Chapter 16
Kate
I couldn’t believe it. He was kissing me. Kissing me! When I’d come over, a kiss was the last thing I expected. I’d been planning on telling him off, and I’d succeeded at that. But somehow the tone had changed, and we were flirting, and now, my lips were moving against his.
My reaction surprised me even more than the kiss did.
I felt a heat like no other begin to course and rage through me. We pulled apart and looked at each other. He was breathing heavily; he was flustered. His hair was a mess. He’d never looked sexier.
I smiled as I leaned in again. This kiss grew even more heated than the last, because our hands were even more adventurous. My hair tumbled down my shoulders, and he ran his fingers through it, and then gripped me to him. I groaned with need. He was moving against me, making love to me — without even bothering to remove my clothes.
We were both moaning, raging with an intensity that I’d never known before.
“Tell me to stop,” he gasped through his ragged breaths. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t dare. I knew what was about to happen, and I wanted it just as much as he did. I’d thought about doing this for much too long; I wasn’t going to deny myself.
In response, I grabbed his face with my hands and pulled him to me once more. As soon as our lips met, I felt myself melt completely into him.
My hands trailed behind his neck and locked, pulling him even closer. Then I pushed against him. At first he resisted, but then he grew more pliant. I maneuvered us over to the wall and shoved him against it.
I felt him smile against my lips, just before a moan escaped his.
He broke the kiss, his lips moist. His eyes searched mine, a question in them. It was like he was scared of how into it he was getting. I knew exactly how he felt, I felt it too. It was terrifying knowing what this man could do to me.
I could see him faintly in the dim light of his penthouse, and what I saw was nothing short of absolute beauty. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. Even though I’d been pissed off at him just a few minutes before, I was now turning that anger into a different kind of passion.
His gorgeous brown eyes trailed lower until they fell on my collarbone, then lower. I felt a blush creep to my cheeks. I could only hope that he hadn’t noticed it through the darkness. But damn, to have his eyes so fixated on me felt surreal.
It was something incredibly new, incredibly intoxicating.
His eyes drifted further down, all the way to the valley between my breasts, which were covered by my V-neck sweater. I watched as he bit his lips. It was like he was imagining what I looked like underneath my clothes. I could only wonder what it was exactly that he was thinking about, what images were playing in his mind.
He leaned in and kissed the nape of my neck, and then my collarbone, and then he kissed and licked all the way to my clothed breasts. He pushed away fabric and suckled gently at my flesh. I was on fire.
I pressed myself against him and felt him growing harder in his pants.
His fingers skimmed down my torso and hips until they crossed my clothed thighs, where I couldn’t help but let out a light moan as his fingers brushed over me.
Our lips slammed into one another’s once again, our tongues instantly meeting, dancing, dueling even. He grabbed my waist roughly, and picked me up, our mouths still intertwined. At the sudden motion of being carried, I squealed in surprise right into his mouth. I felt him smile, cockily, against my lips. He moved me up his body so that my legs were wrapped around his waist and placed me down on the arm of his couch.
His hands gripped tightly at my hips, and then he palmed and squeezed my ass. It felt amazing, and chill after chill rolled down my spine.
Our lips broke apart once again, and once again we looked at one another, completely breathless. I could feel my body lurch instinctively, grinding against him as he held me.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped through gritted teeth.
Our fingers laced together as his lips moved down my neck, stopping at my collarbone.
He bit, he sucked. I moaned and writhed against him.
He sucked roughly and nipped at my shoulder, and immediately I felt all the frustrations of the day start to melt away. I whimpered more and more with everything he did. I was at his mercy, feeling the pleasure consume me. As he sucked, I knew that there’d be a purple mark on that spot the next day, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The downward trail of his tongue made me feel like I was floating. Like his strong, muscular hands and arms weren’t there to hold me up — like the couch arm below me didn’t exist — and my legs weren’t wrapped strategically around his waist.
None of that mattered. All that mattered was us. I was completely lost in a lustful, pleasurable haze. So lost that I felt the rush of an animalistic frenzy come on, and all I wanted — more than anything — was to have him, and to be as close to him as possible, wrapped up in him as he was wrapped up in me.
He trailed his tongue down, until it made its way down to the dip of my sweater, right between my breasts. I could do nothing but mewl as a long lick of his tongue swirled in the crevice of my cleavage. My hips moved, almost instinctively, bucking against his growing erection.
