by Ali Parker
"And a bottle of liquor and an ax, if we're being honest." I laughed and handed her my id as I scanned the crowd near the bar.
"I love it." She laughed. "Have fun tonight, Ian, and if you're looking for a good time, the bar closes at two, but the party starts at three."
"Great. Thanks so much." I moved into the bar and worked my way through a handful of people to stop beside the bar top near the dance floor. The place was huge, and not my style at all, but it didn't matter. I wasn't planning on staying long.
I felt a little under-dressed in my jeans and black t-shirt, but with the number of bodies in the room, no one was going to be able to single me out either way.
"What'll it be tonight, man?" One of the bartenders tapped on the bar between us.
"I'll take a corona with a lime, please." I turned and licked at my lips as my eyes moved along the hot bodies covering the dance floor. The beat was deep and slow, and the strobe light added to the drug-induced feel of the place. I spotted her a minute before turning back to the bar.
Tight black dress that rode up her thighs, slinky black heels and long blond hair that played along the steep curve of her breasts. Her eyes were only for me, and the minute we locked gazes I knew.
"I want you," I mouthed and licked my lips.
She nodded and turned her back to me, dancing so provocatively without even trying. I had no problem visualizing her naked, her black G-string riding in between the crack of her ass, beckoning me to run my fingers along it. Every part of my body woke up and screamed for connection.
"You want a tab, man?" The bartender glanced down at me and lifted his eyebrow.
"Naw. This is good." I paid the man and walked to the floor.
A smile played along my lips as she glanced over her shoulder and turned to try and find me. The slight frown on her mouth caused my cock to twitch. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her. The fact that she was up and moving, looking so fucking good and right caused my heart to constrict in my chest. She'd almost died in my arms two weeks earlier. Her death would have thrown me over the edge of reality into a darkness I wasn't sure I could have come back from.
"Fuck me for wanting love." I lifted my beer to my lips as I worked my way through the sea of bodies. The plan was to sneak up behind her, and by the looks of things, it was going to work brilliantly.
She gasped as I slid my hand around her waist and pressed it to her flat stomach before moving up behind her and rolling my hips. I leaned down and brushed my nose by her ear.
"How is it that you've got my cock rock hard and we've not even touched yet?" I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, wanting the sweet smell of her skin to stain my lungs.
"We're touching now." She rested her hand over mine and gripped my thigh with her free one. "Unless you were hard before you got here, and I'm not thinking that I had much to do with that."
"All I gotta do is think about you, Chloe." I kissed the side of her neck and slid my hand farther down her stomach to rest my finger on her mound, tapping softly. "How are you, pretty girl? Your chest okay?"
She gripped my hand and pressed my fingers tightly against her as she rolled her hips, her ass massaging my erection in ways that would have me coming in the middle of the dance floor if I weren't careful. I finished my beer and handed it to one of the waitresses that rushed along the edge of the dance floor.
Chloe turned and slid her hands up my chest. "I'm good. I don't want to talk about any of that tonight. I have to leave tomorrow for a trip to New Hampshire, but I needed to see you one more time. Like a goodbye fuck?"
The innocence in her eyes was almost gone, and I lamented at her losing it so fast. Getting kidnapped and shot will do that to a person.
"I like the sound of that." I leaned down and brushed my fingers down her face before licking at her lips. "Where is your bodyguard?"
Her hands moved from my chest, over my sides and down to grab my ass. "He's right here."
I smirked and slid my fingers into her hair as I followed her lead, gripping the top curve of her luscious ass with the other. It was going to feel so far beyond incredible to sink into her. She had to be sloppy wet due to a combination of the alcohol, the music and anticipation of what she knew I'd do to her once I got her alone.
"Where are we going tonight, Chloe?" I pulled at her hair, forcing her to look up at me. The need in her blue eyes blistered my resolve to be soft at all. We weren't making love. We were fucking and I more than needed a night like the one that was coming my way.
"Your place. Let's go." She lifted to her toes and pressed her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth and groaning against my lips.
I opened up and pressed my fingers down her ass, cupping it tightly and pressing into the softness of her body as she whimpered loudly. So needy and ripe for the taking.
It was me that broke the kiss, though it pained me to do it.
"Do you have your bike?" She gripped my hand as I turned and walked toward the parking lot.
"Yeah. I don't have another working vehicle right now. You wanna take it, or did you bring the beamer?"
"I brought my car too, but Jessica has the keys." She bumped into the back of me as I stopped short.
"Fuck. Do we need to get Jessica?"
"No, handsome. She can get home." She walked by me and grabbed my t-shirt to pull me toward the bike. "Drive fast. I'm aching for you."
"You’re preaching to the choir." I got on the bike and offered her my hand.
She got on behind me and tucked herself against my back. The idea of her skirt rolled up to her thighs left my heart racing, my body stiff as fuck.
"Hold on, precious." I started the bike and pulled out into the night as she slid her hands down to cup my dick, scratching softly as her teeth pressed into my back.
I wasn't going to make it to the house before I pulled over and drove into her with all the anger and frustration I had over not seeing her for the last two weeks. It was hell on earth, but tonight was about recapturing a piece of heaven.
