Authors: Reese Gabriel
“He didn’t use his tongue,”
Nikky
said.
Not that she would have minded if he had. Her pussy dripped now as she remembered Ian whispering in her ear as they danced, telling her what he wanted to do to her.
Her thoughts drifted as she imagined him whispering to her again, telling what he wanted to do to her right there on the dance floor.
He would tell her not to resist because he was too smart, too knowledgeable about female anatomy.
She would sting with embarrassment and shame but it would feel
so
good as she let him kiss her, his tongue exploring, devouring, just like a small and eager cock.
She would move against him, desperate to feel his erection against her. She would silently beg for him to put his hands on her anywhere—on her ass cheeks, her back, wherever he desired.
Everyone would be watching, her entire graduating class, and when the dance was over and she was panting and flushed they would watch as he led her by the hand off the dance floor and to the nearest elevator. There would be no doubt in anyone’s mind where they were going and what they were going to do.
In the elevator she would make her move. She would take off her dress, wantonly displaying her braless breasts. His eyes would light up.
She would ask if he wanted them and he would tell her yes and then he would show her—
Jeezus
, talk about fantasies. It was all she could do to keep from making a mad dash to Ian’s suite right now. Some nerve he had, getting her all worked up like this, with no chance to sort through her feelings and her memories.
So long ago…and yet so fresh.
Nikky
tried to tune back into the conversation. They were still talking about Ian.
“Is he rich?” Gretchen asked. “I bet he invented something. He was always doing weird experiments.”
“I have no idea,”
Nikky
said. “We didn’t talk about money.”
“Did he ask you out?” Gretchen pressed.
“He has a suite upstairs,”
Kaity
volunteered, her mouth working faster than her brain, as usual. “He invited
Nikky
to stay with him for the night.”
Nikky
glared.
“Oh
my gosh
,” exclaimed
Kaity
looking like the proverbial deer in headlights. “I wasn’t supposed to tell.”
“You know,”
Nikky
fumed, furious over the broken confidence. “Ian said I deserve better lovers and maybe I deserve better friends too.”
Kaity’s
eyes went wide with hurt.
Nikky
wished she take the words back.
Ian was the one she was really upset with, on account of his coming back into her life and turning everything upside down. From platonic friend to enticing would-be lover—zero to sixty, no context, no nothing.
After a decade of giving her the cold shoulder.
It didn’t add up. Here he was all pumped up for one night but he was making it clear the sex wouldn’t lead to anything else. Ian was a lot of things but superficial wasn’t one of them.
No, there was something off here, a flaw in Ian’s usually impeccable logic, and she meant to find it.
Chapter Two
Ian had passed the point of hope when he finally heard the knock on the door.
He was naked except for a pair of silk boxers, having changed into them for his nightly meditational exercises.
“Hello
Nikky
,” he said, his voice even, his breathing perfectly centered.
She stood in the doorway, momentarily taken aback. There was no mistaking the way her eyes travelled down his body, lingering just a little too long on his crotch.
The action was healthy and normal on her part but it seemed to embarrass
Nikky
that she had been caught.
“I am not here for sex,” she informed him quickly. “So you can wipe that idea right out of your mind.”
“I don’t have anything in mind,
Nikky
. I told you, it is your call.”
Her gaze narrowed. He had touched a nerve. She pointed a single, pink-nailed finger at him. “No Ian, I’m not letting you pawn off all this on me. This so-called offer of yours is a joke. It seems so noble and I’m supposed to just give in, right? Sex with no strings attached or else I look like the bad guy, turning you away after you’ve had all these fantasies?”
He was ready with a response but she was just getting wound up. “The thing is,” she said, barely pausing for breath. “Sex always comes with strings attached, at least for people like us. Or are you telling me this is going to be something our bodies do, no feelings, in which case you might as well pay a hooker. But you don’t want a hooker, you want to live out this illusion—the perfect cheerleader girl you didn’t get to fuck in high school and now you can get her to come to you because she is so hard up.