I could feel my own arousal between my legs, and I knew that I was ready for him. Hell, I wasn’t sure I could wait until he took my clothes off.
“Kate,” he said, and it was the tone of someone in complete desperation. He, too, must have felt that need — that sudden and incredible need.
His lips caught my hardened nipples, even through my clothes. I could feel the garment grow wet, and heat form around me. It traveled all the way down my spine.
He bit and sucked and nipped, causing me to drop my head and suck in a deep breath.
“Yes,” I moaned. I was almost embarrassed by the noises I was making. I felt a hot blush form on my cheeks.
It seemed like my encouragement was all he needed, though. That one simple word seemed to evoke some sort of wild, instinctive urge inside of him.
He let out a throaty groan, masculine and desperate, and used his free hand to tug at my pants. It didn’t take much, a small snap at the button and a small tug and they were off. Sucking in a breath, he gazed at me and I saw a glimmer of something possessive and desperate flash in his eyes.
His expression made me even hotter. To feel as wanted as I did was a powerful aphrodisiac. It was something that I’d never thought I would feel — or see someone feel for me — but now that I was witnessing it, it was amazing.
He pulled my panties to the side, not bothering to take them off. I watched, completely enthralled in the moment as he pulled his own pants down just enough so that his erection could spring free. I breathed heavily, wanting him to just come here, to stop messing with clothes and come over to me.
The need was great and gnawing. I needed him. He needed me. Right then. Right there. Clothes or no clothes. Keeping our clothes on was just much, much quicker, and that would work just fine for me.
As if he’d somehow sensed what I was thinking, he yanked me up, his strong, rippling arms scooping me up as if I weighed nothing. He pulled me up above him so that we aligned perfectly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and groaned out at the contact of bare skin against bare skin. It was something I’d never felt with him, and it was incredible, intoxicating, and freeing.
This was the moment of magic, the miracle. It was everything I’d hoped it would be.
He carried me with him until his back was against the wall again, his heat electrifying me to my core. It jolted me into another dimension, as if I was transported somewhere else. We now existed somewhere where no other worries existed. There was just this — us — and the amazing heated feeling of our bodies connecting.
When his mouth latched onto my breast again, I threw back my head in pleasure.
I snaked my hand between our bodies and gripped lightly around his member, and his head threw back in equal pleasure. I smiled against his mouth, and pumped my fist up and down, slowly at first, increasing speed as he groaned against my neck.
His body jerked—but not away from my touch — toward it.
“Oh. My…God….” he breathed. “Keep going. Please, Kate. Please.”
I loved that he was begging, that he wanted me that badly. Hell, I loved that I wanted him so badly.
Our lips collided again, each of our mouths hungry for the others.
He replaced my hand with his and guided himself into me, stretching me and filling me up. I sighed with release.
Moans escaped our mouths.
He held me up as he leaned firmly against the wall. He gripped my ass as I rode him up and down, over his body. Hips grinding against hips. Nails digging into flesh. Kissing. Panting.
The rush, the need, the desire. It was all fast and extremely desperate.
He gripped my hips, his fingertips digging into flesh, and pushed himself fully within me. I groaned with a relief I hadn’t quite known before, as I felt his heat and length, fill me completely.
“Yes,” I gasped. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful of locks with every movement, and then slid my hands down to desperately claw at his chest and back.
He made noise after noise. I was doing the same. I squeaked out in nothing but pure ecstasy as he slipped inside, all the way to the hilt, thrust after thrust. His strength, lifting me up as he remained flat against the wall, astounded me.
His hands palmed and massaged my ass with every stroke and I felt my body clench tighter and tighter with every movement. His biceps pressed firmly against my body as he held me tightly.
My head dropped down to his shoulder, and I didn’t even realize what it was that I was doing until I was unbuttoning his shirt and moving his collar away to bite his neck. My teeth sank deep as I felt myself tremble in his arms, his nails digging into the flesh of my ass.
I felt a fire build up deep inside of me. He was grunting, growling, his eyes closed tightly. I could tell that he was closing in on something incredibly powerful. He was getting close to pure and utter bliss. I knew because I was feeling the same way. I knew because he felt so damn good — and I could only hope that I did as well.
I watched him as he turned a bright pink — flushed and heated — and it was all for me. I felt a release, an extreme pleasure as if my entire body was consumed with lust and joy.
