Chapter Five
Stacia
Even with the Ian’s chauffeur driving us to my apartment, shortening what would’ve been a fifteen minute walk to a less than five minute car ride, it still took too much time to get back to my place. I mean, if the way in which Ian’s greedy hands were tugging and pulling at the pantsuit I wore was any indication.
“Open the door,” he growled in my ear just before biting down on my earlobe, causing me to shiver so badly the key in my hand wobbled, missing the keyhole. We were just outside of my second floor apartment and I had barely broken free of Ian’s lips long enough to find my keys at the bottom of my clutch purse. Now, his massive hands that were tightly holding onto either side of my waist were wreaking just as much havoc as his lips had been on my equilibrium.
“Give me,” he ordered, not waiting to pull the key from my hand. How he was able to find the keyhole on his first try with his head still firmly buried into the side of my neck, I’ll never know. And when he pushed both of our bodies through my apartment’s door, shutting it and pressing my back against the door, I didn’t care either.
Ian left a trail of kisses up the column of my neck to my lips, once again taking possession of them as if he were staking his claim. My arms went up, wrapping comfortably around his neck, tugging him even closer to me. My body started to feel as if it were on fire. I pulled back from Ian’s hungry mouth, needing to breathe. Again his head dipped, going to my neck.
“Where’s your bedroom?” It was a question but came out as more of a command. My nipples instantly pebbled at the sound.
“Down the hall to the left.” All remaining air escaped my lungs when Ian scooped me up and carried me in the direction of my bedroom. He practically kicked the door open, and in three steps I was being lowered to my feet right next to my bed.
Ian took a step back, bending toward the nightstand and flicking the switch on the pearl white lamp that stood on it, giving us enough light to clearly see one another. A second later, Ian’s hands were at my shoulders, pushing the sides of the coat and suit jacket I still wore down the length of my arms. I shivered when both coverings fell to the floor, and Ian’s gaze lingered on my bare shoulders and arms. He took a step back, raising his gaze to my face. My stomach muscles tightened when he dragged his tongue along his lower lip. I suddenly wanted nothing more than to feel that same tongue on my body.
Lifting my hands, I began unbuttoning the vest and top that I’d worn with the suit, letting both of them fall to the ground as well. As soon as I was topless—save for my strapless bra—Ian’s hands were on me, tugging me to his body by my waist.
“I’ve wanted to know what was underneath those clothes since the first time I saw you,” he stated harshly against my lips.
Inhaling sharply, I pulled my head back. “You were an ass the first time you saw me.”
His lips did the oddest thing at my comment … they turned upward into what could possibly be mistaken for a genuine smile. No. Not a mistake, it actually was a real smile from Ian Zerlinger. I found the pointer finger of my left hand reaching to outline that smile.
“What are you doing?” he asked, staring down at my finger.
“Memorizing your smile for the future.”
He angled his head, forehead wrinkling. “The future …” He let the words slip from those beautiful pink lips of his as if hearing them for the first time.
“When all this is over and you no longer need me to be your sta—” My words were pushed back down my throat as his mouth collided with mine. The kiss wasn’t tender or gentle. It was all-consuming.
I moaned into his mouth, lifting my head to give him better access. Hell, to give us both better access to what we wanted. Moments later, I felt myself being walked backwards, until the back of my legs hit the side of my bed.
“Let’s get the rest of these clothes out of the way.”
I sighed in relief at Ian’s words. Nothing sounded better at that moment, than completely doing away with both of our clothing. His strong, capable fingers reached around behind me and quickly undid the clasp that held my lace bra together. My breasts spilled out of the bra, nipples aching painfully with arousal. For some reason I was surprised when Ian lowered his head and circled his mouth around one of my nipples. I guess I’d assumed he’d be more of a selfish lover. But when he ran his teeth over my sensitized nipple, then licked the same spot with his tongue to soothe the ache, I knew my assumptions had been inaccurate.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
I complied, delightfully, and waited for him to undress. My mouth watered as, piece by piece, Ian revealed his well-sculpted body, likely due to hours in the gym. His flat abdomen rippled with each move he made, but they were also peppered with the same dark hair that lined his jaw. I reached up and ran my hands through the fine hairs covering his abs. I always loved hair on men. Call me strange.
Once he was stripped down to dark boxer briefs, Ian climbed onto my bed, placing himself in between my upturned knees.
“These are in the way,” he stated while reaching for the button and zipper clasp of my pants. Before I knew it, he was sliding my pants up my thighs and then down my calf muscles, effectively removing them, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties.
