The wall behind me disappeared, interrupting a battle of tongues and lips. I yelped, nearly toppling backward. The door we were making out against opened. Ian's arm around my waist kept me from falling on my ass. A giggling couple snickered an apology as they walked out, straightening their clothes and smoothing their hair.
Ian took advantage. He stepped into the now empty room and pulled me in. The door slammed shut behind us. He drew me into the circle of his arms, kissing me desperately.
"Tell me you want this," he whispered against my lips. He held a tight handful of my dress in his fist, the material twisted. I could feel his restraint, could feel him fighting with himself to not tear it off. He pulled back, eyes blazing, hungry and intense. "Tell me you want me."
I heard his unspoken words.
Tell me you want only me.
"I want you, Ian. Only you."
He growled and ravaged my lips, kissing me for long minutes. Our mouths moved together perfectly. He tangled his free hand in my hair, pulling me closer, kissing me deeper.
I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the taut muscles shifting under his shirt. I clawed into the thin material, tugging at it. He broke our kiss for the one brief second it took to pull it off.
I nearly whimpered at the sight in front of me. Firm, smooth skin, hard as rock. I ran my hands up his chest, my eyes following the path. He was beyond gorgeous.
Ian grew impatient. He lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist. One hand cupped the back of my thigh, bringing my leg up around his hip. The hard length of him pulsed against the thin cotton of my panties. A flood of heat washed over me. An ache made itself known between my legs. His bare chest hadn't been enough. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel him.
I reached down and explored his thick shaft through his pants. Ian let out a soft sound of pleasure, encouraging me to continue. I grasped his belt and slowly unbuckled the strap. He stopped breathing. The sound of the metal zipper drawing down was loud, the only sound in the room aside from our heavy breathing.
Ian hissed as I reached inside and wrapped my fingers around him. The muscles in his shoulders tensed. He was long and thick, burning hot and rapidly hardening under my touch.
I stroked up and down slowly, making sure to use a light touch. He bucked his hips into my hand, trying to get more of that delicious friction. I pulled back, keeping the pace slow and even. I thought of a thousand different things I could do with that hard shaft. A thousand things he could do to me. My inner muscles clenched and throbbed.
I twisted my wrist as I stroked up the head. Ian's control snapped. He gripped my waist tight and hoisted me up. I wrapped my arms and legs around him instinctively, squeezing with my thighs. Once I was secure he swung us around. He easily lifted me, striding the five steps it took to reach the king-sized bed.
Ian threw me down, watching me bounce a few times from the force of it. I raised myself up on my elbows, taking the moment's reprieve to catch my breath. He kicked off his pants and stood there, looming over me. I wet my lips at the sight of him naked, hard and thick in front of me.
His eyes glinted, mischievous yet scorching hot. "You want me?"
"Yes," I exhaled shakily.
"Take off your dress."
I paused for a moment, meeting his eyes, then pulled it over my head. I was left in my strapless bra and panties. His eyes blazed as they roved over every inch of me, a predatory look crossing his face. Goosebumps rose up on my arms, shivers running through me.
"Take off your bra."
I complied, reaching behind me to undo the hooks. When it was unfastened, I slowly removed it from my chest, taking my time to reveal every inch of skin.
"Fucking tease," Ian breathed, but the tilt of his lips told me he loved it.
When my breasts were free I threw the bra at him. He caught it out of the air with one hand.
"A souvenir," I said playfully.
"What if I want a different souvenir?" His eyes flashed. "Take off your panties."
My breath caught in my throat. The thin cotton was already damp with desire. I lifted my hips and slid my panties down my thighs, past my ankles. I was completely naked, every part of me on display.
"You want to take these, too?" I twirled my panties around my finger, trying to hide my sudden nervousness.
His wicked smirk made my heart jump. "I'm going to take everything."
Mere moments later, Ian was kneeling between my legs. My thighs tried to clamp together automatically. Ian wouldn't let them. He spread my thighs with both hands, baring me to him. Calloused hands ran up and down my inner thighs. Thumbs rubbed circles on my skin, never quite reaching that one spot I wanted him to touch. The throbbing between my legs turned almost painful. I bit my lip as my inner walls clenched and unclenched. I wasn't sure if I should ask for what I wanted or stay quiet and let him take charge.
He glanced up from my center, eyes meeting mine.
"You want something?"
I swallowed heavily and nodded.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"I want you," I whispered, my breathing uneven. "I want you, Ian."
He darted down and sucked my clit into his mouth. I let out a shriek, my head thumping back onto the mattress, arms no longer able to hold myself up. His tongue flicked and swirled, his lips sucked and caressed. I let out a continuous series of squeaks and gasps. He played with me as expertly as he played his instrument.
The dark thought that I was just a toy to him briefly crossed my mind. I gave it a brutal shove away. All my attention went to the mouth pulling uncontrollable pleasure from my body.
Ian had me squirming and moaning, my hips bucking underneath him. He was so good at this, so good, and I was close to coming apart. All I needed was a little bit more—
Two fingers thrust inside me, curling up and I came with a choked cry. My insides throbbed around his fingers, squeezing them tight. Wetness flooded out of me, coating his hand. Sparks flew across my vision as golden sunshine flowed through me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was feel.
