ever going to let me live this down?”
Ian grinned and shook his head. “Nope. I love the color of your cheeks
when you’re embarrassed. I’ll be bringing it up a lot. Now get dressed and let’s
go out.”
“Really? You still want to go out with me?”
“Well it looks as if my date canceled and I have nothing else to do. So
yeah, let’s go somewhere. On me,” he added with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Chapter 4
“Do you come here a lot?” Gillian asked.
“Occasionally, when I have some time off,” Ian replied.
“It’s wonderful.”
“Would you like to dance?” Ian came to his feet and offered his hand.
Gillian smiled and stood. They walked to the dance floor and Ian twirled
her into his arms, holding her tightly as the music played. He felt her large
breasts against his chest and it sent a warm sensation crawling through his gut.
He smiled over the top of her head, enjoying the feeling. It had been quite
some time since he’d actually felt attracted to a woman, much less sexual attraction.
His job didn’t require feelings; it simply required stimulation. Quite a different
sensation that he hadn’t felt it in a long time. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last
time he had. Closing his eyes, he let the feelings wash through his blood and
move from his belly into his groin until his balls tightened against his body.
When the music ended, he escorted Gillian back to their table. “Thank you
for the dance.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied.
“Would you like another drink?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Would you like another dance?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Would you like to go back to your hotel?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Ian smiled. “Would you like to go home with me?”
Gillian smiled back. “Yes, I think I would.”
Ian gazed at Gillian in the soft light and thought she looked beautiful.
Extraordinarily beautiful. Her long, dark hair hung over one shoulder,
completely covering her left breast. Her dark eyes looked black in the dim light and a
slight smile parted her full, pink lips. He saw her chest rise and fall slightly with each
breath she took, and she looked completely at ease. He wondered why he had the
jitters.
He reached for her, stroked her cheek and let his hand move down the
column of her throat to her silk blouse. Unbuttoning the blouse, his hands grazed
the lacy fabric of her bra. He slid the material off her shoulders and it fell to the
floor. He pulled her into his arms and his mouth covered hers, softly, gently, at
first. He nibbled at her lips and sucked her full bottom lip into his mouth. He felt
her hands moving up and down his back, pulling his shirt out of the waistband
of his slacks so she could feel his bare skin. Her touch sent a shiver down his
spine and goose bumps over his flesh. Her nails grazed his skin as he found the
clasp to her bra and slid it off her body.
Gillian ran her hands over his back, around his stomach and up his chest
before she pushed him away from her. She licked her lips and smiled while
unbuttoning his shirt. When she pushed it over his shoulders, her lip caught in
her teeth as she looked at him. Through hooded eyes she admired the planes and
hard angles with sinewy muscle beneath smooth, tanned skin, and covered with
a light dusting of dark hair. Letting her hands glide over him, she raked her nails
through the hair on his chest and followed the thin trail down his stomach until
it disappeared. She pulled the hook on his trousers free, unzipped them and let
them slide over his hips and down his legs. Bare beneath it all, he looked
magnificent. Her breath caught as she reached for him and wrapped her hand
around his dick. She dropped to her knees, knelt before him, and sucked him
into her mouth.
She moved back and forth on him, loving the feel of his cock growing
hard against her tongue, and he continued to grow larger until her jaws ached
from his demanding size. With his fingers tangled in her hair, he moved her
mouth back and forth on his cock, setting his own rhythm, and she followed
where he led.
“Look at me,” he said hoarsely. He pulled her head back and she had no
choice but to meet his eyes. He moved his hands to each side of her face, holding
her head perfectly still while he pushed his cock farther down her throat.
Gillian ran her hands up the outside of his legs, around to the cheeks of
his ass, and back to the insides of his thighs. She grasped his balls gently, yet
firmly in one hand, and massaged him as she watched his face. His changing
expressions told her how much he enjoyed fucking her mouth, and she grazed
her nails down one thigh.
About to explode in her mouth, Ian knew he had to stop right then. Her
warm mouth felt so damn good; the last thing he wanted was to stop but he
pulled out. He gritted his teeth, placed his hands on her shoulders and lifted her
to him. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed and lay down beside her.
Gently, he stroked her cheek and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth
and palmed one of her tits. Her nipples grew taut and her body responded to his
touch. He licked his way down her neck and over her collarbone. He sucked a
nipple into his mouth while his hand moved farther down her body. He stroked
the soft skin of her stomach, fingered the small hoop in her bellybutton, and
moved over her hips to her thighs.