Ian’s gaze dipped to my core then back up to my face. “Do you have protection?”
“Nightstand. Top drawer,” I quickly answered.
He moved like lightning, reaching for the mirrored nightstand that sat directly next to the bed we were lying on. He pulled out the box of condoms and removed one, holding it in his hand before lowering his gaze back to my core.
“You are …” He left those two words hanging, as if he was afraid to finish the sentence or couldn’t find the right words. I had no idea what he’d been about to say, but I was also hornier than I’d been in a very long time. Therefore, the desire for talking was long gone. I needed action. And lots of it.
Instinctively, I reached up, pulling Ian’s face to mine again, fervently bringing our lips to touch. The same heat that was always prevalent during our kisses was stoked to even greater levels of intensity. Our tongues danced and dueled with one another, and I found myself losing all consciousness of where I was when Ian’s hand made its way inside of my panties. He began strumming my clit, causing me to gasp as my eyes tightly shut against the pleasure he was bringing to my body. I was much closer to an orgasm than I should’ve been at that point. It’d been a while since I’d been with anyone, so I chalked up my intense arousal to that. However, when two of Ian’s long digits penetrated my core while his thumb continued playing with my distended clit, thoughts of ever having been with any other man were pushed to the background.
“Oh!” I yelped as my orgasm seized me, tossing my head back against the pillow. Digging my toes into the mattress, I rode the orgasm out until it let me catch my breath again. I opened my eyes to see Ian staring down at me, another smile touching his lips. This smile was unmistakable. It was the grin of a man who knows he’s the fucking man but had too much class to say so out loud. The smile did it all for him.
“I need to taste both sets of your lips tonight.”
I didn’t have time to respond when Ian merely pushed the seam of my panties to the side, pressed my knees farther apart, and lowered his entire body so that his mouth was able to make contact with my screaming sex. Ian was a magician. I knew it in that moment. No one without any specialized magician skills should be able to grant that type of pleasure, so soundly and so quickly. I was convinced.
I tossed my head back against the pillows, pounding on the mattress with my tightly clenched fists and murmuring words that weren’t coherent in any language, let alone English. My toes curled as my heels dug into the mattress yet again. Ian used two of his fingers to part my folds, and then ran his tongue up and down the entirety of my sex, before completely covering my clitoris. When he did all of the air flew out of my lungs, my back arched off the bed, and my thighs tightened around his head. I couldn’t possibly be having another orgasm so soon.
As soon as it formed in my head, it was like Ian could read my thoughts because his tongue moved feverishly against my body, pulling a second orgasm from me. My mouth parted on a silent scream and my entire body was flooded with the sensations of my explosion. That orgasm took a second for me to come down from, and when I did, I looked up to Ian, staring down at me with promise in his singular eye.
“Having fun?” It was a question but no answer was expected. I knew as much when he quickly lowered his lips to mine, stealing any answer I might’ve had. I tasted myself on his lips and it only made me hunger for more. Thankfully, Ian was quick to deliver when he moved to lower his briefs, breaking the kiss. My stomach squeezed at the sight of his length as he spilled out of the boxer briefs. I wasn’t granted much time, however, as Ian moved quickly, covering himself with the condom and then positioning himself between my legs.
He lowered his lips to mine and I raised my head. At the same time his tongue breached my mouth, his wide cock entered my core.
“Holy fuck!” I inadvertently cursed against his lips. Ian’s cock was stretching me more than I could ever remember being stretched before. His deep chuckle against my lips garnered another round of shivers from my body. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, needing the weight of his body against mine to steady myself.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted against my lips once he completely pushed inside of me.
“I-Ian,” I stuttered, at a loss for anything else to say.
“Hold on, Stacia.” It was a warning and a promise, all at once.
When he began moving his hips, plummeting in and out of me, I no longer questioned what the warning was about. My mouth flapped open, but no sound came out, as he plundered my body. I raised my hips to meet his, and without much instruction on either of our parts, our bodies fell into a symbiotic rhythm. It was a dance that was as old as time, but only two people who had somehow stumbled upon finding their perfect match could perform with such accuracy.
“Ian!” I called out when he raised my leg over his shoulder, allowing himself to move inside of me even deeper. I began to gasp for air when I felt his cock making contact with the particularly sensitive nerves inside of my canal. The sacred G-spot, that very few men I’d known had been able to find. Of course, Ian not only found it on his first try but played it like a fiddle he’d known for years.
