by Ali Parker
I almost groaned at the loss of our connection. It wasn't likely to happen again any time soon. What a change in attitude and direction for us. He was actually talking to me and I wasn't being a hormonal idiot. If we could just stay in the moment.
"So when I was a kid, there was this large saltwater eel that would swim by here every evening." He leaned over and I couldn't help but move my eyes down his thick back to the curve of his ass.
Stop it. Don't ruin the friendship he's trying to create.
"Here. Chloe. Come here. Look at this." He reached back and pulled me down. A large black snake-like fish moved through the water. I squealed and pulled from him as the heavens opened and the rain came down.
"Let's make a run for it." He stood and took my hand, running full sprint toward the parking lot.
I started to follow, but my heel got caught and I tripped. He turned in time to catch me, a soft laugh on his lips as he pulled me up and hoisted me in his arms. "Hold on tight. Let's hope I don't bust my ass too."
Chapter 18
Ian
I hadn't felt as free as I did with Chloe in my arms in a long time. The feeling scared the shit out of me and my first inclination was to run back to my cage and slam the door shut, but I forced myself to remain open to her.
She laughed as she slid down the front of my body, her hair wet and hanging in her face, her makeup a fucking mess. She was beyond breathtaking. I reached back on the bike and handed her a helmet as the rain continued to beat against us.
"Is it safe?" she asked before pulling the helmet up and pausing.
"Fuck no. Let's go." I chuckled as she gave me a sexy look and pulled the helmet on. I'd hoped she would get on the bike sometime with me, the feel of her arms around me just right. We had some shit to work through and I still needed to figure out how to go about being her bodyguard when I was so distracted with simply trying to weasel my way into her heart through her panties. Her heart? Did I want into her heart? I wasn’t sure, but the idea of being close to her left me wrapped in a warmth I yearned for. She wasn’t the childish bitch she pretended to be. Not by a long shot. I just needed to figure out who she was under the smoke and mirrors.
I was careful to get us across the bridge and back on the freeway that headed north to La Jolla. The roads were empty due to the rain and the fact that it was Sunday afternoon, which helped us turn a long trip in the rain into a shorter one.
I pulled up to the beach house and stopped the bike, twisting a little to help her get off and then climbing off myself and locking the hog up. "You all right?"
"Yeah," she whispered as the rain slowed. Her white dress clung to her, her pink panties and bra showing through the material like a beacon for my untapped lust.
"Fuck," I growled and turned back to the bike.
Her next question was all I needed.
"Did I do something?"
Sadness had swept back into her and it was due to me turning away from her. She was the most sensitive girl I'd ever met, or maybe she was just the first one I really paid attention to. My girl for most of my life, Amanda, didn't give a shit about anyone or anything. The bitch was mean and you simply said what you wanted and would be lucky if she gave you the time of day.
I shuddered and turned around, taking Chloe by the shoulders and looking down at her.
"No. I muttered fuck because your dress is almost translucent and I've been trying to keep my hands off of you for the last week. I've succeeded, but it's almost been the death of me."
A soft sigh left her, her features relaxing just before she wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted up, pressing her lips against mine. I was surprised by her reaction, and yet I’d been half hoping for it.
The growl that erupted out of me shook me to my core. I knew I had the hots for this chick, I just hadn't realized how fucking bad it was.
I pulled her close, locking her to my body and devouring her sweet mouth. She needed to know the pain and suffering she'd caused me. My tongue brushed by her lips before plunging into her mouth as I deepened the kiss.
The sensual moan that came from her caused my body to stiffen, my cock throbbing for the opportunity to pledge his devotion to the sexy little vixen as well.
I ran one hand down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing hard as she moaned again, rocking against me. Capturing her face in my free hand, I tilted her up a little and sucked at her mouth before moving down her jaw, licking and biting carefully.
"I've wanted you so fucking bad, Ian." She groaned my name, and the sound of her coming in the shower earlier that week slid past my mind.
"Wait. You know we can’t do this. Honestly… it’s a bad idea of both of us, but you mostly." I pulled back, my heart almost beating out of my chest. I brought my other hand up to cup her face, brushing a reassuring kiss across her lips. "I'm not a good guy, Chloe"
I kissed her again, my words meaning nothing seeing that I was slowly moving us toward the house in hopes of stripping her bare and licking every inch of her.
"Please don't." The neediness in her voice echoed my own, and I knew I couldn't deny her anything. "Don't reject me again."
I jerked back, shock rushing through me. "Again?"
Tears filled her eyes and I moved quickly, sweeping her off her feet and walking toward the back of the house as I pinned her with my stare.
"When did I reject you?"
"All week." Her voice broke as tears filled her eyes and rolled over onto her cheeks. She reached to wipe them away and I barked at her.
"No. Leave them. Just be you with me tonight. No one else. I just want to see the real you for as long as you’ll let me."
"Okay," she whispered and curled up against my chest. If I hadn't started to consider the possibility of something more than just sex, the fact that she needed me - that she wanted me - sent me over the edge of possibly.
"I never meant to reject you, but you know the rules of what I’m allowed to do and not do with you. I’ve been trying so damn hard to stick to them. I stopped by the back door and put her down as she glanced toward her feet and let out a shaky sigh.
