I stepped inside and he closed the door and then he said, “Damn, I missed you.” He opened his arms but he looked like he wasn’t sure if he should hug me or not. I stepped into them and he wrapped me up in his strong arms. It felt really good to be there. “I’m glad you came,” he said.
“Me too.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. He went into the little kitchen and took out two plates. He handed me one and then opened both of the giant pizza’s he’d ordered. One was half cheese and half pepperoni. The other was half all meat and half bacon and jalapeno.
“I forgot to ask what you like on your pizza,” he said. I laughed, “I like it all,” I said. “But I hope you’re really hungry or you like leftover pizza because I don’t think we’ll be able to eat all of this.”
“I’m really hungry,” he said. “And I love leftover pizza.” He grinned and said, “You first.” I took a piece of the bacon and jalapeno and one of the all meat. He smiled again and said, “My kind of girl. Beer or soda?”
“Water?”
He made a face and said, “All I have is tap.”
“That’s fine.”
He looked relieved, like he was afraid I would be mad about the water. He grabbed me a glass of and filled it with ice before he put the water in it and then grabbed himself a beer. We took it all into the living room and sat on the couch with it. We started eating and I said, “So when’s your next fight?”
“Next week,” he said. “I can’t believe you were there the other night and you didn’t even say hello.”
“I was embarrassed by my behavior the last time I saw you and not even sure if you’d want to see me or not.” I decided it was best to be honest.
“Well, for future reference, I always want to see you.”
It made me feel all warm inside when he said that. “I saw your mom earlier.”
“You did? Where?”
“I was out for a run so I stopped by. We had tea and cookies. It seems her amazing son brought them by.”
He looked embarrassed but then he asked, “Did she really say that?”
“I’m not sure I recall the exact words, but something to that effect. She also said that you’ve been their rock and they couldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.”
He had a weird look on his face and for a second I was afraid I said the wrong thing. Then all of a sudden he said, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For going to see her for one thing. Other than family…most of which live out of town, hardly anyone goes over anymore. It’s understandable. People don’t know what to say and it’s so depressing over there. But I know that she had to be so happy to see you.”
“She acted like she was. I told her I would go back by soon. Maybe I can coax her out for lunch or something.”
“That would be great. She needs to get out. Thank you.”
I laughed, “You don’t have to keep saying thank you. I genuinely love your parents. I spent as much time with them growing up as I did my own dad. I feel bad that it took me so long to go see her. I’ve been really selfish.”
“Don’t say that. You were dealing with your own grief. If anyone understands that, it’s my mom.”
“I guess,” I said. “It was harder when you and I weren’t talking. I was more prone to lapsing into feeling sorry for myself.”
“Me too,” he said.
He looked sincere and I knew again that I wasn’t alone.
I ate both pieces of my pizza and for some reason that seemed to make Ian really happy. He kept saying he liked a woman who would eat. After we put our dishes away he said, “You want to watch a movie or something?”
“Sure.” He put on a video. It was one of the Fast and Furious ones…twelve or a hundred, whatever number they’re on. It’s not my favorite movie but I wasn’t going to complain. I was getting to spend time with Ian and Vin Diesel was in the movie. It was a win/win. Ian reached over and put his arm around me while we were watching it. It felt so comfortable and so right to be with him. I snuggled down into him and let myself fantasize that I lived here with him. I wondered what it would be like to wake up every morning in his arms. I pictured us making our meals together and me fixing things up so it didn’t look like such a man’s house. I could even see the color of the walls and the curtains I would hang. I had all of these thoughts before I even realized it and caught myself. We had barely started dating. And so far, I’d already called it quits on us twice for stupid reasons. We weren’t even close to being ready to live together. It was a fun fantasy though, so I guess it’s okay. Anything fun these days, although abstract is a good thing.
“Hey Alexa?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
I giggled. “For what now?”
“For being here. You know how my mom said I’ve been their rock?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you’ve been mine. I really don’t know how I would have survived this without you.”
I turned my face towards his and said, “Me neither, without you.”
He leaned in and kissed me softly…just a light brush of his lips against mine, but it sent jolts of electricity down my spine. Once again I thought about how right it felt to be here. He pulled me back so that my upper back was against his chest and while we watched the movie, he brushed his hand through my hair. I felt him lean his face into it and inhale and then I think he kissed my head. I don’t know why, but for some reason that seemed really intimate and I liked it a lot. After a few more minutes he said, “You want to see something really cool?”
“Always,” I said. I felt him getting up and I wanted to change my answer. I didn’t want him to go anywhere.
“I’ll be right back.” He went into his room and came back out with a magazine. He sat back down next to me and I could see that it was a UFC magazine with some big, burly guy on the front. He flipped it open to a page that had been dog-eared and then laid it across my lap. He pointed to the small article at the bottom of the page. It was one of those, “Up and Coming” interviews where they only ask about five questions. The photo was of Ian in his fight gear. It said, “Interview with MMA’s current star. Is Ian Michaels UFC’s future?”
