Ian had worn a suit tonight, one of a dark charcoal gray, but hadn’t bothered with a tie. Her fingers toyed with the topmost button of his pearl gray dress shirt as her lips caressed the hollow at the base of his throat. He didn’t protest as she unfastened one, two, three buttons, or when she slipped her hand inside his parted shirt to caress his chest. She buried her face against his hot skin, taking a deep, satisfied sniff of his delicious masculine scent, then licked a single bead of sweat from his throat.
A low growl escaped his throat, his hand clamping down fiercely over her buttocks. She rubbed herself against his straining erection invitingly, letting him know with her body language exactly what she wanted. Before he could stop her, she sneaked a hand between their tightly wedged bodies to cup his rock hard cock, and then slid even further back to squeeze his bulging testicles.
“I want this,” she hissed in his ear, palming him boldly. Fortunately, the dim lighting and the crush of bodies meant no one could see what she was doing. “I want this ramming into me, over and over, fucking me harder than you’ve ever done before. I’m so wet for you, Ian, so hot. I can’t wait much longer.”
“Jesus, Tessa.” Ian was visibly struggling to hold it together, with sweat popping out on his brow. One of his hands slid up the side of her ribcage until he reached her breast. His thumb brushed lightly over the nipple, and both of them groaned.
Abruptly, her turned her in his arms, so that now his chest was pressed flush against her back, and she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection rubbing against the cleft of her buttocks. Her breathing had quickly become erratic, and a low moan, almost a whimper, escaped her lips as she ground her ass against his cock. Ian’s hands were on her hips, guiding her to move in sync with the dip and roll of his body as he not only imitated the suggestive moves of the other dancers but perfected them.
They danced through two more songs in the same manner, until Tessa was far beyond the point of mere arousal and was sorely tempted to grab Ian’s hand and shove it between her legs, desperate for the orgasm that she knew would happen with the briefest of touches.
“Please,” she whispered urgently. “I need - can we go now?”
Without another word, he took her by the hand and practically dragged her off the dance floor. He was most assuredly a man with a mission right now, and that mission seemed to be getting her back to their hotel and burying himself inside of her as quickly as possible.
He brusquely waved away the overly eager waitress who was hovering by their booth, tossing some bills on the table impatiently as Tessa hastily retrieved her clutch and wrap. He wrapped a hand around her upper arm as he half-steered, half-dragged her through the crowd, not stopping until they were back outside of the club.
Ian had texted their limo driver from inside the building, so the big car was already waiting for them by the curb. Saturday night traffic in Paris was something of a nightmare, and it would likely take nearly half an hour to return to their hotel with such gridlock. And there was no possible way, thought Tessa wildly, that she was going to be able to hold out that long.
The shock on Ian’s darkly flushed face was visible as she wasted little time in straddling his lap the moment the limo began to pull away from the curb. The privacy panel was already up, and the tinted windows meant no one could see inside the luxurious vehicle, with its wide, padded seats and thickly carpeted floor. Still, despite the fact that no one would be able to see or hear them, she knew Ian wouldn’t give in easily to what she had in mind.
“Tessa -” he began in a warning tone.
“Shh.” She placed a finger over his lips, and gave a small shake of her head. “You want this as much as I do. Need it as badly as I do. And there’s no way I can wait until we’re back in our room.” Deliberately, she gave his fully erect cock another squeeze. “And judging by how hard you are right now, neither can you.”
“I’m not -” he began to protest, only to be silenced as she lowered the straps of her dress down past her shoulders, revealing her bare, swollen breasts.
“You aren’t wearing - Christ,” he wheezed, his hands cupping the heavy globes.
She gasped as his fingers tugged on the hard points of her nipples, shuddering as the very pleasurable sensations traveled all the way down to her core. Clumsily, she shoved the short hem of her dress upwards until it bunched around her waist, revealing the lower half of her very naked body to his hot gaze.