“Ian, come with me!” I yelled out, wanting to see him orgasm as well because I was nearing my third.
His response was a grunt of approval just before lowering his lips to mine. We both came with our lips smacking against one another, gasping for air and in a frenzy. I clenched Ian’s body tightly as my third orgasm washed over me. Ian held onto me just as firmly … no, even tighter as he buried his head in between my neck and shoulder.
It felt like forever coming down from that release. I was spent, sweaty, and completely satiated.
“Safe to say I was completely wrong about you being a selfish lover,” I said once I finally caught my breath.
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Ian
“Where the hell are you going?” For the first time in my life, the sight of a woman getting out of bed and walking away from me after sex just didn’t sit well with me. That was why I’d ignored Stacia’s last comment and demanded to know where she was going.
She turned to peer at me over her right shoulder after she’d donned a short, light blue silk robe. “To get us some water. I don’t know about you but I could use something to drink after that.”
I watched her quietly as she slipped out of the door. I sat up against the dark grey headboard of her bed, finally taking the time to observe my surroundings. Her bedroom was small, the centerpiece of which was the large, queen-sized, low sitting bed I was relaxing in at the moment. She’d decorated the room in an array of silvers and greys. The two nightstands at either side of the bed were mirrored, and directly opposite the bed were four sliding glass doors to a large walk-in closet. Each of the doors were lined with mirrors, allowing me to see myself perfectly.
I’d have to keep the mirrors in mind for round two. Just as that thought came to mind, a buzzing sound started and I immediately recognized the sound of a ringing cell phone. Bending over the side of the bed, I reached for my pants that laid on the floor, fumbling for the phone in my pocket. Pulling out my cell I grunted and tossed the phone onto the nightstand, not caring to answer the caller on the other end.
“That might be important.”
I turned to face the door and was stunned to see Stacia entering holding a tray that not only held two glasses of water, but cheese, crackers, and fruit.
“I thought you were just getting water.”
She shrugged at the same time I reached for the tray so that she could easily climb back in bed.
“Figured you might be hungry, too. You didn’t eat much at dinner.”
I raised an eyebrow. “It was a business dinner.”
“So that means you can’t eat?”
“That means the focus was business not food.”
Those plump lips of her turned upwards as she shook her head. “That makes no sense.”
“You can eat in your spare time. When business is being discussed, focus on the profits and not the food.”
“Let me guess. Something your father taught you?” she asked as she slipped an orange slice into her mouth.
I leaned in, licking the corner of her mouth, tasting the drop of orange juice that’d managed to escape her lips. Somehow tasting it from her skin made the juice all the more sweeter.
“He may’ve said it once or twice,” I answered. “You plan on sharing?”
She lowered her lashes. “I guess sharing is caring, right?”
“Indeed it is.”
“Open.”
I paused, giving her a look out of the corner of my eye.
“Open,” she insisted once more.
My mouth parted and a breath later she was slipping a goat-cheese topped cracker into my mouth. I pleasantly delighted in the taste of the chive and cucumber with the saltiness of the cracker. But before Stacia could pull her arm back, I took her wrist in my hand, pulling her onto my lap.
“You’re going to make a mess on my bed!” she screeched.
I didn’t give a shit as I nuzzled my face into the back of her neck.
“I’m going to have to make you pay for calling me a selfish lover,” I growled in her ear.
“I said I was wrong about you being a selfish lover!”
Reaching down, I cupped her ass that was still covered in the silk robe. “Which means at one point you did call me selfish.”
She groaned and laid her head back against my shoulder. “Well, can you blame me? You aren’t the easiest person to get along with. And most guys that look like you, and have money and power to go along with it, are egomaniacs, making them horrible lovers.”
“What any other man is like in bed is none of my damn business.”
Something pulsed in my stomach when Stacia burst out into a fit of giggles at my comment.
“I’d expect you to say something like that,” was all she said before leaning her back against my chest. She reached for another orange slice, and instead of feeding it to herself, she reached over her shoulder, feeding it to me.
“That seems to come naturally to you. Serving others.” It was technically what she did for a living.
“I enjoy it.”
“Is that why you volunteered to do it on Thanksgiving?”
“So …” she began, turning to look at me over she shoulder, “Ian likes to talk after sex.”
I grunted and gave a humorless laugh. “Hardly. At least, not usually.” That was the unequivocal truth. Typically, nothing pleased me more than seeing a woman get dressed and prepare to leave after sex. I always kept the conversation to a minimal. I chalked up the fact that I was breaking all my own rules at this very moment to the holidays making me just a little nostalgic, or whatever.