Chapter 8
Chloe
I was almost shaking by the time we pulled up to his place, so much so that the idea of the rundown apartment didn't bother me one damn bit. As long as I was with him... I didn't care if we fucked in a backwoods shed with wild animals watching for sport.
He killed the engine, helped me off the bike and stood next to me without a word. The thick lump at the front of his jeans was much larger than I remembered, but maybe I was overthinking it. Need pumped through me, leaving my pulse to tick violently between my thighs, in the side of my neck, down my back.
"I like this dress." His dark eyes moved down my body as he squeezed my hand in his. "Did you wear it to fuck with me?"
"Did it do the job?" I turned and pressed my breasts against his arm as he worked to get the door opened with his free hand.
"You could wear a trash bag and I'd almost lose my load just looking at you, Chloe." He turned his face toward me as the door opened. "Is tonight all we get?"
"I'm not sure." I moved into the house and breathed in deeply. It smelled like flowers with a hint of garlic. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. I could make Ian take me to Taco Bell or some other insanely unhealthy place post-sex.
"Then let's make it count, hm?" He closed the door, dropped his key and moved up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around me and growling against my ear. "Anything I need to worry about with your stitches? Your wound all healed up?"
I pressed my ass against him and rolled my hips as electricity shot out from the center of my stomach as his strong fingers brushed by my sex.
"I'm all good. Just be careful of my right side just under my breast. It's just tender." I moaned as he walked forward, forcing me to take steps like a puppet under his control. He pressed me against the wall just beside the hallway and ground his cock against my ass.
"I owe you a life-debt." He moved my hair to the side and licked the back of my neck as his other hand moved around my side and gripped my left
breast, working the top of my dress down until only the silky material of my bra lay between my breast and his greedy fingers.
"No, leave the past in the past. Just touch me everywhere," I whispered roughly and pushed against the wall to reposition myself to where my hands were above my head, my palms pressed to the wall.
"Oh, baby. You have no idea how bad I wanna press my tongue," he licked my neck again, "my fingers," he flicked my nipple and gripped the bottom of my dress with his other hand, tugging it over my hips before sliding his finger along the top of my panties, "my cock," he rolled his hips, pressing hard against my ass as his hand slipped into my panties and parted me open.
"Fuck," I groaned and rocked against his hand.
"It's all mine tonight, right, baby? Just mine?" He cupped my pussy, his middle finger rolling slowly as his tongue danced along the side of my neck, against my ear, just under my jaw.
"Just yours, Ian. Take it all, please."
"Let's open you up, Chloe. Work your body into a relaxed position so I can tuck this huge cock deep inside of you. I know you can take it. I've seen you do it before."
"I remember." I groaned and rolled my hips forward, wanting him to penetrate me more than I'd wanted anything in forever.
"Good girl." He pressed his finger deep inside of me as I pushed against the wall and cried out. It wasn't going to take much with my body being so close to the edge from over-stimulation. "Wet my hand, baby. Come all over me."
I groaned and let my head drop back as he pumped his finger in and out of my body, adding another and pressing his teeth to the side of my neck as the world exploded. At some point during the orgasm, I'd pressed my foot to the wall, giving me the best angle to work myself harder. I came again with little effort.
"God, baby. You're so wet. Finish fucking yourself and go get on the kitchen table. I wanna clean up the mess you've made."
I whimpered and rolled my hips a few more times before letting my forehead touch the wall. I didn't care what kind of trouble I'd gotten myself in by losing Daniel. Fuck all of them. Being with Ian, if even for a few minutes, was worth all of it.
He moved back and pulled his hands from my body as I sagged against the wall and panted softly.
"Turn around." He gripped my hips and turned me before pulling my dress over my head and tossing it back toward the living room. His eyes moved down my body as I pressed my palms to the wall and took another shaky breath. "Damn. Fuck me for not taking care of you, baby."
"Hush." Tears blurred my vision as he gripped my shoulders and leaned in, dipping his head down to kiss my wound several times. I moved around him and walked to the table, crawling up on it carefully and glancing over my shoulder as I rested on my hands and knees. Modesty was out the window with need taking control of my actions. I had no choice but to follow his lead and simply pray that he wouldn't let up until I was drowning from his affection.
"Goddamn, Chloe. You unfair bitch." He brushed his hands over my ass before pulling my panties down to my knees and pressing a kiss to the back of my thigh. "You know I'll want more than tonight."
"Sorry," I mumbled and arched my back as he dropped down into the chair behind me and gripped my thighs, forcing me backward into an odd angle. The firm press of his mouth against my sex left my heart almost stopping. "God."
"Mhmm," he mumbled against my flesh before pressing slow, firm licks up my body, not leaving one part of me untasted.
I closed my eyes and slid my hands out in front of me before pressing my face to my clenched fists. So much pleasure. So intense and right.
His hands gripped my ass and opened me up farther as he pressed his mouth in tightly and sucked hard. Pleasure shot out like tendrils from the center of my body to stretch along my back and legs. He groaned loudly and licked faster, harder as the table shook.
