Chapter 35

Lorali

I guess most people my age would be saddened by the fact that it’s ten on a Saturday night and I’m getting ready to call it a night. Josie and Alexa are heading over to Ampere. They said they just had so much fun last night, but I have a feeling it’s more a reconnaissance mission on Garrett than anything.

Just as I’m about to slide into bed, I hear a knock on the door. Who in the world would be knocking this late? More than likely it’s Josie and since she left with Alexa she didn’t grab her keys. I open the door without looking through the peephole.

“Did Alexa…?” Not Josie. Ian. I gasp and nearly fall over, shocked that he’s here, my body relieved at the same time.

He has a smile on his face like he hasn’t seen me in years.

“Hey gorgeous.” Is he trying to embarrass me? I have on no makeup, my hair is a mess and I’m standing in the open door in a ratty tank top and shorts that are so old I have to roll the top to keep them on my hips.

“Uh... hi.” I know he can tell I’m embarrassed because I can feel how red my cheeks are. “I thought you were out of town?” I step back so he can walk in, closing the door behind us.

“My work in Seattle didn’t take as long as I’d anticipated.” He’s standing awfully close and I’m grateful I’d brushed my teeth right before he got here. “Did you have dinner?”

“Yeah. A Lean Cuisine.” He’s kissing down my neck.

“Dessert?” He whispers in my ear before clamping his teeth on the lobe. My pussy drenches instantly and all I can manage is a shake of my head. I can feel him smile against my neck. “Me either and I’m starving!” His lips are now on mine, his tongue battling with mine. My hands are on the back of his neck pulling him into me. “Roommates?” He mutters through our kiss.

“Not here,” I say only removing my mouth from his to answer. His hands glide over my ass cheeks. I groan into his mouth and press my breasts against his muscled chest. I break the kiss. “They’ll be home eventually, though. We need to take it to my room.”

“Don’t like an audience?” He reaches in to kiss me again.

“I’m not sharing the sight of this glorious body with anyone!” I reach down and squeeze his hard ass.

He laughs, leans in and takes my mouth again. “As you wish.” He grips my ass and lifts me, my legs wrap around his waist and I almost melt at the contact of his thick erection against my drenched center.

We’re all hands and mouths by the time we make it to my room and close the door. Ian walks to my bed with me still wrapped around him. He leans over and lays me across it, his outstretched hand catching our weight.

“How sore are you?” I can see concern etched on his face as he pulls away from my mouth. It stirs something inside of me. Hope?

I shake my head. “Not at all. I took a long bubble bath. Soothed all of the soreness away. It’s like you were never there.”

“I think I can remedy that!” He stands up and tugs me to the edge of the bed. He closes my thighs and hastily removes my shorts, and I can hear a grunt of approval when he sees that I’m sans panties. Bending over, he lightly kisses my stomach just above the apex of my thighs. I squirm more to get him lower with his hot mouth than to try to get away. He licks into my belly button, slowly raising my tank top as he makes his way north. Wrong way! I want to shout, but this is his show, and the ending is always good, no matter what the middle contains.

His hot, tantalizing lips make their way to my hardened nipple. A moan is out of my mouth the second he takes the tiny bud between his lips; his tongue darting out, flicking it. My body arches into his mouth, begging for more, searching for release. He releases one nipple only to turn his head and provide the same torturous stimulation to the other.

“Please!” My eyes are squeezed tight, and my body is wound so tight I may fracture at any moment.

“Please?” He taunts. “You don’t have to beg, baby. You know I’ll take care of you.”

I whimper again as he kisses the pulse point on my neck and his pants covered cock presses right into my throbbing clit. He strokes against my folds repeatedly; my desperation for release has me shifting my hips in an attempt to increase the pressure.

“Please, Ian. No more torture. I need you!” I’m panting, and he knows how badly my body is aching for him. I’ve no idea how he maintains this level of control.

“Need is such a strong word, Lorali.” He grins down at me.

That’s it! I place my hands on his chest and shove him off of me with all my strength. I’m surprised he actually moves away, but him doing that brings another level of safety and trust I have for him.

Before I can even register the look of shock on his face or the curse from his lips, my hands are at the bottom of his shirt, and ripping it over his head.

“Shut the fuck up, Ian!” I mimic his words from the club the other night. He only grins at me, now bare-chested, his hands down by his sides. A look of Do your worst is in his eyes. Challenge accepted, Mr. Hale, mine say back to him.

I’m working the buckle loose on his Italian leather belt when I see him reach into his pocket and pull a strip of condoms out. He tosses them on the bed and resumes his stance of faux submission; his only other movement is the shifting from foot to foot for him to kick his shoes off.

