But Ian still hadn’t made any moves to complete his relationship with her. She bit her lip in indecision as she tried to figure that one out. She knew he wanted to. Knew he ached to do it. She could feel the tension whipping through the air each time another male came around them. She could also feel the tension rising in Ian. When he touched her, he was so obviously restraining himself, tamping down the wild lust she ached for.
She had thought just getting him into her bed would be enough. That the rest would automatically follow. She was finding out it wasn’t.
“Hangover?”
Her head swung around quickly to the bathroom door. Her heart rate picked up, her mouth drying out at the sight of him. He had obviously just completed his shower. His shoulders gleamed with a slight dampness, as did his silky midnight hair.
“I wasn’t drunk,” she informed him with what little pride she could dredge up as her gaze drifted lower, to the impressive erection straining forward from his body.
“Hmm…” He moved then, walking slowly toward her as she sat up in the bed.
He looked wild. Untamed.
“No headache?” His voice throbbed with lust.
She shook her head slowly, flicking her tongue over her dry lips as her position placed her at the perfect level to greet his hard-on with a moist morning salutation.
“I waited all damned night for you to wake up,” he growled then, his hand reaching out to spear through the tangled mass of hair at the side of her head. “I need you, Courtney.”
He hadn’t said he wanted her. He hadn’t said he was going to f**k her. He said he needed her. Everything inside her clenched in hope, even as her lips opened, a ragged moan passing them as the broad head of his c**k entered.
Her tongue swiped against the ultra-soft underside as the hardened flesh jerked against it. His hands clenched in her hair as she braced one hand on the mattress beneath her, the fingers of the other curling around the thick base.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice tight with lust as she took as much of his erection as she dared into the dark confines of her mouth. “You have the sweetest mouth, baby. So soft and hot, like silk and fire.”
Her pu**y throbbed at the words as she stared up at him, seeing the narrowed intensity of his gaze, the fiery hunger of his lust.
She tightened her lips around him, suckling at him slowly, easily, moaning at the clean male taste of his dark flesh.
“How pretty.” His voice was a heated caress to her senses. “Seeing your mouth stretched open by my cock, your pretty face all flushed and hungry. You’re pushing me, baby. Pushing me further than you want to.” He jerked against her as her hand stroked along the shaft until she came to that taut sac below. “Fuck yeah. There’s a good girl.”
She palmed his balls, her lips sucking noisily at his erection as he wrapped his fingers far enough along the thick stalk to keep from choking her as his thrusts began to increase.
Courtney whimpered in painful arousal as she tightened her thighs against the ache in her pu**y.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you this morning, Courtney?” he asked her, his voice rough as he drove his c**k into her mouth. “I’m going to f**k your pretty mouth first. Watch your eyes go all dark and round as I spill my come down your throat. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you, baby? Take it and love it.”
God yes. She wanted it. She hungered for him. All of him.
“When I’m finished, I’m going to f**k your ass, Courtney.” He sounded tormented now, tortured. “I’ve tried not to, sweetheart. God knows I have. But I need it.”
She sucked his c**k deeper, her rear tingling at the thought, the blood rushing through her system as she began to moan at the anticipation. This was what she needed, what she had longed for. Ian, hungry, intent on satisfying the hungers that raged through them both. Dominant. Fierce.
He chuckled, the sound stark and filled with lust.
“You like the thought of that, don’t you, sweetheart? My c**k digging into your ass, stretching you, making you scream from the sensation. Is that what you want?”
Yes! She screamed the word silently as she took him deeper, to her throat, so hungry now for the taste of him that the need was ravenous, out of control.
“You don’t have to watch another suck me anymore, Courtney. It’s all yours for now, darling.” He was moving faster, his c**k hardening as she licked, sucked, the sounds of her pleasure, of his, echoing around her.
He reached down, moving her fingers from where they caressed his balls, and curling them in place about his shaft as he moved his hand to her head. Both hands were now tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he began to f**k her mouth harder, faster.
Courtney could feel the warnings of his release then, the pulse and throb of the head as it glanced the entrance to her throat, the surge of blood through the thick veins against her tongue, the near bruising hardness.
“Harder,” he ordered roughly, his fingers tightening in her hair, tugging at the strands and sending fiery streaks of sensation spearing through her head. “Suck it harder, baby. I’m going to come. Fuck, Courtney…yes, baby…suck it, baby… I’m going to come…”
He tensed, driving the erection into her mouth with several hard, shallow thrusts before he threw his head back and she felt his se**n began to erupt from his cock. Fierce, a touch of salty male perfection and dark lust, the taste of him was addictive as it filled her mouth, the hard pulses of his release dragging fractured moans of pleasure from him as she consumed him.
She held onto the fierce male flesh as long as he allowed it, her mouth moving easily on him, drawing each drop of his se**n from the tip of his c**k until he moved back, pulling free from her with a reluctant moan.
His lips quirked. A bittersweet smile as he held her head in place, staring down at her.
“When I let you go, I want you in the center of the bed, on your stomach, your arms and legs spread. Will you do this for me, Courtney?”
She would walk through fire for him.
She nodded slowly.
“I won’t go easy on you.” His voice lowered, throbbed with greedy lust. “Understand that now, if you do this, I won’t go easy. I’m too hungry…”
“Ian, I won’t break.” She slid her hands slowly up his thighs, her lips moving to the tight, hard planes of his stomach. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”