"So delicious, woman." He brushed his thumbs over my lips and up my ass, playing with the most intimate part of my body as he tongued me over the edge of ecstasy again and again.
I could barely hold myself up by the time he moved back and helped me off the table.
"I want more," he mumbled and turned me to face him.
I slid my hands up his chest and pulled at his t-shirt. "Get your clothes off. I'm half naked and you're still dressed. How is that fair?"
"Nothing ever is in my world." He popped the front of my bra. "Get it off. Now."
I worked on it as he pulled his shirt over his head and worked his jeans down his thick legs. He was something to behold, the carved muscles of his stomach and chest the very places I wanted to spend my nights, pressed to him, lost to his strength. His cock stood proud and huge, nestled by a soft patch of black hair that I couldn't help but reach out and run my fingers through.
He gripped my wrist and pulled my in closer. "You're so beautiful. You have no clue how easy it would be to get lost in you.”
"I thought that's what we were doing tonight." I smiled and stroked the thick length of him before pressing my breasts to his chest and wrapping a leg over his hip. "Fuck me against the wall. Hard and fast."
"Anything you want. Let me just grab a condom first." He leaned down and made love to my mouth as I clung to him, my mind so far lost to the carnality of how good it was going to feel to have him bury himself inside of me. It was a shame that he didn't belong there, that tonight was a parting of something so right.
I moved to his bedroom, following him as I coveted the thick swell of his perfect ass. I wanted to sink my fingers into it or perhaps my teeth. I cupped him as he worked a condom on with his back to me.
"Your fucking bodyguard should be fired." He turned and gripped my waist, picking me up and walking toward the wall behind me as I wrapped my arms around him.
I slid down the length of his cock, his thick head brushing by my clit as I cried out loudly.
"I hate them all." I dug my nails into his upper back as I tightened my arms around his neck and rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him as he gripped my ass tightly and lifted me again.
"Run away with me." He kissed me hard as tears blurred my vision again. That would be the answer to everything. To leave town with him, but my father wasn't at all what he appeared to be. His career meant everything, and if I fucked up the remaining picture of what his model family looked like, he would find a way to make me pay for it, I had no doubt. It was unfair to drag Ian any farther into it.
"Stop talking and fuck me." I hit the back of my head against the wall as he pressed himself into me, the thickness of his body creating a friction I could come to worship. How quickly I could find myself addicted to him and all he was capable of.
"What the lady wants." He grunted loudly and used his tight hold on my ass to work himself in and out of me until he'd made room and enough lubrication to do anything he wanted to. "The lady gets."
His lips pressed against mine as he rocked himself against me for what seemed like forever. There wasn't a place he didn't touch, a word he didn't whisper into my ear.
"Hold my neck tightly. I want in farther tonight." He pressed his teeth to my jaw and sucked softly.
I nodded and cried out as I lifted up off his cock and gripped his neck as tight as I could, flattening my breasts against his thick chest. The light sheen of sweat between us only made the moment more sensual.
He moved one arm at a time, slipping his forearm under my knee and pressing his hand to the wall. He finished and smiled as he brushed his lips by mine.
"Take a deep breath and get ready to come again." He licked my lips softly as his eyes locked on to mine. "Scream my name. Loudly."
"Anything you want." I ran my hand down the back of his head as he pressed in slowly, his position laying me flat against the wall and giving him room to tuck every inch of himself inside of me.
I cried out as my stomach contracted. He chuckled and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, thrusting hard and fast until we both came together in an orgasm that seemed to last almost too long. We finished and he pulled out and helped me to
stand in front of him.
"Wow. Fuck, my vision is messed up." He laughed and pulled me close to him. "I've never had an orgasm like that. Fucking crazy."
"So good," I whispered against his chest and turned to pull him down into a long string of kisses.
"You want more? A shower? A nap and then we go again?"
"No. It's almost midnight and I need to fly out for New Hampshire early in the morning. Take me back to the club."
"What? No." He took my face into his hands as his expression hardened. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Ian, I don't have that much time. The sex was incredible, but I have to get back." I kissed him once more and moved past him in the hallway to walk toward the living room. I wasn't going to make it much longer without breaking down. My father was forcing me away from the one thing that I knew without a doubt would make life better, sustainable. But it wasn't mine to have.
"Chloe, really? That's it?" He stopped behind me as I pulled my panties over my legs and grabbed my bra.
"Please don't make this hard or awkward. We wanted another night together, and we got it. Or at least that's what I wanted. I needed to feel you against me again."
"Awkward? Right." He turned and walked to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, "Give me a minute to clean up and I'll drop you off at the club. You're right. Great fuck. Nothing more."
He was pissed, and I couldn't blame him. I was too.
Chapter 9
A Week Later
Ian
It had been the longest fucking week of my life. It seemed those were all I had anymore. Long, painful weeks where I was stuck in my head, trying to work through something that didn't matter anymore. Chloe was out of my life for good, up in New Hampshire with her dad, and I longed for her in ways that debilitated me at times. It wasn't healthy, and yet I couldn't pull myself past it.