I bite his abs and follow his pants and boxer briefs to the floor once I get him unbuttoned and unzipped. The minute my mouth is within reach I’m sucking his cock, taking long, aggressive pulls from the base of his thick cock all the way to the tip. I’m just short of choking myself.

“Fuck! Lorali! Yes!” His hand on the back of my head is nowhere near as gentle as it was in the shower yesterday. He greedily pushes himself further into my mouth until he’s as far down my throat as humanly possible. Silly man, don’t you know the woman holds the power in a blowjob! I swallow twice, my throat closing around the head of his cock. His whole body convulses, and I use this moment to pull back and let him fall from my lips.

I stand and he reaches for my face and I know he has the urge to kiss me, a reward so to speak for the pleasure I gave him, but I’m having none of that! I spin him around and shove him down on the bed. His eyes are still glazed over as I push on him, indicating I want him sitting up at the top of my bed, back against the headboard. The smug look from earlier is nowhere to be found.

I crawl up his body, running my nose and hot breath from his knee to his groin, merely stopping by his cock for a quick lick. I trace his muscles with my tongue, paying special attention to his tatted nipple. This nipple is my favorite. His breathing is shallow; his heavily lidded eyes seem to have lost focus. I grab a condom from beside him and open it with my teeth, spitting the torn section to the floor. A sharp intake of air whistles through his teeth when I lean back and sheath his hot cock with the condom.

Leaning back on my heels, I run my hand from my breast, over my stomach, to my mound. He watches intently as I dip two fingers inside myself. I can’t help the noise that comes from my throat. Pulling my soaked fingers away, he watches silently as I spread my wetness over his cock. Once satisfied it’s wet enough I slide my fingers past his lips onto his tongue; he licks them clean. The feel of his scorching hot tongue licking my fingers make my pussy clench and for a second I almost climb him and sit on his face. Regaining what little control I’m barely grasping, I rock up on my knees and line his erection up with my slit.

In one fluid motion and an attempt to prove my power over him, I slam down and take him to the root. Bad idea!!

He’s too big, too much to force into my body like this! Now I understand why he works me up to it! He’s making sure I’m ready for his invasion.

“Fuck! Lorali!” I can feel his hands trembling on my thighs.

My eyes are squeezed tight, and I don’t move, doing my best to will my body to open up and allow me to take him fully. Ian wraps his strong arms around my back and pulls me to his mouth. His tongue licking into mine as I pant and try to regain control.

“Did you break her?” He murmurs with a smile against my lips. I can’t even respond. He nips at my chin, stroking my back, holding my stock still, static on his pulsing dick.

I finally open my eyes to find him staring at me, evaluating the situation. “Trust me?” He flicks his tongue out and licks my bottom lip.

I nod my head before I can even contemplate the actual question. His hands glide down my back and grip my ass cheeks. He lifts me several inches from the base of his cock; the relief is immediate. Using his arm strength, he gently lowers and raises my body along his shaft. The feeling is blissful causing me to roll my eyes to the back of my head, my body easing and releasing tension that was built up in my muscles from the impaling incident moments before.

“Stay with me, Lorali.” His voice is soft and sensual. The best I can do is half open my eyes and I’m granted a slight reprieve when he leans in and takes my mouth with his. The kiss is just as slow as the rocking of my hips.

My body begins to take over, my legs allowing for more weight. He removes his hands from under me, giving me full reign over the situation. I use this opportunity to increase the pace. Seconds is all it takes before I can feel the flutters of an orgasm creeping down my spine. My inner walls spasm and he knows it’s coming. He reaches up and grabs my face with both his hands, his forehead resting against mine, his exhale becoming my inhale. “Wait for me, Lorali.”

“I…I can’t!” I slow my movements in an attempt to stave off the impending explosion.

“Don’t slow down! Make me come while you’re riding my cock! Make yourself come! God! Lorali!” His desperation causes me to increase my tempo; I put all of my focus on him and before I know it I’m taking him to the root again, only this time my body has adjusted and is begging for even more.

“Ian! I’m coming!” My pussy’s vice-like grip clinging to him, gripping him in waves, sets off his own release. In one fluid movement his hands are behind me clutching me to his chest; his hips are flexing while he pistons in and out of me making sure to drain us both.

He releases me, his arms falling to his sides, exhausted. His breathing is far from normal. I can’t even move. I just lay on his chest willing my eyesight to return to normal, the orgasm having left behind starbursts of light in my vision. The beat of his heart steady and rapid against my ear.

“You and that sweet cunt of yours are trying to kill me.” I grin against his chest, still incapable of speech. “No better way to die.”