“Wow, Ian! That is cool. I knew you were good. I didn’t know you were a star.”
“I’m not sure how you missed it,” he said, “I shine so brightly.”
I laughed, “That’s true. I’d have to be blind.” I read the little interview. It asked him where he grew up and how he became interested in fighting. There was a part in there where they asked him if he was married, single or in a relationship, for all the female fans who lust after him. It said single and I felt a tiny little tickle of jealousy. It was quickly replaced with one of pride. I was here with him. Not them. Let them lust.
“When did you do this?”
“It was about three months ago. I kind of forgot about it with…everything going on. I wouldn’t have even known it came out if they hadn’t emailed me.”
“Did you show your mom?”
“Nah, she doesn’t want to see stuff like this, especially now.”
“What do you mean? She’s so proud of you. I bet she would love this.”
“Did she say that…that she was proud of me?”
The poor thing really had no idea. He seemed so confident on the outside, but things like that made me wonder. “Not exactly, but I can see it all over her face when she talks about you.”
“She won’t watch me fight.”
“It’s hard, Ian. I don’t think I could watch one of my kids do it. It’s hard for me to watch you sometimes.”
“But you come anyways.” I could tell it really bothered him that his mom didn’t.
“Yes I do. I love it. I just get a little freaked out when you’re getting hit. Does your dad come see you sometimes?”
“Not often. I guess it’s hard on them.”
“I’m sure. But I really think they’d
like to see this. The hard part is watching what you do. Worrying about you getting hurt. I don’t think it stops them from being proud of you.”
“Maybe when they’re feeling better,” he said. It was sad to me that he didn’t seem to know how much his parents thought of him. I wasn’t just blowing smoke when I told him how proud his mom looked when she talked about him. He had really stepped up for them after Emma died. I wasn’t sure he knew how much that meant to them.
“I think definitely. You have to show them. This is awesome.”
“I will then,” he said. He looked happy that. He took it back out of my hand and set it aside and then he wrapped me up in his arms again. This time he kissed me. I loved the feel of his full lips against mine. I let my mouth fall open so he could slide his tongue in and I leaned back into the couch and let him explore my mouth. He’s an amazing kisser. His kisses are the stuff that dreams are made of and fantasies are born from.
I felt one of his hands in my hair again. It wasn’t brushing softly anymore. He was wrapping his fingers up in it and tugging my head back. When my neck was exposed he slid his mouth down and put his lips there. He sucked his way across it, causing me to shiver with desire. I love the way he touches me. The only problem with it ever is when he stops. He stopped after a few minutes and pulled his head up to look at me with those pretty blue eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a breathless voice. “I’m not letting you watch the movie.”
“What movie?” I asked him. He grinned and came back in for another kiss. This time he lay back and pulled me so that I was lying up on his chest. We kissed passionately and I could feel him getting hard underneath me. I broke our kiss and found his neck. I let my tongue run across the pulsating artery there and then I kissed my way across it, finally ending at the side of it where it meets his shoulder. I lightly bit down on the flesh there and I heard him moan. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch and rubbed his erection up against me. We both moaned.
“Alexa?” he said in a breathless voice.
“Yes?”
“You know I didn’t call you over here just for this, right?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, I know. But it’s all I came for, this and the pizza.”
He laughed, “You are really my kind of girl.”
Chapter Eleven
Alexa
“You want to go to my bedroom?” he whispered in a husky voice. “Or do you want to be wild and adventurous and do it right here on the couch?”
“Right here,” I said. He grinned at me and wrapped his right hand back up in my hair. He held it there while he kissed me. His hands soon traveled down to my hips and pulled me in tighter. He moved his lips to my neck and began to kiss across it. I was dying to touch him so while he did that, I ran my hands up underneath his shirt. He reached down and grabbed it by the hem and pulled it off. He tossed it aside and said, “I didn’t want you to be inhibited.”
“Thank you,” I said with a giggle. I put my hands back on him. His skin was so warm and his body so hard and sexy. I was surprised as I felt him pull me up into his lap. He leaned his head back into the couch and I straddled him. He reached back as we kissed and slid his hands underneath my skirt. He grabbed my ass through my panties and began to massage and knead it while we kissed. After a while when we came up for air, he used the hands on my ass to push me up so I was not straddling him right across where his cock was pressing hard against the inside of his jeans. He reached down and took hold of both my shirts at the same time, deftly pulling them over my head and tossing them aside. Then he reached around and unhooked by bra and as soon as it fell away, he buried his face in my breasts just rubbing it back and forth across them.
“You’re so hot,” he said.
“It’s hot in here.”
He looked up at me and grinned.
“Are you hot baby?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out. He leaned forward and reached behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing until he leaned back. He opened his hand and showed me that he’d taken an ice cube out of my water glass.
“Let me see if I can cool you off,” he said. He touched the ice cube against my right nipple. It was a completely new sensation for me. I loved it.
"How’s that baby?" he asked me as he rubbed it across my excruciatingly hard nipple.