Gillian arched into his hand when he cupped her pussy and slid one
finger up and down the wet folds. Her legs spread for him, she rocked her hips
against his hand as two of his fingers slipped inside her. She felt his teeth on her
nipple and it drove a spear of desire straight to her clit. One of her hands roamed
restlessly over Ian’s back while the other massaged one tit.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me now!”
Ian slid on top of her and kissed both her breasts, then slid down her body
with his tongue leaving a wet, hot trail over her skin. On his knees between her
legs, he grasped her hips in both hands and held her tightly to the bed, then
licked the thin strip of hair left from her last bikini wax down to her clit. He
sucked her clit between his lips, held it gently while his tongue flicked back and
forth over it. His eyes never left Gillian’s face while he watched her reactions to
his movements. Her hands roamed over her tits, roamed down her stomach and
back up her body, up her neck and over her face. She sucked a finger into her
mouth and moaned loudly. His tongue slipped farther down, and he dipped into
her wet pussy and mouth-fucked her.
Gillian thought she’d burst into flames if Ian continued in this manner.
Every nerve in her body burned, every cell called out to him, and every ounce of
her being begged for release. Being held down thrilled her, but what he did
while he held her down rocked her nearly out of her mind.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Just make me come. I can’t stand this!”
Gillian’s words brought Ian to his knees. He sat between her thighs cross-
legged, and lifted
her to him. Positioned so her legs hung over his shoulders with
her cunt at his mouth, he feasted. He flicked his tongue over her clit and just
when she was about to come, he pulled her back. He slid his mouth to her
opening and sucked her pussy juices before moving back to her clit where he
blew a raspberry until she writhed and screamed his name. He continued that
sweet torture for several minutes until Gillian’s body glistened with perspiration.
Her hands massaged her tits, and she begged him over and over to make
her come. With one last breath, he blew on her clit, vibrated it with his lips and
watched her face while she came, screaming for more. When at last she finished,
she fell limply back onto the bed, panting. Ian lapped at her gently until her
breathing returned to normal, then slid up to lay beside her.
With a gentle kiss, he pushed the hair back out of her face. “Roll over to
your side,” he whispered. With her ass pressed against his hard cock, he held
one cheek in his hand and slid slowly into her, taking his time filling her. He
wrapped an arm around her waist, splayed the flat of his hand on her abdomen
and pressed her back against him. Sliding his other arm around her shoulders
with her head resting on his upper arm, he pulled her head back against him.
He wrapped his hand around one of her tits and began stroking his dick
in and out of her. Slowly building up speed and force, he slipped the hand on her
abdomen lower so that his fingers reached between her legs and found her clit.
With each stroke of his cock, her pussy moved forward against his fingers,
bringing her to the edge again. She panted and moaned while he moved his
other hand from her breast to her throat and squeezed just until her airflow had
been nearly shut off. He pounded his cock into her, harder and harder, until her
pussy contracted hard around him and her juices flooded him. He released her
throat, wrapped both arms tightly around her, and bit the back of her neck when
he came.
With her body held tightly against him, he panted harshly, “Be still. Just
don’t move for a moment.”
Gillian didn’t think she could move if her life depended on it. She panted
and tried to catch her breath. She felt Ian’s body begin to relax, so she clenched
her pussy muscles around his semi-erect dick. She laughed when he groaned.
“How ya doin’?” she asked.
“Close to death. You?”
“Better now. Goodness, I don’t know how much women pay you for that,
but whatever it is, you’re worth every penny!” Gillian chuckled.
Ian pulled her closer and whispered, “It doesn’t matter how much they
pay me, they never get that.”
Gillian turned her head to look at him but his eyes were already closed.
She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it.
~ * ~
The phone rang bright and early the next morning. Ian moaned as he
rolled over to answer it. “Hello,” he said groggily.
“Brunch at mother’s in two hours,” Sylvia announced. “Be there.”
“What time is it?”
“Nearly ten-thirty. Get out of bed and be here on time, please?”
“Yes, dear,” he groaned. “I’ll be there.” He fumbled to hang up the
receiver.
He rolled back over and smiled as he watched Gillian sleeping. Her hair
fanned the pillow like a halo and a slight smile curved her lips. The sheet
wrapped around her waist and her nipples were puckered as if inviting him. He
moved toward her and accepted the invitation.
“That’s the best way to wake up,” Gillian said, sitting up. They’d made
love for nearly an hour.
“Just wait until you see what I have planned in the shower,” Ian said,
raising both eyebrows. “We have to be at my mother’s for brunch by twelve-thirty.”
“What? Oh, no, I can’t go.”
“Why not?”
“We can’t show up there together. There’s no earthly reason the two of us
should be together.”
