Page 14 of Saving Ian Pope

Taking his hand, I tugged him down the hallway to my bedroom. As he stepped inside my room, he glanced at my bed, perfectly made with its floral comforter. He cleared his throat. “Are you sure?”

“No, I just dragged you in here to show you my old CD collection.” I walked to the bed and scooped up the skirt I’d worn and discarded today and threw it in the corner. Then I turned around and undid the clasp of my bra, letting it slide from my shoulders onto the floor.

In two strides, he was standing toe-to-toe with me at the side of the bed. He cupped my boobs, running his thumbs across my aching nipples and breathed out, “Beautiful.”

He pulled me into his arms and when our skin met, I felt a flash of desire that ignited all my senses. He skimmed his knuckle down my spine and slid his hand into my shorts, caressing my bottom.

I rocked my hips forward just in case he had any more doubts about what I wanted—and I wanted him with every cell in my body.

Taking the hint, Ian unbuttoned my shorts. I didn’t even have to worry if I’d worn a good pair of panties because he pulled off everything in one flourish. My shorts pooled at my feet, and I kicked them out of the way.

I moved forward to press my body against his, but he held me off and took a step back. Placing his hands on my waist, he raked my naked body with a glittering gaze from his half-closed eyes.

His unabashed scrutiny made me feel like a virgin on my wedding night, and I crossed one leg over the other.

His hands traced over the outline of my body as if committing it to memory. Then he spoke, his voice rough with passion. “You look like that little fairy...Tinkerbell.”

Cranking my head over my shoulder to look behind me, I asked, “Is it the gossamer wings?”

He ran one finger from my throat to my pussy. “Not just the wings, it’s your tiny waist paired with your bangin’ curves.”

The anxiety I’d experienced the past few years, which had caused me to drop the ten pounds I’d gained in college, had a silver lining, after all. I reached out and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his jeans, more to steady myself than to make a move. “Kind of pervy of you to be having impure thoughts about an animated fairy.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling, and instead of breaking the moment, the pure joy of it only enhanced my desire. I fumbled with the button on his fly and then peeled back his jeans. The bulge in his black briefs gave me pause, but only for a second.

Like he did with mine, I yanked down his jeans and underwear at the same time. I smoothed my hand over his hard cock, and he made a sound deep in his throat. I ran my fingernails lightly across his tight flesh from the base to the tip, spreading his pre-cum around his head with my thumb.

Through clenched teeth, he said, “You’re going to have to stop that if you want this to last more than a minute.”

I batted my eyelashes. “A popstar stud like you? I thought you guys could go all night.”

He grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me hard on the mouth, his cock prodding me in the belly. He lowered me to the bed, and I fell back on it. My knees bounced with impatience while he kicked off his jeans and shoes. Then he parted my legs.

Was he going to fuck me like this on the edge of the bed? I liked a man who thought outside the...box. Instead, he dropped to his knees and put his head between my legs, his hair tickling my thighs. When his tongue met my flesh, I squirmed, and words flashed in my mind like a pink neon sign:I have Ian Pope’s head between my legs.

He breathed out, his warm breath heating me up even more. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I’d been wet since the minute he fed me those noodles. “Less talking, more...oh, that.”

He used his tongue, lips, and even his teeth to cause absolute mayhem in my mind and body—especially my body. If he’d been worried about lasting a minute, I didn’t even make it that long. My orgasm clawed through me like a living thing. My hips rose and fell with each spasm of pleasure, and Ian dug his fingers into my ass, riding it out with me, enhancing my high even more with his tongue.

When my ecstasy subsided to a mere tingling of my nerve endings and fluttering eyelashes, Ian laid a path of kisses along my inner thighs. I grabbed a fistful of his hair. “I want you inside me...now.”

His head popped up and he rested his scratchy chin on my belly. “Same—or rather I don’t want you inside me, but I sure as hell wanna be inside you.”

I scooted back on the bed, and he followed. He placed his hands on either side of me and teased me with his cock. I licked my lips. I might be wet everywhere else, but my mouth was dry with anticipation and longing.

He braced himself on one elbow and kissed me with his impossibly soft lips, his hand caressing my boob. “Mm, your tits are so soft.”

Had he even felt real ones before? He’d probably been with a lot of plastic fantastic women with perfect, if fake, tits and asses. He’d probably been with a lot of women, period.

Oh damn.Damn.Damn. I had to do the thing. I absolutely had to do the thing, especially with him.

“Um.” I stretched my arm to the side, my fingers feeling for the handle of my nightstand drawer. Once located, I yanked open the drawer. Hopefully, he wouldn’t look over and see my purple vibrator, which had gotten a lot more use than the item I plucked up with my fingers. “Could you...?”

I held up the stack of condoms, and they unfolded, swinging in the air between us. Wow, it looked like a lot when they were unpacked like this—which could be a good thing. Yeah, I kept condoms next to my bed, but I hadn’t used that many.

“Absolutely. Of course.” He took the string of foil packets from me, peeled one off and opened it with his teeth.

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