Chapter Eleven
Giving a muttered curse, Ian dropped his forehead to her shoulder. He was rock-solid in his trousers, his cock pressing forcefully against the confines of his boxer briefs. He needed to feel her—above him, beneath him, against the wall, on the floor; he didn’t care so long as he could be buried deep in her sweet body.
His fingers brushed the fabric of her dress, quickly finding the zipper as he pulled it down. Each notch that released seemed to echo into the quiet room. In mere seconds, she would stand before him in nothing but her heels and a pair of panties. His wildest dream, his greatest fantasy, was about to come true.
Once her dress was unzipped, he pulled back and looked at her, taking in every detail of her captivating presence. Her lips were swollen from kisses—
his
kisses. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes sleepy with lust. His cock throbbed at the sight of her standing before him, clearly ready for him to take her.
He grasped the tiny straps resting on her shoulders, the only things keeping him from finally seeing her naked body. With their eyes locked, he slid the fabric down her arms until the dress pooled at her feet. It took everything in him not to immediately lower his gaze to stare at her breasts, to see what had been hidden from him for far too long, but he managed. He kept his eyes connected with hers, leaning in to give her a soft kiss before he pulled back and let his focus drop to take in her body.
“Christ, Livvy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re gorgeous.”
He feasted on the sight before him, his eyes following the path his fingers took. He traced over her collarbones, then moved between her breasts. They were perfect—perky and full, just enough to fit in his hands. As he cupped them, feeling the weight of them against his palms, he dipped his head and swiped his tongue across first one nipple, then the other. He lavished the rosy tips with attention, licking and sucking, his teeth barely scraping against the flesh. Olivia moaned and gasped, her fingers clutching him to her chest.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said. Her voice had dropped an octave from where it usually was, and the husky tone sent a jolt to his cock. He needed to feel her, taste her, drown in her body for hours. Only then would his need even begin to be satisfied.
Instead of answering, he guided her toward the bed, quickly pulling the comforter down. Once the sea of white sheets were bared below them, he guided her back, laying her down on the mattress.
“Ian...”
Her body was spread out before him, her legs long and smooth, falling over the edge of the bed, weighted down by the black heels still resting on her feet. As his eyes swept over the curves of her body, his mouth watered. A tiny scrap of black lace covered her pussy from his view, and he wondered if she was wet beneath the material. Did she ache with want like he did? His eyes slid up her body, catching the movement just as she brought her arms across her chest.
He clucked his tongue and shook his head, his hands grasping hers. He moved them to rest above her head as he dropped a kiss on her lips. “I’ve waited too long for this for you to hide yourself from me.”
She gave an embarrassed smile. “Well, you were just staring.”
“Well, you’re lying here practically naked.”
She laughed breathlessly as she reached toward him. “Yes, and you are
not
.” She tried to shed him of his shirt again, slipping her fingers up along his chest and to his shoulders.
“Not yet.” Ian once again grabbed her hands and placed them next to her head. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against her ear. “I need to taste you.”
He felt her sharp intake of breath as he moved down her body, his lips caressing every inch of her along the way. He engulfed a nipple in his mouth before he tasted the underside of her breast. Olivia moaned and arched, silently begging him to go lower and to get there faster.
He smiled against her stomach, kissing the softness there. “Is this where you’re so anxious to get me?” he asked as he circled her belly button with his tongue before dipping quickly inside.
Her breathless giggles filled the room, and she squirmed under him. “Don’t be an ass,” she chided, her laugh turning into a gasp as he nipped at her lower stomach.
When he was low enough, he could smell her arousal through her panties. Bringing his mouth to her cloth-covered pussy, he placed a kiss there, feeling the wetness against his lips. A low growl built in his chest as he quickly rid her of her shoes and underwear, then grabbed her thighs and spread them wide.
“Jesus, Liv,” he said as he dropped to his knees on the side of the bed and stared at her. She was bare but for a small strip of hair at the top, and he ached to lick the smoothness of her. He clutched her hips, pulling her until her ass rested on the edge, her pussy mere inches from his mouth. He licked his lips, then connected his eyes with hers as he leaned forward and swept his tongue along her sex. Tracing first up one of her smooth lips, then down the other, her taste hit him like a ton of bricks, heady and warm.
