Page 30 of Hard Rock Fling
I nearly whimpered at the sight in front of me. Firm, smooth skin, hard as rock. I ran my hands up his chest, my eyes following the path. He was beyond gorgeous.
Ian grew impatient. He lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist. One hand cupped the back of my thigh, bringing my leg up around his hip. The hard length of him pulsed against the thin cotton of my panties. A flood of heat washed over me. An ache made itself known between my legs. His bare chest hadn't been enough. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel him.
I reached down and explored his thick shaft through his pants. Ian let out a soft sound of pleasure, encouraging me to continue. I grasped his belt and slowly unbuckled the strap. He stopped breathing. The sound of the metal zipper drawing down was loud, the only sound in the room aside from our heavy breathing.
Ian hissed as I reached inside and wrapped my fingers around him. The muscles in his shoulders tensed. He was long and thick, burning hot and rapidly hardening under my touch.
I stroked up and down slowly, making sure to use a light touch. He bucked his hips into my hand, trying to get more of that delicious friction. I pulled back, keeping the pace slow and even. I thought of a thousand different things I could do with that hard shaft. A thousand things he could do to me. My inner muscles clenched and throbbed.
I twisted my wrist as I stroked up the head. Ian's control snapped. He gripped my waist tight and hoisted me up. I wrapped my arms and legs around him instinctively, squeezing with my thighs. Once I was secure he swung us around. He easily lifted me, striding the five steps it took to reach the king-sized bed.
Ian threw me down, watching me bounce a few times from the force of it. I raised myself up on my elbows, taking the moment's reprieve to catch my breath. He kicked off his pants and stood there, looming over me. I wet my lips at the sight of him naked, hard and thick in front of me.
His eyes glinted, mischievous yet scorching hot. "You want me?"
"Yes," I exhaled shakily.
"Take off your dress."
I paused for a moment, meeting his eyes, then pulled it over my head. I was left in my strapless bra and panties. His eyes blazed as they roved over every inch of me, a predatory look crossing his face. Goosebumps rose up on my arms, shivers running through me.
"Take off your bra."
I complied, reaching behind me to undo the hooks. When it was unfastened, I slowly removed it from my chest, taking my time to reveal every inch of skin.
"Fucking tease," Ian breathed, but the tilt of his lips told me he loved it.
When my breasts were free I threw the bra at him. He caught it out of the air with one hand.
"A souvenir," I said playfully.
"What if I want a different souvenir?" His eyes flashed. "Take off your panties."
My breath caught in my throat. The thin cotton was already damp with desire. I lifted my hips and slid my panties down my thighs, past my ankles. I was completely naked, every part of me on display.
"You want to take these, too?" I twirled my panties around my finger, trying to hide my sudden nervousness.
His wicked smirk made my heart jump. "I'm going to takeeverything."
Mere moments later, Ian was kneeling between my legs. My thighs tried to clamp together automatically. Ian wouldn't let them. He spread my thighs with both hands, baring me to him. Calloused hands ran up and down my inner thighs. Thumbs rubbed circles on my skin, never quite reaching that one spot I wanted him to touch. The throbbing between my legs turned almost painful. I bit my lip as my inner walls clenched and unclenched. I wasn't sure if I should ask for what I wanted or stay quiet and let him take charge.
He glanced up from my center, eyes meeting mine.
"You want something?"
I swallowed heavily and nodded.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"I want you," I whispered, my breathing uneven. "I want you, Ian."
He darted down and sucked my clit into his mouth. I let out a shriek, my head thumping back onto the mattress, arms no longer able to hold myself up. His tongue flicked and swirled, his lips sucked and caressed. I let out a continuous series of squeaks and gasps. He played with me as expertly as he played his instrument.
The dark thought that I was just a toy to him briefly crossed my mind. I gave it a brutal shove away. All my attention went to the mouth pulling uncontrollable pleasure from my body.
Ian had me squirming and moaning, my hips bucking underneath him. He was so good at this,so good, and I was close to coming apart. All I needed was a little bit more—
Two fingers thrust inside me, curling up and I came with a choked cry. My insides throbbed around his fingers, squeezing them tight. Wetness flooded out of me, coating his hand. Sparks flew across my vision as golden sunshine flowed through me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was feel.