Ian laughed, took her hand and tugged her into the bathroom. “Don’t
worry about it. I’ll take you by your hotel so you can change, but first I’ll call Syl
and ask if she wants me to pick you up since I’m closer than she is.”
“Okay.” Gillian nodded. She stepped into the open rainfall shower,
grabbed his hand and pulled him in with her.
Chapter 5
Ian opened the door to his mother’s house without knocking and ushered
Gillian inside. Taking her jacket, he handed it to Gwyneth, the maid, and
escorted Gillian into the parlor.
“Oh, you’re here,” Sylvia said with obvious delight in her voice. “Gillian,
you look radiant. What have you been doing?”
Without a glance at Ian, Gillian didn’t give anything away. “I had a salt
scrub and facial this morning,” she said with a smile.
“That sounds wonderful. Who did you use? Maybe I should call them
before I leave.”
“I’m not sure,” Gillian replied. “I left her card at the hotel. I’ll get it for
you.”
“Come on, Mother’s waiting in the dining hall,” Sylvia announced, and
led the way.
“You’re amazing,” Ian whispered, leaning in toward Gillian.
“Thank you,” she whispered back and walked ahead to catch up with
Sylvia.
“Ian,” his mother said as she kissed his cheek. “Thank you for picking up
Gillian for us. We could have sent the car, you know.”
“It wasn’t a problem, Mother,” he replied.
“And why she won’t stay here when we have so many guest rooms, I just
can’t figure,” Catherine continued. “There really is no reason why she should be
staying at a hotel alone.”
“Mother, please,” Sylvia said with a shake of her head. “I already
explained it to you. Gillian isn’t comfortable staying in someone else’s home and
she really does live in hotels most of the time anyway.”
“Mother, please take a seat,” Ian said, and held out a chair for her. “And
Sylvia,” he said holding her chair. “Last, but certainly not least, Gillian, may I
help you to your seat?”
“Thank you, Ian. Such a gentleman,” she said with a bright smile and took
the chair he held.
After he’d seated himself, Ian asked, “What’s on the agenda for today,
Mother?”
“I have an appointment, but I believe Sylvia and Gillian are going to the
club later.”
“Yes,” Sylvia confirmed. “I spent all last evening on the phone with
everyone from school and we’re having cocktails at the club this afternoon. We’ll
have dinner at Alfredo’s, followed by dancing at Fire Light.”
“Well that sounds like a fine evening for you ladies,” Ian said as brunch
was served.
“It’s not only for the ladies, at least not the dinner and dancing. Won’t you
come with us, Ian?”
“I have plans, Sylvia, I’m sorry. If I’d known earlier I might have been able
to rearrange my schedule, but as it is… ”
“Oh, please, please, please Ian?” Sylvia whined.
Ian raised a brow and laughed. “You sound exactly as you did when you
were twelve and wanted me to drive you someplace with
out Mother knowing!”
“So you’ll come?” Sylvia said with a laugh.
“I suppose my appointment isn’t so important that it can’t be changed for
my only sister.”
With a sideways glance toward Gillian, Sylvia whispered, “I can always
get him to do what I want him to.”
“Is that a fact, little sister?” Ian said, laughing.
“Yes, it is! Besides, you can be Gillian’s date for the evening.”
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” Gillian said quickly.
“Of course it will,” Sylvia replied. Everyone is married now, so their
husbands will be along for dinner. And Mother has promised to join us, as well.
Ian can escort three beautiful women this evening. You can handle three, can’t
you, Ian?”
Tipping his champagne glass to his lips, Ian took a sip, and replied, “It’ll
be a harrowing undertaking, but I suppose if anyone can do it, it’s me!”
~ * ~
Leaving the women to themselves after brunch, Ian drove home. He
wanted to rearrange his schedule for the evening, but he also needed sleep.
Lying on his bed in only his boxers, he stretched out and closed his eyes.
Gillian’s face came to life before him and he thought about the night they spent
together. He hadn’t intended for the evening to end with them in bed together;
that had seemed to happen on its own. Very smoothly, very easily. Too easily, he
thought now. He hadn’t had an actual date with a woman in so long, he couldn’t
remember when it hadn’t been strictly business.
Even though he knew she’d intended to hire him for the evening,
something had changed for both of them. He liked her. That was the unusual
part. Not that he didn’t like his clients, but the relationships were far from
friendship. And he really liked Gillian. In fact, he actually looked forward to
tonight, and looked forward to spending a night with friends and family in a
normal environment where he could just be himself.
He and Gillian could get to know one another on a personal level. She
already knew what he did for a living, so they’d jumped the worst hurdle. He
didn’t even have to think about how the night would end. If they wound up in
bed, that would be fine with him, but if they didn’t, that was fine too. With that
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