Ian shut his eyes, visibly struggling to control his uneven breathing. “My God, she really did it. I thought you were joking in that dressing room this morning but you meant it, didn’t you, you little devil? Where exactly did you leave your undies, darling?”
Tessa grinned impishly. “They’re packed neatly away in my suitcase. As you can see, I didn’t really need them tonight. And speaking of needing things.”
He groaned long and loud as she unzipped his pants and drew out the long, thick length of his cock. “Tessa, don’t. We - not here.”
“Yes, here,” she murmured, stroking his penis with long, slow strokes, pleasuring him the way he liked best. “Mmm, look at how magnificent you are, how hard you are. Just thinking about having this big cock fuck me is making me so wet. Touch me, Ian, Please.”
With a sound resembling a snarl, he shoved two fingers up inside her vagina, hooking them over the front of her pubic bone as his thumb rasped over her clitoris. He added a third finger, opening her, stretching her, then began a steady rhythm, pumping his long fingers in and out of her as she grew even wetter.
She could feel the climax approaching, knew it would knock her for a loop when it hit, and guided the broad head of his penis towards the opening of her body.
“I want you inside of me when I come,” she whispered to him, their foreheads touching as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her body. Deliberately, he licked her juices from his fingers, savoring each drop, and the sight of him doing something so intimate drove her wild.
Before he could offer up any additional protests or excuses, she impaled herself on his erection and began to ride him at a frantic pace. He hadn’t made any attempt to remove his pants, and she felt the fine wool fabric brush against her bare buttocks each time she lowered herself onto his cock.
For a few brief seconds, Ian remained impassive, allowing her to control the action. But then, with a movement that left her speechless with surprise, he hoisted her up by the hips, his cock slipping from her body as he did so, only to fling her onto the plush, padded leather seat. With uncharacteristic clumsiness, he unbuckled his belt and shoved his suit trousers and briefs down his legs, until the lower half of his body was bared.
Tessa almost recoiled at the savage expression on his face as he loomed over her, his skin darkly flushed and his breathing as uneven as hers. Without a word, he slid a hand behind each of her legs, lifting them off the seat and bending them at the knees until they were pressing against her shoulders. With one fierce thrust, he re-entered her body, and she couldn’t hold back a scream as his cock filled her completely.
Ian bent his head and took one of her nipples between his lips, sucking at it hard before biting down in a less than gentle manner. She whimpered as he repeated this action on her other breast, while continuing to thrust his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy at the same time. He fondled her breasts roughly, pinching the nipples, then claimed her mouth in the dirtiest, most domineering kiss he’d ever given her. She threaded her hands in his hair, pulling his head closer to hers, and kissed him back with eager passion, her tongue tangling with his repeatedly.
The sex was frantic and sweaty, and the realization that this was actually happening in the backseat of a vehicle in motion made everything that much more forbidden, more exciting, and much, much more arousing. Tessa climaxed noisily, her vaginal muscles convulsing around his cock for long seconds, milking him until he uttered a deep, guttural moan and ejaculated inside of her welcoming body.
She thought perhaps that she might have blacked out for a few minu
tes, or that maybe she had simply been in a daze, because the next thing she knew the limo was pulling up under the porte-cochere of the hotel and Ian was frantically restoring order to his clothing and hair. Tessa hastily adjusted her dress, pulling up the shoulder straps and tugging down the short hem.
“Here.”
He thrust a handful of tissues at her, then grabbed her clutch bag and wrap. While she was cleaning herself up, he rummaged through the small purse and removed her comb and a lipstick.
“I doubt it’s going to help much, but do your best, darling,” he muttered. “The driver is going to be opening up the door any second now.”
She nodded, running the comb through her wildly mussed hair and then slicking on a coat of pale mocha lip gloss. She replaced the items in her clutch and gazed at Ian expectantly.
“Well? How do I look?” she asked, her voice unusually raspy.
He closed his eyes briefly, as though a sudden headache had just come on, and shook his head. “Like you’ve just gotten fucked very, very thoroughly in the backseat of a limo,” he muttered wearily.