After long moments, I finally came down from the high. I was sprawled across the bed, trembling, limbs shaking with aftershocks. I craned my neck to find him smirking at me from between my legs.
I pulled him up for a fierce kiss, tasting myself on his lips. Running my hands along his muscled chest, I explored across the vast expanse of his broad, inked back. I wanted to touch him everywhere, to lay claim to every inch of skin.
He allowed me to draw him close, crawling up my body until his cock pressed against my hip. Somehow, he had grown even harder, even larger, while I'd been recovering from my earth shattering orgasm. It felt different. We weren't skin to skin. He must have put on protection while I'd been basking in bliss. I chided myself for not thinking of it sooner.
But I couldn't dwell on it. The feel of that stiff length, burning hot, ignited my lust all over again. I shifted my thighs until they were on either side of him, tilting my hips up to meet his.
"I want you, Ian," I whispered. "I need you."
"How do you want me?" The words were low, teasing. "You want it hard and fast?" He moved his hips in circles, the tip of his cock barely brushing the valley between my legs. I moaned, the throbbing ache inside me rising to a fever pitch.
"Or do you want me to fuck you nice and slow?" he continued. "Want me to draw it out until you can't take it anymore?"
I whined in the back of my throat, squirming and writhing underneath him.
"Hard and fast." I panted, my nails clawing into his back, utterly wanton.
His eyes flashed. "I'm going to make the whole mansion listen to you scream my name."
I squeezed my eyes shut, flushing with both embarrassment and desperate need.
"Tell me," he growled.
"Ian…" I breathed.
"Louder."
I opened my eyes, meeting his, a burning bright green. "I want you, Ian. Only you."
With one swift motion he buried himself insi
de me. I cried out as his thick cock speared me, inner walls parting around him. I gasped and panted, trying to take in air through shaky lungs. He stayed still for a moment, letting me get used to his size.
"Shh, sweetheart. Relax." The soft, cooing words were at odds with the hard thrust he'd given me. I throbbed and fluttered around him, that sweet ache inside me only growing stronger.
When my breathing calmed, he pulled out slowly. I exhaled a deep breath. He slammed back in and I cried out again, the desire inside me swelling, spiraling upwards. I clung to his shoulders, nail digging into skin, trying to keep myself from flying apart.
On and on he continued thrusting into me, filling me completely, until he couldn't possibly go any deeper. Then he changed the angle and proved me wrong, entering me even more fully.
I tossed my head back and forth, fingers fisting the bedsheets, trying to contain myself, but it was too late. He snuck one hand between my legs and pressed with his thumb, rubbing in circles. I clenched around him, squeezing tight.
"Ian!" I called out his name as my orgasm came crashing over me in one explosive wave, scorching every single nerve in a fiery blaze.
He let out a soft groan in my ear, his body quaking with his own release. His fingers found mine, lacing them in an almost painful grip.
We shuddered together, breathing heavily into each other's mouths, gazing into each other's eyes as we slowly regained our senses. Bit by bit our trembling ceased. Ian loosened the painful hold on my hands, but didn't let go. He kept our fingers clasped. I closed my eyes and thumped my head back onto the bed, gasping. I let out a moan as he slipped out of me, feeling every inch of his retreat. Moments later he was back at my side, one hand brushing through my hair. I sighed and relaxed into the mattress.
"I don't think you were loud enough."
I cracked open my eyes to find him looming over me, that familiar evil look on his face. "What do you mean?"
"Did you think we were done?" He trailed two fingers down my chest, down my stomach, to the apex of my thighs. I inhaled sharply. "I don't think the entire mansion heard you scream out my name yet."
By the time he was done with me, I couldn't remember my own name, let alone his.
Chapter Twelve
"What's got you so hot and bothered?"
I jumped, hiding my phone against my chest. Faith leaned over my shoulder for a peek.
Ian had been messaging me constantly since that night of the party, after we'd exchanged cell phone numbers.
"In case I need to get in contact with you for work. Or whatever." His eyes had been full of mischief.
That or whatever turned out to be the most explicit dirty talk I'd ever experienced, through text or in person.
I should have known he wouldn't be satisfied with fucking me into exhaustion. He had to continue teasing me about it, too. I wondered when he would give it up.
Or whether I wanted him to.
"Someone sure has a filthy mouth." Faith raised an eyebrow. I hadn't been fast enough to hide the screen.
Despite the late hour she was impeccably dressed, still wearing the slim cocktail dress she'd left the house in. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room with fuzzy pajama bottoms and a tank top, my hair in a messy ponytail. Not for the first time, a pang of envy went through me. She looked as good at midnight as she had when she left for work at six o'clock that morning.
"I didn't write the texts," I muttered.
Her eyes lit up as she removed pieces of jewelry one by one. "You got a boyfriend?"
"No."
"A boy toy?" she amended.
"No!"
"You hook up with someone?"
I ducked my head.
