Before I am able to oppose, he locks the door behind him. In that moment I realized how daring he was.
It turned me on…
As I make my way to face him he slams me against the wall and looks down at me with an intense glare. His icy blue eyes are dilated looking at me with hunger yet he seems angry he’s chasing me right now. I feel his hands gently wrap around my throat as he slowly moves his face closer to mine.
I’ve been waiting for this moment since I met him.
He lowers himself so that his forehead meets mine and with his other hand he holds my chin in his fingers then tilts my head to meet his face. “I’ve wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you…” he whispers into my mouth, his lips lightly grazing mine as he speaks. My entire body is setting off alarms of desire yet I resist the urge to give in. I get high off the chase and If I stay a minute longer things will get heated between us right here, right now… “I don’t think you can handle me…” I softly respond as I side step him. My words obviously stung because he winced. Before my hands touch the lock, he grabs my arm and spins me to face him. Without hesitation, he forcefully kisses me while his other hand is tightly gripping my hair. I pull away and before my hand can hit his face he leans back then picks me up and continues to kiss me. This time I don’t fight back.
“This is what you like right?” he asks in between breaths of air. My legs are crossed around his lower back while he’s holding me up, kissing my lips, my neck and my chest. I feel him so hard against me yet I don’t ask for it. I don’t want him to think he has me, not yet at least. However, I want him to take me any way he wants to. In response to him, I kiss him deeper. His tongue tastes like Tennessee whiskey and his cologne is strong yet not obnoxious.
He begins to put me down. As I start to feel disappointment because I believe this encounter is over, he slides two fingers up my skirt and smiles with a subtle raise to his eyebrows. I can’t tell if he’s surprised at the fact that I have no underwear on, or at how wet I am, but he is ecstatic. He brings his fingers up to my lips and gently places them in my mouth. Ian watches me as I enjoy my own taste with satisfaction. He begins to bite his lips, almost as if he wants a taste too, so he reaches down to touch me again then places his fingers in his mouth. He wants to devour me.
In an attempt to get my power back, I get on my knees before he gets the chance to then I unzip his pants.
If any of us is going to leave here wanting the other more, it’s him.
As I pull him out of his slacks, I see exactly why the women he’s dealt with can’t leave him alone. I might be one of them if I let him in me tonight. So instead, I make him disappear with my mouth and watch him as his eyes roll back and his entire body relaxes. It took about three minutes before there was a loud knock on the door. “Ian, you in there?!” yelled a familiar voice.
“I’m coming!” He shouted in the voice of pleasure. He grabbed my hair harder in his hands and shoved himself into my throat, releasing all of him into me. If ecstasy had a taste it would be him and I swallowed every drop. I walked to the mirror to fix myself up as he began to check his phone.
Another knock.
“Ian let me in!” the voice demanded from the outside. It was Paula. I looked over at him as he shook his head.
“No! I’m doing something just wait!!!” he shouted as he walked behind me and slid inside me. I tried to hold in my moan but I couldn’t. He gently massaged my shoulders as he entered me, each time going deeper. My wetness began to drip down my legs a result of him hitting my spot. I felt myself begin to shake right when another couple of hard knocks on the door shocked me and made me moan loudly. Ian laughed as he pulled me up, making me watch both of our reflections. “I can’t handle you huh?” he whispers in my ear. “Cum on me, Ruby…”
“WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU FUCKING RUBY?!” Paula yells on the other side of the door.
My entire body feels it. My senses are muffled by my orgasm. The thud of my heart overpowers the thuds on the door made by Paula. My orgasmic moans escape my lips while I collapse onto the sink in front of me. “I know baby,” Ian says to me as he claims the moans from my mouth with a deep kiss. He pulls back and licks his lips.
“YES, PAULA, YES THE FUCK I DID!” Ian yells back.
My heart is racing yet I don’t respond. I don’t know how to.