Tessa beamed at him mischievously, patting his thigh. “Exactly the look I was going for.”
A chuckle escaped Ian’s lips despite his best intentions, and he gazed at her in amusement. “What am I going to do with you, my love?” he asked in exasperation. “At least put your wrap on, will you? You’ve, ah, got a rather noticeable red mark on your breast. I apologize for getting a little carried away earlier.”
She touched the love bite on her upper breast as though it was a precious memento, but complied with his request by wrapping the semi-sheer metallic evening stole around her shoulders and breasts, shielding them from view.
Ian wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he guided her at a brisk pace through the hotel lobby, keeping his head down as they walked and remaining silent. But Tessa could feel the tension emanating from his big body, as well as an occasional shudder, and knew that he was still coming down to earth from their tempestuous encounter just now in the limo. He was also silent and unsmiling, and the look on his handsome face was more than a little intimidating.
As for herself, she still couldn’t quite believe how bold she’d just been, how she had brazenly thrown herself at him, tempting him, seducing him, until his control had finally cracked, and he’d done what he had always vowed not to do - make love to her in the backseat of a car. She fretted that she had pushed him too hard, had forced him into doing something so out of his nature, and that he was angry with her now as a result. During the elevator ride up to the penthouse, she struggled to think of something – anything - to say to help make things right between them.
But as she opened her mouth to speak, Ian shook his head and placed a finger over her lips.
“Not now, Tessa,” he said rather brusquely. “I - just can’t.”
She gave a meek nod and glanced away, hoping fervently that he wasn’t too upset with her, and that she hadn’t ruined their final evening in Paris by her impulsive behavior in the limo. She certainly hadn’t planned to entice him that way, at least not at the beginning of the evening. But the way they had danced together in the club had aroused her to the point where she had ceased to think clearly, had only been able to feel, and she’d allowed her impulses to take over her reason once they were inside the limo. Tessa crossed her fingers now, wishing with all her might that Ian would at least look at her, and assure her that he wasn’t angry or upset over what had happened.
His stony silence continued, however, as he escorted her out of the elevator to the front door of the suite. Thierry, the very prim and proper butler, didn’t even blink an eye at their rather disheveled appearance, merely holding the door open and wishing them a bonne nuit as they entered the suite.
But the moment they were inside, the door securely locked behind them, Ian startled her by sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her with long, decisive strides to the master bedroom. Once there, he tossed her on the mattress, only to join her there seconds later. And, to her great relief, he was grinning at her, a rather devilish gleam in his hazel eyes.
“You,” he stated, pointing a finger at her nose, “have been a very, very bad girl tonight. And do you know what happens to bad girls like yourself?”
She stared up at him, wide-eyed, both aroused and intimidated by the rather severe tone of his voice. “Um, n-n-no. Not really.”
Ian’s grin widened, and the glint in his eye was positively wicked now. “They earn themselves a spanking,” he whispered. “On their bare ass.”
Tessa gave a squeal of alarm as he swiftly flipped her over onto her belly and yanked the hem of her dress up above her waist, his big hand swatting her naked buttocks sharply several times in quick succession.
“Ow,” she protested, flinching in reaction. “That hurts, you big brute.”
His hand returned to her bare ass, but caressingly this time, soothing the red marks she guessed he had left on the tender flesh. And when his lips replaced his hand, her yelp of pain was replaced by a languorous sigh of pleasure.
“Mmm,” she purred as his lips traveled to the base of her spine. “Now, this feels very, very good.”
“And this,” he murmured, slipping his hand between her legs to where she was still wet and sticky from his orgasm, “feels even better. I want you again, Tessa. But this time, I’ll be the one directing the action, hmm? Now, get naked. And considering how little you’re wearing, that shouldn’t take you very long at all.”
She made a little sound of outrage as he smacked her on the bare ass once again, but moved to do his bidding quickly - stripping off her dress and slipping out of her shoes. Ian, meanwhile, was busy shedding his own clothes, and she watched with great interest as each article was tossed off carelessly - revealing every hard, splendidly muscled inch of his beautiful male body. By the time he was nude, and climbing onto the bed beside her, she was practically drooling with lust.