“Now answer the question,” I insisted.
Another laugh from Stacia. “I guess so. What better day than Thanksgiving to serve others. I mean, all those freeloading parents and children and what not,” she added quite sarcastically.
Rolling my eye, I placed the back of my head against the wall just above the headboard. “You’re going to keep harping on that?”
“No. I just like pulling your chain whenever I get the chance.”
“So I see.”
Silence fell between us as she rested her head against my shoulder. My arms continued to hold firmly to her waist, keeping her on my lap. She kept feeding me crackers and fruit, and I continued to accept, because as she had astutely observed I hadn’t eaten much during dinner. My body was used to me running on sparse meals whenever I got consumed with business. However, when I did stop to eat I would realize how hungry I truly was. Stacia must’ve sensed it even before I had.
“Is it true? The story you told me about your ex-friend and how you lost your eye?”
I stopped chewing mid-bite of the cracker I’d been eating. I suddenly remembered sharing my story with Stacia. I continued chewing and swallowed.
“Yes.”
“And the part about what your father said afterwards?”
“Every word was the truth.”
“But you don’t believe that, right? What he said about friends. Do you have any friends? Are you close with anyone?”
“What he’s taught me has proven truthful more than once. Why would I not believe it?” I stated firmly.
“Because it’s not true. Who do you spend time with besides colleagues and business associates?”
“You,” I answered, nuzzling my face into her neck again.
“Before meeting me.”
“Myself.”
She sighed, sounding defeated, but I should’ve known better.
“He was wrong.”
“What about you? You have close friends? Where were they on Thanksgiving, or now, leaving you free to take all of these extra hours for work?”
There was a long pause, as if I’d struck a nerve. Unfortunately, that feeling of victory I often felt when successfully hitting the nerve of a business rival didn’t overcome me. Instead, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach formed. The idea of Stacia feeling lonely didn’t set well with me.
“I travel so much for work, I rarely have time to see friends from back home. I’m friendly with a few co-workers. We sometimes go on vacations together.”
I nodded, something in my chest rumbling at the sadness in her tone. I already knew she wasn’t particularly close with her family.
“But you aren’t especially close with any of them?”
Another long pause.
“No, I guess not.”
I contemplated that for a while.
“Most people are full of shit anyway.”
Stacia turned to me, frowning.
I shrugged. “It’s the truth. Everyone walks around with some sort of façade.”
“Everyone?”
“Everyone,” I stated solemnly.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“I know it is. Even you.”
Her eyes widened. “Me?”
“Especially you. On the plane you’re as cordial and gracious as they come. Taking my sour attitude in stride and even smiling in the face of rudeness—”
“Oh so you know you’re rude?”
“I’m straight to the point. Most perceive that as rude. Again, because they’d rather I wear the same façade of fake politeness as they do. I refuse to play that game.”
“How does this prove that I’m phony just because I smile and am professional while doing my job?”
“Oh, because of the way you handed me my ass that same night.”
I actually laughed at the sound of her giggles.
“You were so mean.”
“Probably. I didn’t want to be there, and not for the reasons you may think. It didn’t feel right, taking pictures with those people, especially the children, all for the furthering of my company’s name.”
Stacia fully turned to me, moving the tray of food off the bed and onto the nightstand so she could wrap her legs around my waist. “You do have a heart.”
“Don’t sound surprised,” I retorted, squeezing her ass.
“I’m not surprised you have one. Just surprised you’d actually cop to it.”
“Ouch!” she yelped when I swatted her ass.
“I don’t cop to it regularly.”
“Well, your secret’s safe with me.”
“It better be,” I murmured against her lips before kissing her once again. Stacia wrapped her arms around my shoulders and my hands went to the belt of her robe, quickly untying it.
Just when I moved to deepen the kiss, Stacia pulled back. She remained wordless for a second, just staring deeply into my gaze. I lifted a questioning eyebrow.
“Maybe I can be your friend and you mine.”
That was the last thing I expected to hear her say but the idea of it didn’t repulse me. In fact, it intrigued me.
“Friends,” I stated, rolling the word around in my mouth.
She nodded.
And yet again, I did something that completely shocked me. That seemed to be an ongoing attribute of mine, as of late.
“As long as us being friends includes me getting to watch you as my cock makes your thighs tremble and back arch as you come, then yes, we can be friends.”
Her giggle was cut off by my lips on hers.