With one hand, he reached up and cupped her breast, plucking a nipple between two of his fingers. His other hand sought out her folds, spreading her open for his tongue. He focused his efforts directly on her clit, flicking and sucking as she moaned and writhed underneath him. Her hands rested on his head, buried deep in his hair, and he got the message loud and clear. He’d better not move one fucking inch. Though this was the first time he’d been with her like this, he was already beginning to read her cues. The shortening of her breath, the slight arch of her back, her soft mewls, all told him she was on the precipice of her climax, ready to fall into oblivion.
He slid his hand down, slipping first one finger then another into her wet heat. The added stimulation did exactly what he wanted, and with a soft cry of his name, Olivia contracted around him as she came against his mouth and fingers. While she was awash in the bliss of her orgasm, he softly licked at her pussy, his fingers pumping slowly, until she relaxed against the bed. When the last wave of pleasure had run through her, he gave one last kiss directly on her clit, then stood.
She lay there, spent and sated, a look of pure rapture on her face. As Ian reached down to the buckle of his belt, he couldn’t believe he was there, in that hotel room with Olivia, staring at her naked body. That he’d just had his mouth all over her pussy. That he was seconds from burying himself inside her.
Not able to hold his tongue in any longer, he admitted, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Liv.” The truth of the statement struck a chord of anxiety in him, afraid he’d said too much. From the look on her face, though, it was clear she thought he’d only meant the short while they’d been going to the weddings, not the years he’d spent loving her in silence.
She smiled, slow and seductive, and crooked her finger at him. “Better come get me, then.”
He didn’t need another invitation. He let his anxiety fall away, and, as quickly as he could, he rid himself of his shoes and the rest of his clothes until he stood before her naked. His cock was stiff and begging for attention, protruding from his body as if it knew exactly where she was. She looked at him, her eyes roving over every inch of his body, and he’d never been more thankful for his diligence in getting out of bed in the mornings and pounding the pavement in a grueling run. He liked knowing that she found him attractive, that she enjoyed looking at the body he worked hard for.
When her gaze landed on his cock, her mouth parted, and he saw the desire in her eyes. He’d waited a long time to see that look on her face directed at him, and he was going to soak up every ounce of it. Quickly, he reached for his pants, pulled a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself with it. Moving toward the bed, he met her stare, showing her just how much he wanted to be inside her.
Bending slightly at the knees, he gripped the base of his cock and ran the thick head along her slit, collecting the wetness there. Olivia moaned, her head pressing back into the bed as she blindly reached for him. Hooking her legs over his forearms, he bent over her, clasping their hands together as he shifted his hips. The length of him played in her folds, and she let out a startled gasp when he placed himself at her entrance.
“Look at me, baby,” he said, his voice rough.
She complied, meeting his unwavering gaze as he pushed slowly into her, enjoying the moment as every inch of him was swallowed by her sex.
“God, Ian.” Her hands tightened against his, squeezing his fingers as he started a slow rhythm.
The sound of his name against her lips in such pleasure sent a wave of possessiveness through him. Though he’d never thought this day would actually come, that he would be deep inside her, he’d
hoped
. And he’d always known that if it ever happened, there was no way he could ever come back from it.
As he pushed them both toward their climaxes, hers finally breaking, her pussy pulsing around his cock, he knew he’d been right.
Chapter Twelve
Olivia slowly woke, a warm body pressed against her back and a delicious ache between her legs. Brief flashes of the night before came unbidden to her. The evening she’d shared with Ian had been even better than her most erotic dreams, and she’d had a lot of those.
She’d thought it would have been awkward, especially the aftermath, but it hadn’t been. It had felt easy. Natural, even. After cleaning up, they’d simply fallen into the bed, automatically gravitating toward the middle of the large king mattress and one another. And that had been how they’d slept the entire night: wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled together under the covers.
Now, the soft morning light filtered in through the gap in the curtains, and she felt Ian stir behind her, a flutter of his fingers against her stomach before his lips pressed against her shoulder. His hand spread wide against her belly, almost as if he was trying to touch as much of her as possible, as his mouth moved whisper-soft across her flesh. His lips caressed her neck and up to her ear. “Good morning,” he whispered. His voice was rough with sleep, and she didn’t know if she’d ever heard a sexier sound.
