Page 57 of Hard Rock Fling
Ian tilted his head. "About what?"
I gave him a coy smile. "Sometimes it's fun to get dirty."
His eyes lit on fire. His mouth captured mine. When our lips met, I was set aflame. The force of that kiss overwhelmed me. His touch made me forget all about my worries, all about my hang ups. In that moment the only thing that mattered was Ian's skin under my fingers and his firm body against mine.
Ian's tongue traced the seam of my lips. I opened my mouth willingly. Our lips locked in a hot, wet kiss. Our tongues tangled together with passion. His hands explored the curves of my body, running up and down my sides, my front, my back. With an easy tug, my dress fell to the floor along with my panties.
I explored his body in turn, pressing my palms against the hard muscles of his chest, the peaks and valleys of his abs. I played with the soft trail of hair leading me down that tempting V-shape of his lower abdomen, until my fingers reached the waistband of his pants.
I fumbled at his jeans, popping the button open and pulling the zipper down with eager fingers. When his hard cock sprang free I gently took him in my hands. He let out a sharp hiss as I stroked up and down once, twice. He pulled a foil packet out of his pocket and quickly rolled on protection before putting both hands under my thighs.
"Hold onto me," he murmured against my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, clinging onto him as he lifted me up. He used his body weight to press me against the wall. His stiff cock pointed upward in the space between our bodies, rubbing against my clit, between my wet folds. I bit my lip to stifle the sounds of pleasure leaving my lips.
He took himself in his hand and used the head to tease at me until I was panting and squirming. He placed his tip just at my entrance, circling it but not entering. I bucked my hips, trying to get him inside. He pulled away a few inches. I groaned in disappointment.
"You need something?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes," I moaned. "Fucking do it."
With a sharp jerk of his hips he slid inside me. I let out a choked sound of pleasure, burying my nails into the skin of his back, clawing at him. I arched my back and tilted my hips, trying to take him deeper.
He gripped the cheeks of my ass in both hands and pulled me closer, grinding our bodies together. I frantically bounced up and down on his cock, riding him. His cock pounded in and out of me. The slickness of my arousal, the clenching of my inner muscles, made him groan. He buried his head in my neck, breathing heavily.
"Fuck. Hope. I can't—"
He reached between our bodies to play with my clit. I threw my head back with a moan of pleasure. I bucked my hips harder, cling to him tighter, urging him on.
"Faster," I gasped. "Harder."
He snapped his hips against mine, penetrating me deeply, fucking me rougher. We found ourselves in perfect rhythm. My climax was getting closer. His cock hardened even further inside me, twitching and pulsing. He slammed into me again and again, hitting that spot. I cried out as I flew over the edge, exploding around him. My whole body trembled with my release.
Ian growled in my ear as he came with me, his own body shaking against mine. His fingers dug into my skin so hard I knew they'd leave bruises. I wanted them to leave bruises. I wanted evidence of this, of how much passion I brought out in Ian. I wanted evidence of how much he wanted me.
When our trembling stopped and we had caught our breath, Ian eased me back down onto the floor. He pressed soft kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my neck.
"That wasn't so dirty, was it?" he asked, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
"As far as bathrooms go, this one is pretty clean," I agreed with a tired laugh.
"Cam has a team of house cleaners to take care of that for him."
We pulled our clothes back on and made ourselves presentable again.
"Think that game of Go Fish is still on?" I asked.
"The girls are probably down to their panties by now."
"Then I suppose I'm glad we took this little detour."
Neither of us mentioned the reason why he'd left the game. Neither of us mentioned why I'd come running after him.
Ian had his secrets. Secrets he didn't want to tell me about.
But also secrets he didn't want me to worry about.
I shouldn't want to pry. I shouldn't want to know. It was just a fling, just some fun. None of this was serious. There wasn't any reason to talk about those kinds of things with each other. You didn't divulge your deepest, darkest secrets to the girl you were just casually sleeping with.