"Tell. Me. Everything." She kicked off her high heeled pumps with a contented groan. "Was it good? Was he hot?" She shook her head as I stammered. "Never mind, I know you're too shy to share the details."
I wasn't shy, exactly. If it had been a regular guy I would have dished everything. But Ian was a rock star. A playboy. He was known for breaking hearts. Faith knew as well as I did what guys were like. She knew how devastated I'd been the last time I'd fallen for some guy's lies. If I told her about Ian, she would only worry.
Then again, what Ian and I had was a one time thing. Everyone knew The Twins were the love 'em and leave 'em type. I was in no danger of getting attached, and therefore in no danger of getting hurt.
I couldn't take anymore of that.
But I knew there was no reason to worry. Ian would no doubt move on to the next girl within days.
Although from his text messages, he still enjoyed toying with me.
I re-read Ian's messages as Faith changed into her own pajamas.
So exactly how many times have you touched yourself thinking of that night?
I bet you'll never forget the feeling of my cock sliding inside you.
I loved how ready you were for me. How wet you were.
You made the most delicious sounds when I fucked you.
I should have made you wrap those pretty lips around my cock.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat.
Faith came back minutes later. I quickly hid my phone again as she flopped on the sofa next to me. She grabbed for the remote, flipping through channels. I bit my lip, debating.
"If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?"
She bolted upright and tucked her legs underneath her. "I knew it! You banged some guy at that party, didn't you?" Her expression turned concerned. "It wasn't one of those rock stars you're working with, was it?"
I knew I shouldn't have told her.
"Hope…" Faith said, worry in her voice. "Are you really sure you want to get involved with a guy like that? You know what that type is like."
"I know exactly what he's like. The kind of guy who can show a girl a wild night."
"And is that the only thing you're looking for?"
"Yes!" I said, exasperated. "It's not like I'm going to fall in love with him. It was a one time thing."
"As long as you know what you're getting into."
I faked a casual expression I didn't quite feel. "He's hot. He's into me. I figured, why not go for it?"
"I guess that's fine. As long as he was a gentleman."
The memory of Ian asking if he should fuck me hard and fast made me squirm. "Um."
"Okay, fine, as long as he wasn't selfish about it."
"He definitely was not."
"That reminds me. I ran into one of those assholes when I dropped off your sketches."
"You saw someone famous? Who?"
"I don't know. Some arrogant jerk. Probably an actor. He came on strong. Like he expected me to fall over myself to be with him then and there."
I snorted. "Sounds about right. Most of the guys I work with are like that."
"Including Mr. Sexting?"
My phone buzzed again before I could answer.
"That him?" Faith asked. "I thought it was a one time thing."
"He just likes to tease me," I mumbled. "He does it to everyone."
As soon as I said it, a lump of something dark and heavy settled into my stomach.
Of course he did it to everyone. He would toy with me for a few days, sending me dirty messages to make me blush, and then he'd get bored and move on.
But they weren't always dirty.
You looked so beautiful lying on that bed, naked and wanting.
Your lips were like heaven.
I loved the way you whispered my name.
I just knew you were something special.
Those messages made me lightheaded and dizzy. They made my heart flutter like a thirteen year old girl with her first crush. They were almost… sweet. Sweet enough to leave me breathless.
But the majority of it was pure and utter filth.
I squirmed, trying to ignore the arousal rising between my legs, trying to ignore the liquid heat threatening to dampen my panties. It was no use.
"I'm going to bed."
"Okay. 'Night." Faith flicked through channels, unaware of my little problem. She liked to unwind with trashy reality TV after a long day.
I headed to my bedroom and closed the door. I slipped under the covers and closed my eyes. I forced myself to inhale and exhale steadily, trying to induce sleep.
It didn't work. I couldn't stop my hand from drifting down my stomach. I couldn't stop myself from going further, until my fingers were between my legs. I was already so wet. I let out a soft moan.
Even with him miles away, Ian still drove me crazy.
Chapter Thirteen
My body buzzed with nerves, both fear and excitement fighting for control. It was finally time to meet with the band to present my ideas for their new concept.
I'd been working on this for weeks, but still stayed up until nearly dawn sketching out last minute ideas before my meeting with the band. I'd only caught a few hours of sleep. I'd proposed an entirely new image and concept for the album on the spot, but I'd barely fleshed out the details myself. I needed something concrete to show them.
How the hell do you represent the rise and fall of a relationship through clothing, photoshoot props, and other material objects? It was one thing to write a song about passionate sex. It was another to have a person embody those emotions physically.
I wasn't entirely satisfied with what I put together, but it was a good start. This was an amazing opportunity. I didn't want to screw it up.
There was one problem, though.
I couldn't suppress the small part of me that quaked inside at the thought of seeing Ian again.
I wondered what he would think of my idea for him and his brother. I also hoped he wouldn't act overtly suggestive in the meeting. I didn't want to get distracted and I knew I wouldn't able to keep my composure if he toyed with me like he'd been doing. Would he be as flirtatious? Or was his attention short-lived? He certainly knew how to throw me off balance. He no doubt thrived on it.
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