Page 31 of Hard Rock Fling
After long moments, I finally came down from the high. I was sprawled across the bed, trembling, limbs shaking with aftershocks. I craned my neck to find him smirking at me from between my legs.
I pulled him up for a fierce kiss, tasting myself on his lips. Running my hands along his muscled chest, I explored across the vast expanse of his broad, inked back. I wanted to touch him everywhere, to lay claim to every inch of skin.
He allowed me to draw him close, crawling up my body until his cock pressed against my hip. Somehow, he had grown even harder, even larger, while I'd been recovering from my earth shattering orgasm. It felt different. We weren't skin to skin. He must have put on protection while I'd been basking in bliss. I chided myself for not thinking of it sooner.
But I couldn't dwell on it. The feel of that stiff length, burning hot, ignited my lust all over again. I shifted my thighs until they were on either side of him, tilting my hips up to meet his.
"I want you, Ian," I whispered. "Ineedyou."
"How do you want me?" The words were low, teasing. "You want it hard and fast?" He moved his hips in circles, the tip of his cock barely brushing the valley between my legs. I moaned, the throbbing ache inside me rising to a fever pitch.
"Or do you want me to fuck you nice and slow?" he continued. "Want me to draw it out until you can't take it anymore?"
I whined in the back of my throat, squirming and writhing underneath him.
"Hard and fast." I panted, my nails clawing into his back, utterly wanton.
His eyes flashed. "I'm going to make the whole mansion listen to you scream my name."
I squeezed my eyes shut, flushing with both embarrassment and desperate need.
"Tell me," he growled.
"Ian…" I breathed.
"Louder."
I opened my eyes, meeting his, a burning bright green. "I want you, Ian. Only you."
With one swift motion he buried himself inside me. I cried out as his thick cock speared me, inner walls parting around him. I gasped and panted, trying to take in air through shaky lungs. He stayed still for a moment, letting me get used to his size.
"Shh, sweetheart. Relax." The soft, cooing words were at odds with the hard thrust he'd given me. I throbbed and fluttered around him, that sweet ache inside me only growing stronger.
When my breathing calmed, he pulled out slowly. I exhaled a deep breath. He slammed back in and I cried out again, the desire inside me swelling, spiraling upwards. I clung to his shoulders, nail digging into skin, trying to keep myself from flying apart.
On and on he continued thrusting into me, filling me completely, until he couldn't possibly go any deeper. Then he changed the angle and proved me wrong, entering me even more fully.
I tossed my head back and forth, fingers fisting the bedsheets, trying to contain myself, but it was too late. He snuck one hand between my legs and pressed with his thumb, rubbing in circles. I clenched around him, squeezing tight.
"Ian!" I called out his name as my orgasm came crashing over me in one explosive wave, scorching every single nerve in a fiery blaze.
He let out a soft groan in my ear, his body quaking with his own release. His fingers found mine, lacing them in an almost painful grip.
We shuddered together, breathing heavily into each other's mouths, gazing into each other's eyes as we slowly regained our senses. Bit by bit our trembling ceased. Ian loosened the painful hold on my hands, but didn't let go. He kept our fingers clasped. I closed my eyes and thumped my head back onto the bed, gasping. I let out a moan as he slipped out of me, feeling every inch of his retreat. Moments later he was back at my side, one hand brushing through my hair. I sighed and relaxed into the mattress.
"I don't think you were loud enough."
I cracked open my eyes to find him looming over me, that familiar evil look on his face. "What do you mean?"
"Did you think we were done?" He trailed two fingers down my chest, down my stomach, to the apex of my thighs. I inhaled sharply. "I don't think the entire mansion heard you scream out my name yet."
By the time he was done with me, I couldn't remember my own name, let alone his.
Chapter Twelve
"What's gotyou so hot and bothered?"
I jumped, hiding my phone against my chest. Faith leaned over my shoulder for a peek.