I screamed, rippling around him. He kissed me tenderly and moved us back over to the couch. It was crazy how much energy he had. I wasn’t doing any lifting at all, and I was almost completely exhausted. The only thing that was keeping me going was the complete and utter desire I felt for him.
He walked us to the oversized chaise, and he was still thick within me. I couldn’t help but breathe out in excitement as I watched his chest and biceps flex as we moved.
I wrapped my arms around his neck even tighter as he lifted me up just enough to pull himself out. I wanted to protest, but I knew we’d come together once again after we got situated. So instead, I merely got up on my knees and kissed him as he sat on the couch.
His hands snaked up my back, massaging me as they went, and I was once again reminded how many clothes we still had on.
I couldn’t even see his body well, as he journeyed over mine. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough for me to see his chest, and I could see his large, rounded biceps through the fabric — but that was all I saw of him. I craved more, but I was in so much need for him, that I didn’t even want to begin to bother taking anything else off.
I needed another release. I craved it.
“I hate your sweater,” he whispered in between kisses.
“I hate all of these clothes,” I whispered back. “Mine and yours.”
I let out a breathy sigh as he moved his pants further down and moved my panties to the other side. I knew what was coming. And by God, it couldn’t come quickly enough.
I whimpered when he teased the area where my thigh meets my womanhood. I wanted him to hurry. I wanted him to keep going — to finish what we’d started.
He ran his fingers down the length of the wet cotton between my legs and I couldn’t help but jerk my hips up to reach his delicate, teasing strokes. He smirked, devilishly, from what I could see from the one light barely shining throughout the room.
His fingers laced, purposely, around the material of my panties, playing with it.
“Please, Ian,” I found myself begging. I never begged, but it was torturous — there were too many feelings, too many pleasurable feelings.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he moved to position himself between my legs once again.
And in one instant, he entered me.
It was only a matter of moments until we were moving in time with one another once again. The perfect rhythm to elicit perfect responses, perfect whimpers, perfect sighs and oh-so-perfect moans.
I was floating again.
He nuzzled my neck, kissing as he did, until he slowed his pace to an excruciatingly teasing one.
“Ian,” I begged again, almost in a whisper.
But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even act like he heard me. Instead, he just continued. Slow. Short. Delayed thrusts. Over and over again.
I was getting frustrated.
“Ian!” I yelled, and I felt him smile at my neck just before he bit it roughly. Then, as if I’d said some sort of magic word, the pace increased and what had been slow, short, and delayed thrusts became long, deep, hard ones.
I felt like I was going to explode.
My breaths became shallow, as did his. My body twitched in delight at all the sensations, and I could feel my nipples tighten.
He moaned and bucked against me wildly, so wildly that he was becoming sloppy… I knew that it was all about to culminate in the biggest and most euphoric experience I’d ever been a part of. I felt myself reach that point where I was about to come again, and this time it would be even stronger.
“Oh my god, Ian!” I screamed out, loudly, in between panting breaths. Before I knew it, I was convulsing around him, feeling freer than I ever had before. Which was ironic, really. He was pinning me down into the softness of the couch. I had nowhere I could escape to; I was trapped between him and a mound of fabric and cushioning.
I felt my back shift a few inches as he leaned down even more against me, his head falling to my shoulder. His breath puffed against my ear. It was hard and ragged and full of quiet moans. And then, I felt my entire body tighten once again. Waves crashed into me from every direction, originating between my legs. I was on fire, jolting and writhing with pleasure. “Yes!” I screamed.
With one final thrust, I knew it was all over for him as well. “Kate,” he groaned. “Kate, my beautiful Kate.”
I felt the weight of his body crash into my chest as he fell on top of me, completely spent. But I didn’t mind, in fact, I felt strangely empty when he moved off to curl beside me. But then he wrapped his arms around my waist. I turned to him and smiled, tucking my arm on the inside of his shirt and around his hips. We pulled and tugged at the other, and I marveled at the fact that we were still almost completely clothed.
“Maybe next time we can do it without our clothes on,” he laughed, mimicking my thoughts exactly.
“Who says there’s going to be a next time?” I breathed. Although I was just kidding, I realized that we still hadn’t talked about anything—we still didn’t know how this was all going to work.
Not only did he and my father have a professional rivalry, but there was obviously a clear-cut history between our dads as well. Not to mention I was west coast bound in only a few months.
“I really like you,” Ian whispered as he kissed my shoulder softly. I cuddled closer into his embrace. It was probably the most bliss that I’d ever experienced.
“I like you too,” I whispered back.