“I hate rules,” she whispered and glanced up as her pretty pink tongue brushed by her bottom lip.
I was a fucking idiot. How could I not see how much she had tried to slip into my world? I had pushed back. Fear forced me to. Cole tried to warn me and Pauly was gently trying to nudge me to step up and be the man she needed me to, but I was blind.
Shaking my head at myself, I opened the door and reached for her, pulling her into the house and shutting the door. She began to shiver and I turned, forcing her into a tight hug. It was decision time. Was I fucking her and leaving the door open for me to lose the best job I might possibly get? Hell, it would most likely be over in a few months anyway. Indecision tore through me.
Fuck it.
“Tell me to stop, Chloe, because once I get started-”
“Stop talking so damn much and fulfill all the naughty thoughts in my head. Use me.” She reached for me as I shivered. I’d never use her in the way she was asking, but she didn’t need to know that. I leaned down and brushed my lips by the little bud of her nipple that protruded from the wet material of her dress before sucking it deep into my mouth and thrashing my tongue against it.
She groaned and slid her hand in my hair, pulling me in tighter as she whispered, “More.”
"Anything you want, baby." I pulled her dress up, biting at the sensitive nub as she whimpered low in her chest. Her skin was cold, but it wouldn't take me long to have her sweaty and moaning my name. Nothing in the whole universe would sound better.
I pressed my lips to her collarbone and licked across her chest as she worked to undo her bra. I was freezing in my wet clothes, but the moment was about her. Focusing on her and getting her to understand just how much I wanted to let her explore the possibilities with me. I needed to hear her come with her mouth pressed to my ear and my body stretching hers, forcing her to accommodate my size.
"My breasts
. Please, Ian." She arched her back as her bra dropped, her creamy white tits bouncing a little with her actions. I didn't need an invitation.
Sliding my hand around one, I pressed my lips to the other, sucking softly until I had most of it in my mouth. The sound of her pleasure tore something inside of me open. I had fucked a lot of women, but this was the first time in a long time that I wanted to make love, to take my time and adore her.
I spent a few more minutes on her breasts, needing to have her panting before sliding down her body and dragging her panties with me. Her sex was bare and beautiful.
"Fuck, that’s a wet dream." I slid my fingers over it as she shivered and groaned. Her knees went weak and I looked up at her. "Chloe, hold on tightly to my shoulders, baby. Tightly."
She bent over and grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging in a little.
"That's it." I reached up and grabbed her ass and pressed my mouth to soft, warm skin before standing and shifting to push her against the wall behind her. She yelped and I licked her one good time before looking up.
"Wrap your legs around me. Like a reverse piggyback ride on someone's shoulders." I held onto her as she shifted herself, the girl far more comfortable than anyone I'd seen. The position opened her body up to me, the glistening wetness from her excitement making my cock rock hard.
"Open your legs, baby and relax. Let me taste you," I whispered the last bit along her lips and pressed my face against her, sucking and licking until she was shaking. Her nails bit into my scalp, driving me to fuck her harder. She bent her knees and pressed her feet into the tops of my shoulders, leaving her fully exposed.
I brushed my nose down the center of her body and breathed in deep before lifting my eyes to hers. The distressed look on her face was beyond hot.
“You taste so fucking good.” I licked at her clit as she stiffened and moaned loudly. “You ready to come for me?”
“Yes. Please. Don’t stop.” She slid her fingers down the side of my head and pulled me in to finish the job.
The taste of her orgasm hit my tongue and I groaned, lapping at the center of her until she screamed for me to stop. It was the last thing I wanted to do.
Chapter 19
Chloe
It took me a little while to relax, the position Ian had me in was scary as hell. I was elevated off the floor, my legs wrapped around his neck as he worked me into a frenzy. How everything had moved from us being at each other's throats to fucking in the living room was beyond me, but I was willing to dive in as deep as he would let us. I wanted the passion I saw trapped inside of him. I needed it. Something to warm me, to bring me from the edge of nonexistence back to a life I wanted to live.
I closed my eyes and screamed his name over and over as I released myself to simply going with the intense pleasure that burst through the center of me. He seemed to enjoy it more than I did, the thick press of his tongue and deep groans setting my soul on fire.
Pushing at his head, I pulled back and let my ass drop a little to put my stomach in the assault zone for his tongue. "No more, Ian. Please."
"I want more. I need to taste you again." He licked at his wet lips and glanced up at me. His dark eyes were hooded as need rolled across his expression.
"God, you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen." I reached down and brushed my fingers along his face. "Put me down. Now."
He smiled and moved back, helping me slide down the front of his hard body. I realized how cold he must be. I wanted to see every inch of him, touch him, and run myself along him like the needy whore he made me want to be.
I pulled his shirt off, a soft gasp leaving me. I had almost forgotten how incredible his body was. Running my finger over the cross, I glanced up. "This is incredible. I love it."
"Well, you wanted to see where the tats go. I think you should be allowed the option of exploring until you’re satisfied that you’ve seen them all."