“Mmm!” I said with a shiver. “Better.” I could feel a warm wet patch forming between my legs as the ice dripped and slid a slow path down my chest to my belly.
He moved the ice over to my other nipple. That one was already hard. It suddenly felt like it was going to burst. “That better baby? Are you cooling off?”
“Oh God, Ian.” My breath was coming in short gasps now.
“What baby?” he said in that sexy voice. He reached back again and got another cube of ice. He slipped it into his mouth and then he took one of my nipples in with it. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me. Sensations like nothing I’d ever felt were shooting through my body.
“Oh fuck! Ian! Oh!”
He sucked on that one for a while, making sure to wrap his tongue with the ice cube on it around my nipple as he did. I was bouncing my wet pussy up and down against him now, moaning. He moved over to the other one and gave it the same treatment. The ice was melting fast and water was dripping out of his mouth and sliding down the front of me.
He pulled his mouth off when the ice cube was gone and said, “Cooler now?”
“No,” I said, barely able to breathe. “Hotter.”
He grinned and brought his lips up to kiss me. I put my hands on his face and opened my mouth. His tongue was cold and it felt so good against mine. After we kissed like that for a while, he closed his lips around my tongue and sucked it into his mouth. While he sucked on my tongue, I ran my hands down across his shoulders and down the well-defined muscles of his back. When he let go of my tongue he let his mouth travel down, leaving kisses across my face and my ear lobe until he made it to my neck. He had my tits cupped in his hands and he was tweaking the nipples. There were so many sensations at once. I felt like I was about to short-circuit.
When he reached my neck he licked across it and then he said, “After all of that, you’re skin is still so hot, baby.”
“Mm hmm,” I said, half mad with desire at this point. “You feel hot too.”
“Maybe we need more ice,” he said.
“You’re the expert,” I told him. He grinned at that and reached back for more. When he came back, I held out my hand.
“You want it?”
“I want it bad,” I told him. He grinned again and slid the ice cube into my palm. I took it and began to rub it across his chest. He lay back into the couch while I leaned down and let my tongue follow the trail of the ice. He still had his hands around both of my breasts and as I ran the ice cube across one of his nipples, he began to squeeze and pinch harder. When his nipple was standing at rapt attention I leaned down again and began to suck the cool water off of it. He moaned and shivered. “Are you getting cooler now?” I asked him.
“A little,” he said in a strangled voice. I put the cube into my mouth and ran it across his belly with my tongue. At the same time, I was unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. When I got them undone, he lifted his hips and let me pull them down to his ankles as I slid down to my knees. I reached up and grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down. His throbbing hard cock snapped free and I took hold of it with both hands. “Oh fuck!”
I felt his body jerk as I slid my hands up and down the shaft. Then I leaned in and pressed my cold tongue against the tip of it. He nearly jumped off the couch as he cried out, “Oh my God! Fuck!” I wrapped my cold lips around his cock then and let it slide into my mouth. I let my tongue keep swirling around the head of it as I took him in further, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Oh Jesus, Alexa!” He had both of his hands wrapped up in my hair, guiding me now up and down as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. He was moving his hips
up and down and moaning loudly. I loved knowing that I was turning him on and making him feel good. He let me suck on him for a while until I felt his cock become harder and swell in my mouth. He used my hair to pull me off of him. His cock fell out with a “pop” sound and slapped against his belly. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he said. He pulled me back up into his lap and kissed me deeply. His naked, hard cock was pressed up against the wet spot on my panties and I could feel him moving underneath me, rubbing it back and forth.
He broke the kiss, sat up and flipped me so that I was lying down on the other side of the couch. He grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them off of me and then he pushed the skirt up out of the way. He moved down so his face was between my legs and then he just sat there, looking at my pussy. I giggled. I could feel his warm breath against me and it tickled.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Just taking in the sights,” he said.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Very much,” he said, pressing his lips to my outer ones. I shuddered and my legs opened slightly wider as if of their own free will. He replaced his mouth with one of his fingers and he let it lazily trace the outline of my lips. I flinched every time he touched me. I was so wet and I wanted him so bad that it was like sweet torture. He finally let his finger slide down my slit and open me up. I felt his breath on my swollen clit then as he blew across it.
“Oh my God!” I said again, for lack of anything better to say. I was squirming, so he reached up and grabbed my hips in both of his hands and held me where he wanted me. Then I felt his tongue press against me and slowly lick up and down, each time brushing lightly across my engorged clit. He was taking his time, languidly making his way across my outer lips again. Wetness pooled between my legs as he let one finger slip into me. He moved it around inside of me while his tongue delved into my outer folds. He was tasting me and massaging what had to be my g-spot with his finger. I swear, I thought my head was going to explode as he slipped a second finger in. He let another drop down and trace a slow path around my anus. He didn’t put it in me, he just pressed down on it while he continued to torture me with his tongue. I gasped and moaned and writhed and bucked. It all felt so fucking good.
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