But as she reached out a hand to touch him, to pull him to her, he shook his head and took firm hold of her wrist.
“You’ve had your way far too much already this night, darling,” he chided. “It’s my turn now. And I’ve decided I want you on your hands and knees. Now.”
She was quick to comply, recognizing the dominant tone of his voice that she loved so much. As much as she enjoyed initiating their lovemaking at times, as much as she adored the occasions when they were equally as hungry for each other, what turned her on more than anything was when he took complete control of her. She had learned enough over the past year about her own sexuality to know this didn’t necessarily make her submissive, but she loved submitting to him all the same. Those were the times she felt the most desired, the sexiest, the most cherished and protected. And they were also the times when she was the most aroused, when she craved his touch more than ever.
Ian reclined on his side facing her as she assumed the position he’d instructed her to take. He ran his hands over her body slowly, taking his time to caress and kiss her, as though they had all the time in the world. He trailed a fingertip down the length of her spine, from nape to sacrum, and a tremble shook her body at even that light touch. His lips touched her nape, then moved to the side of her neck, before pressing a soft kiss on her flushed cheek. He threaded the silky strands of her hair through his fingers before tugging it hard enough for her head to tip back. His mouth claimed hers then, in a long, leisurely kiss meant to seduce, to tease and cajole, but mostly to drive her wild. Tessa groaned beneath that kiss, and began to rotate her hips in a slow circle, her body instinctively seeking its mate.
“Easy, love,” he soothed her, pressing a hand on her buttocks to still the motions of her lower body. “We’ll get there soon enough. Let me enjoy this, hmm? But more importantly, let me take care of you.”
And he proceeded to do just that - seducing her with almost maddening slowness, savoring each kiss and caress, smiling at each moan she made. He kept her on her hands and knees though he changed positions often, e
ven sliding underneath her body to gain access to her breasts. He licked her nipples, cupped her heavy, aching breasts, rubbed her quivering belly. He ran his hand over the lean muscles of her calves, giving them a squeeze, before doing the same to her feet. There wasn’t an inch of her body he didn’t touch, and it felt as though he was marking her, reminding her that she belonged to him in every way.
But even though his caresses traveled from head to toe and everywhere in between, he avoided the one part of her body where she craved his touch desperately, where she was soaking wet and so needy for him that tears spilled from her eyes when he continued to delay his full possession.
She gasped as he slid his palm up between her thighs, drawing tantalizingly close to her pubis, but skirting away just before he could touch her there.
“You’re very, very wet, aren’t you, love?” he crooned in her ear, rising up on his knees now to kneel just behind her. “I can feel it running down the inside of your thighs. Do you need to come, Tessa?” He traced his tongue around her earlobe. “Do you need to be fucked?”
She was almost sobbing now, her body aching for release. “Yes, yes!” she cried out in a low, hoarse voice. “Please, Ian. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Is this what you need?” he breathed, inserting just the tip of his penis inside her tight, sopping wet pussy.
Tessa whimpered, desperate for him to posses her fully, and pushed back in an attempt to take more of him inside her. “Yes,” she pleaded. “But more. All of it. Give me your cock, Ian. Fuck me harder than you ever have before.”
He growled in her ear, pressing his chest against her back. “You might regret asking me that, love. But since I can never deny you anything, your wish is my command.”
She screamed at the first hard, almost brutal thrust of his penis, feared at first that he would rip her in two despite how wet she was, how ready for him. He took her savagely, fucking her with the sort of deep, rapid strokes that threatened to take her over the edge all too quickly. Her legs grew wobbly from the ferocity of his possession, giving out from under her without warning. She collapsed face first onto the mattress, her arms too weak to hold her up, but this change in position didn’t slow Ian down for a second. His body kept hers pinned to the mattress as he took her hands in his and spread her arms out into a T, his hips still pistoning into her with unending force.
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