Page 81 of Hard Rock Fling
"There's nothing much to tell. I fell for a guy. I thought we really had something. He gave me all the attention I wasn't receiving at home. Then I found out he'd been lying to me the entire time."
"Is that all?"
No. It wasn't all. He told me how special I was. He said I was the only one for him. He made me think we were going to be together forever.
It had all been a lie.
"That's all," I told him.
Ian eyed me, as if he doubted my words.
"It was the usual college heartbreak," I continued, not wanting him to pry. This conversation was only dragging up bad memories and awful feelings. It only made me remember all my promises to myself not to fall for pretty words ever again.
Just like the pretty words Ian always said to me.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not wanting to think about that. Ian had just shared something so personal about himself. He'd told me his deepest secret.
I didn't want to think he was lying to me about everything else.
Ian pulled me close and pressed a quick kiss on my lips. "Thank you for telling me."
"Thank you for telling me. For explaining. I don't really understand it, but I think I can accept that you have your reasons for doing what you do."
"Now that I don't need to keep my secret from you…" He twirled a piece of my hair between his fingers and brought his face close to mine. "Maybe we can start up that fling again?"
I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away.
"We still need to talk. You can't fuck me into forgetting about this."
He smirked, although there were tired lines around his eyes. "I can try."
Any protests I could have made were immediately muffled by lips crashing onto mine. Fingers tangled into my hair and fisted into my clothes. Ian's tongue played with mine, but there was nothing playful or teasing about it. The kiss was scorching, devastating. The bite of his teeth on my lower lip, a sharp hint of pain, sent a flood of liquid straight to my core.
I knew we'd have to have that conversation eventually, but Ian had seemed drained, emotionally exhausted. If this was what he needed, I'd give it to him.
I moaned into his mouth and shifted from my seat onto his lap, legs spread on either side of him. Ian's fingers skimmed the hem of my skirt up my hips. I bucked forward until the thick length of him pressed against my panties.
Ian groaned and pulled his mouth away.
"Hope, if you don't stop, I'm going to take you right here on this floor."
"I thought you needed a bed to fuck me properly."
He groaned again and plastered his mouth once more to mine. I gasped in surprised as he stood up. I clung to him, legs around his hips and arms around his neck. Two hands cupped my ass, keeping me in place. I was too occupied with his mouth to pay attention to our destination, until I went flying through the air.
I landed on a soft mattress with a whoosh of breath. Ian immediately crawled on top of me, not wanting to be parted for more than an instant.
"That fucking dress of yours." He growled and took my mouth again. "Don't you know how goddamn tempting you are?" He tore at my clothing, pulling the dress up and over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties.
"Not fair," I gasped. "You're still wearing all your clothes."
He quickly remedied that, rising up on his knees and tossing his shirt aside to join my dress. I ran my hands up his thighs until I reached his belt. Our eyes met. I unbuckled the flaps and slid it out of the loops. I fumbled to find the button and zipper. His hard cock pressed against the seam, making it difficult to draw the zipper down. His hands joined mine, helping relieve him of his pants.
He wasn't wearing underwear. My lips parted in surprise, and in hunger. His cock was hard and weeping, straining outwards. It looked even bigger than the last time I'd seen it. Maybe because this was a different angle.
"Is this the part where I kiss it better?"
"Sweetheart, you can kiss me anywhere you like."