“What’s the deal, Ian? You got friends you are going to brag to about this tomorrow? I have
Kaity
and she will talk about this to everyone. She won’t be able to
not
talk about it just as I won’t be able to keep from telling her all about it tomorrow morning after you and I go our separate ways. And what happens after that? Am I going to be a notch in your belt? That doesn’t fit with the Ian I knew if I can say I ever knew you.”
Ian arched a brow. “Wow, now why don’t you tell me what you really think.”
Nikky
tried not to laugh. This shouldn’t be funny, not by a long shot.
“I think I need a drink,” she decided.
Ian let her in. “I took the liberty of getting some wine and a few other things too.”
Nikky
blinked, taking in the surroundings. The living room was lit by candles, dozens of tiny shimmering lights set at various heights on the coffee table, the bar, the windowsill. There were flower petals spread all over the floor.
A path of them led into the bedroom.
“Geez, no pressure or anything,” she quipped as he handed her a glass of wine.
“I wanted it to be perfect.”
Nikky
braced herself with a healthy swallow. It wasn’t like her to drink much but this was certainly a special occasion. “That’s another thing. What exactly is
it
supposed to be?” she asked. “You are telling me I will have this mind-blowing, scientifically guaranteed experience, etcetera,
etcetera
. What’s in it for you, other than the obvious mechanics of semen release?”
Ian smiled. He was standing close, way too close for comfort. She had always been a pushover for tall men. In high school he’d been a beanpole, now he was a certified female-hormone trigger.
He moved his finger over her lips, light as a feather. “Now who is the overly scientific one? This is about letting go and giving in.”
Before she could generate a proper retort, he was already on to the next step, moving his hand to the back of her head, undoing her hair. It fell in cascades down her back.
He ran his fingers through it, his lips just brushing her forehead, his pelvis barely touching hers, drawing her in, lighter than air, her whole body wanting to be taken in, absorbed, cocooned.
“That’s it, baby, just relax,” he murmured.
“Stop using your voodoo or whatever it is Ian, I mean it.”
“This is all coming from inside you. That’s the secret.”
“Which means it is all just some stupid dream,” she accused. “I’m probably in bed right now, late for work, ignoring the clock radio and sleeping through the Zoo Crew on 99.7 FM.”
Ian bent to capture her neck, breathing the soft scent, feeling her skin pulse as he kissed it, enjoying her sharp sigh in response.
He used his teeth now, tiny nibbling motions. It was a calculated move, intended to awaken her deeper passions.
It did just that.
Nikky
groaned softly and reached for him.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as she raked her fingernails down his chest. “Don’t hold back.”
His skin came to life under her sizzling touch. It was all he could do to hold still, let her set the pace.
“Keep going,” he encouraged. “Nothing’s stopping you.”
Looking down,
Nikky
bit her lip. Her hands had frozen at the waistband of his shorts.
“Would you like to see my cock?” Ian rasped. “Go on, take it out, sweetheart, it belongs to you tonight. Touch it, show me what you want.”
Nikky
sucked in her breath and grabbed hold of the shorts. Abruptly she tugged them over his erection—thick and hot and throbbing.
“Oh god,” she whispered, beholding his upright shaft with its crisscrossed purple veins.
“Yes
Nikky
,” he gave her permission to go wild. “Strip me.”
Nikky
needed no further encouragement to pull the boxers down past his full, tight balls and over his muscular thighs. Ian kicked them away. Licking her lips, she started to kneel.
Ian stopped her, holding her by the upper arms.
She looked at him, confused. He could tell it wasn’t sinking in. He wasn’t like the men she was used to, the kind who wanted a female slavering over them right off the bat.
“Don’t you want me to give you pleasure, Ian?”
“Of course I do, honey, but we are not going to start off with you in subservience, all tensed up about making me happy. I told you, my cock is for you. Your pleasure is going to come first.”
Nikky
pursed her lips. Tentatively, as if testing whether he meant it or not, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
Ian was gentle but firm—reading her, pressing her, but only as far as she was ready to go.
What he sensed was hunger and incredible raw need. He wanted to hear the words from her mouth.
“Just tell me,
Nikky
. I know it’s on the tip of your tongue. Tell me what you need.”
