity of his movements leaving me utterly destroyed. My back arches and my arms no longer have the strength to hold my body weight. I’m laid out fully while Ian, with expert precision, assaults me with his mouth. His tongue runs aggressively over me from top to bottom before settling on my clit. My body is seconds from release when he slips two long, thick fingers inside me. The moan that leaves my lips unbidden causes him to stroke me harder.

“You’re so fucking tight, Lorali! I can’t wait until you’re clenching my cock with this hot, little cunt!” He lowers his mouth back down on me, continuing the exquisite violation of my body.

“Oh god! Ian!” I scream as my orgasm strikes and the walls of my core are convulsing around his fingers. He pulls them out too soon and I scream, overwhelmed with the loss. Suddenly his mouth has replaced his fingers and his tongue is inside me, my greedy body pulsing at the shallow invasion. He licks and sucks on me until all aftershocks have diminished.

“I love the sound of my name on your lips when you come, Lorali. Let’s see if I can hear it again.”

Ian rises to a standing position; sated I look at him through barely open eyes and smile. He leans forward and kisses me, the taste of me on his lips serving as a powerful aphrodisiac. I can feel his body moving, and I hear the tale-tell sound of a wrapper being ripped. Ian pulls from our kiss. I groan and try to pull him back to me.

“Patience, baby.” He stands, and I watch him roll a condom down his magnificent length. “I’m so sorry.”

I look at him bewildered. Sorry?

“This is going to be hard and fast. I’ll make it up to you, but I’m passed the point of control.” He slams into me without warning.

“Ahhh!” I gasp at the massive invasion into my center. He pulls out slowly and slams into me again with equal force.

“You ok?” he asks as he leans over and looks me in the eye. I nod, still unsure. Satisfied with my answer he begins moving his hips rapidly, pumping in and out of me, never breaking eye contact. His mouth hangs open, harsh pants escaping his lips.

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 a 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.