Well, that wasn’t true. The sounds he’d made the night before as he’d come were probably the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard. Flushing as she replayed that in her mind, she hummed and squirmed a little, unintentionally rubbing her behind into his crotch.
His chest rumbled against her back. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Liv.”
Tucking her chin to her chest, she smiled briefly before wiping her expression clear and turning her head to look over her shoulder at him. “Who said anything about not finishing?”
She felt the curve of his lips against the skin below her ear. Just as she was giving in to a giddy smile of her own, he opened his mouth and sucked the skin between his lips. She gasped, arching into him, pressing more firmly against his cock. He was already hard, his erection nestled along the line of her ass.
“God, I want you again.” His fingers lowered from her belly, finding her warm and wet for him.
“Yes.”
“You want me, too.” It wasn’t a question as he caressed her silky soft skin, spreading her wide with two fingers while another found her clit.
“Yes.” This time, she answered in a drawn-out hiss, her eyes already closing against the pleasure he was orchestrating in her body. His finger was relentless, rubbing in tight circles against her. It had been mere minutes and already she felt herself tightening, preparing for release.
“Did you know you make the same sexy-as-hell sounds before you come?” He nipped at her neck, and she melted further into him. “You’re making them now. Are you gonna come for me, Livvy?”
Oh
,
Jesus
. His voice was raspy against her neck, and his words poured gasoline on an already smoldering fire. Reaching back, she gripped his head as she turned hers, their lips attaching in a clumsy, wet kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth as his finger sped up against her clit, and she was gone, lost in the pleasure he fed her. She arched, her body throbbing through her release as her lips rested against Ian’s, their breath intermingling between them.
Still immersed in the blissful aftermath of her orgasm, she felt him lean over her to the nightstand, then heard the telltale crinkling of a condom wrapper.
“When’d you put that there?” she mumbled into the pillow, a smile tugging at her lips.
He lay back down behind her, shifting until he was flush with her body. His mouth was against her ear again as his answer came in a soft rumble. “Last night.”
Pressing kisses at the soft skin below her ear, he aligned himself with her before slowly easing inside. Olivia gasped, loving the delicious sensation of him filling her so fully. She pushed back against him until he was seated completely inside her. Breathlessly, she said, “Thinking you’d get lucky again?”
“
Hoping
,” he corrected as he started to move, pushing into her slowly as he gripped her hip.
Reaching behind her, her fingers dug into his ass, pulling him into her and encouraging him to speed up. As he answered her silent request, she moved her other hand down between her legs, her fingers easily sliding through her wetness. They explored the length of her slit, all the way down until they brushed against Ian’s cock moving in and out of her.
“Jesus Christ, Liv.”
Hearing the way his voice strained, knowing she was causing him to lose control, just about set Olivia ablaze. Her fingers worked quickly against her swollen clit, her second orgasm not far off.
Ian’s hand moved from her hip, smoothing along her stomach until he reached one of her breasts. Taking it in his hand, his fingers found her already tightened peak. The tug and pull he gave it shot a line of desire straight to her pussy.
“Ian.”
“I know, baby.” His movements sped up, his fingers lightly pinching the hardened tips of her breasts as he continued to thrust into her body. “You feel so fucking good.” Ian dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his breath washing down her back in harsh pants. “Fuck,” he growled, his fingers tightening just this side of painful against her nipples.
“Come with me, Livvy.” It wasn’t a request as much as a demand, and Olivia shivered at the up-close-and-personal viewing of just how Ian could take charge in the bedroom. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His plea sparked her desire, and she burst, her fingers frantic against her clit as she pulsed around Ian, squeezing his cock. His long, drawn-out curse preceded his own release as he pushed all the way inside her through his climax.
His heavy breaths swept across her skin, his forehead still resting against her shoulder. His hand was gently cupping her breast, and she reached up to twine their fingers together. They lay there for several moments in silence, a barrage of thoughts bombarding Olivia.
She’d had plenty of boyfriends in the past. In her adult years, she’d had many lovers, many good lovers at that, but she had never felt this connection with any of them. She wondered if it was simply because she and Ian had the solid base of their friendship to stand on. If it was because they’d known each other for so long...
The niggling sense in the back of her mind, though, wondered if what was between them was something more.