“I want you inside me, Ian,” she said huskily. “Fuck me, please?”
Ian couldn’t help but grin. His elaborate lovemaking plans would have to wait. She wanted it hard and fast right now and he was more than willing to oblige. There was no doubt, seeing her again after all these years, that having her body right here for the taking was taking its toll on his libido.
He wanted inside her as much as she wanted it.
“Lift your arms,” he said, taking charge.
Nikky
complied, allowing him to pull the dress over her head. She had on tiny pink panties under the almost-backless dress. He devoured the sight of her naked, pear-shaped breasts.
His heart skipped a beat. Her breasts were even more stunning than he had imagined, even more luscious, firm and tempting.
Ian moved his hands to her hips now, just grazing the waistband of her panties, savoring, anticipating their removal.
“Rip them,” she said with surprising ferocity. “Just fucking
rip
them off me.”
“Where is my dainty cheerleader?” he teased.
“You blew her away on the dance floor. Now you’ve got a wild thing on your hands.”
Ian chuckled, running his hand over her satin-covered ass cheeks. “I wasn’t sure you’d come up here, you know.”
“It was a battle,” she admitted. “Hell, I wasn’t even sure when I knocked on your door if I would stay. Then I saw you and, well…you know the rest.”
“Indeed I do. So you’re absolutely sure about this, no doubts?”
“You want me to beg?”
“I like hearing you say it.”
Her eyes bore holes into his. “All right then, Ian Hamilton. Take me, just like you’ve always wanted to in your fantasies.”
Ian groaned softly. The material of her underwear was no match for hands that had scaled mountains, gripped for dear life on the edge of cliffs, sometimes holding, sometimes not. What was one little pair of angel’s panties in comparison? He ripped them off.
Ian grinned wickedly, putting the ruined, fragrant silk to his nose. “You seem to be fantasizing a little yourself.”
She blushed, though her smile was pure devil. “Yes, you impossible egotist, that’s all for you. I’m hot and wet and what are you going to do about it?”
What indeed. He had imagined this moment for so long, all the ways he might proceed in leading her to ecstasy. Should he put her underneath him, take her from behind? Should he tease her madly and make her beg for sweet relief?
“We have options,” he pointed out.
“Ian, I don’t want anything fancy right now, just ravish me.”
Ian growled softly as she pressed her full breasts against him, her nipples burning into his chest. Without another thought, he lifted her, cradling her in his arms.
She reached up to put her arms around his neck, so happy and trusting that his heart swelled. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the comforter of the massive bed.
“You really are a trip,” she giggled, noting the fresh rose petals layered over the comforter.
“No laughing,” he chided. “It throws off my concentration for ravishing.”
“If you need an instruction manual you’re in trouble.”
“Keep it up, girl, and I will use a Bunsen burner on your butt.”
Nikky
squealed as Ian proceeded to jump on top of her, pinning her wrists overhead.
Still laughing, she made a halfhearted effort to fight him off, wriggling underneath him, twisting her sweet, curvaceous body. Needless to say it only turned Ian on more as she rubbed against him, chest to chest, her pelvis enticingly pushing against his aching cock.
“Wench,” he complained. “Are you determined to ruin my entire plan? I will be lucky to hold out ten seconds once I’m inside you.”
Nikky
squirmed further, grabbing for his cock. “Who said I want you to hold out?”
Oh hell, when in Rome
, he thought.
Giving in to the inevitable, Ian sealed his lips to hers. Lifting his pelvis into position he poised his cock at her sex lips. He could feel the heat, the slippery moisture beckoning him.
“Now, Ian,” she urged him.
Ian let his cock slide between her pussy lips,
then
hesitated, remembering that he’d forgotten the condom. He hated, hated to use one.
Maybe, just this once…
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he reached for the stack of condoms he’d piled on the nightstand. Distracting
Nikky
with kisses, Ian rolled on the condom then flattened his pelvis to hers, dragging his cock through her cream. He pushed his cock head into her opening then savored the immediate, lightning-fast plunge to the depths of her thrumming, pulsing pussy. She clenched her muscles, holding him fast. She was so hot inside.