He smiled and I couldn't help but ask, “Seen them all?” I drew in a ragged breath. “I wanna taste them, not see them.”
“Fuck, Chloe.” He ran his fingers down the side of my wet hair and stained me with the neediness of his gaze.
"Do you have any down here?" I tugged at the front of his jeans before working to get them undone.
"No, but fuck me if I didn't think about getting a few on my cock in case you were really as nuts about them as you seemed." He laughed and the sound was bright and warm.
I pulled him close and kissed him hard as his hand slipped into my hair. The salty flavor of my pleasure rolled over my tongue and I deepened the kiss as he ground into me.
"I don't need any marking on you to want your cock." I bit my lip and finished working on his jeans. Sliding my hands down into them, I pushed around to the swell of his ass and shoved the jeans down. He wasn't wearing undies, not that I was surprised.
"It's all yours, baby." He brushed a hand down my throat, squeezing a little as he reached the base, his eyes lighting up. The dominance in his hold on me was electrifying. He was the right man to guard my body, but some part of me wanted him guarding it from all others so that it might only belong to him. I needed him to want me, to need me. It was a far cry from anything that would happen, but sex was a good start.
I moved my gaze to run down the length of him, his erection hard and ready for my attention. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the swollen tip. I brushed my hand down the thickness, groaning softly and leaning against him as he kept his tight hold on me.
"Move with me to the couch so I can taste you." I licked at his mouth and he pulled me in close, sucking my tongue deep into his mouth as we groaned in tandem.
I tightened my hold on his dick, wanting to remind him that I was in control for the next few minutes. He pressed his teeth against my tongue and I groaned before moving back. He released me and stepped back, kicking his jeans behind him.
"Go sit on the couch, Chloe."
I nodded and moved to the couch, sitting down and keeping my eyes on him. So much for being in charge. Something told me he wasn't the kind of man who let anyone have control for even a moment.
He walked toward me, stroking himself once before stopping in front of me and tilting his cock toward me, rubbing it along my lips just before I leaned in to take it. Tease.
"Is it horrible that I've imagined you sucking me off a million times in the last week? I've never wanted a woman as bad as I want you. It’s fucking disturbing."
I smiled and glanced up at him as I flicked my tongue across the tip. "Say please."
He chuckled and slid his free hand into my hair. "Hush, baby doll. Just open wide and take control the only way I'll allow it. You set the pace and suck as hard as you want. That’s all you’re getting from me."
I moaned at the strength in his voice, the commanding grip of his fingers. I leaned over and took him into my mouth as my fingers wrapped back around him, both of my hands working to bring him over the edge far faster than I was sure he was used to.
I worked him harder and faster until he was thrusting deep into my mouth. I hadn't ever taken a man quite like this, but I put myself fully into it, wanting him to melt underneath the pressure of my attack.
"Oh fuck, baby." He glanced down at me as the muscles of his thighs locked up. "No more, Chloe. I'm gonna come."
He moved and I gripped the back of his thighs, pulling him back deep into my throat. I gagged as he threw his head back and exploded. I'd never made it to that point with oral sex, so I did the only thing I could think to. I swallowed and sucked harder, the sound of his orgasm causing me to pull more, needing to hear him in ecstasy for at least a little longer.
The pressure on my shoulders caused me to break the suction and I sat up, licking at my fingers before I leaned down and brushed my tongue over his sack.
"Shit, Chloe," he growled and took a step back. "You're trying to kill me, you naughty little trick."
I laughed and stood up, brushing my hands up his chest as hard emotion pumped through me. He’d com
e out to the island to save me, not for Pauly, but because he wanted to. There could be far more between us than I wanted to allow myself to even consider. It was dangerous and unfair to both of us. We lived in different worlds and came from different places.
"If I wanted you dead. You would be."
He popped my ass as I moved past him, feeling far more beautiful than I ever could remember feeling before.
"Get in the bed and get ready for a long night of fucking. I can't even bring myself to tell you of all the ways I've imagined taking you. You'd think I had a sex addiction."
"I wish you did." I smiled and turned the corner to the bedroom. The rain beat against the window and a calm settled over the top of me.
Working quickly, I tugged the curtain back and pressed my hands against the glass as the wind and rain worked to scream their dominance.
Ian moved up behind me, sliding his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts. He pressed himself to my back, rubbing his cock over the curves of my rear as he licked at the soft skin below my neck.
"Do you have condoms?" He pressed his lips to the opening of my ear.
"I don't know if I do. I'm clean though." I turned and glanced up at him.
He chuckled. "I figured that, baby. I'm worried about creating a little guy together."
"Oh. You don't want kids?" I realized how stupid the question was in the midst of our passion. Talk about helping a guy lose his erection.
"I do eventually, but not right now, silly woman." He kissed me and brushed himself by my ass again. "Have you had anal sex before?"
I stiffened. "No. It scares me."
He turned me and took my hand, leading me to the bed and nodding toward it. "Get up there and let me have you."
I moved onto the sheet and turned, laying back and glancing down at him. He ran his hands down the front of my body, squeezing at my breasts as he growled and licked at his mouth. He crawled onto the bed and moved over the top of me, hovering in dominance for a minute.