He licked at her lips then, a teasing reminder of the pleasure he could bring her with them as her hands moved to the snap of her jeans.
“This is completely Neanderthal,” she rasped, despite the fact that her lust was rising with each breath she took, simply because of it.
“What’s your bitch?” He nipped at her lips. “I bet it’s making you wet, Courtney. I bet that pretty pussy is so slick and hot it’s all you can do to bear it. ”
His point was?
“That is not the issue, Ian. My pussy stays wet for you. It has no common sense in that regard,” she groaned, wishing he would just kiss her and get it the hell over with. She could feel the horrible, mind-destroying arousal beginning to climb as her clit became more swollen, her nipples tightening with fiery need.
She was hopeless.
A creature of complete hunger, ready and willing to do his bidding. Ahh, but the life of a sex slave, she thought with some humor.
“Get the pants off, Courtney,” he growled as she deliberately took her time. “Then we’ll see what kind of game we can come up with to amuse ourselves until Tally arrives. ”
Oh, that was going to be a hard one. She trembled at the idea.
“My boots,” she whispered. “The jeans will catch…”
He released her slowly, moving back no more than a foot as he stared down at her, his expression determined, dominant.
“Undress. All the way. ”
She licked her lips slowly. Turning, she moved to the oak chest at the bottom of the bed, propped a foot on it and slid the zipper down on the half-boot before removing it and repeating with the second boot.
Her jeans were at her thighs, showing her ass, and she knew he was looking.
Straightening, she shimmied slowly out the jeans before lifting the hem of the sweater and pulling it over her head. And Ian had been busy as well. The white silk shirt lay in a puddle on the floor, his shoes, socks and slacks scattered along with it.
Tall and imposing, he exuded male confidence and lust. Of course, the engorged length of his rather impressive cock wasn’t hurting the image any.
“Lean against the bedpost. Reach behind you and grip it, and don’t take your hands down, Courtney, or I’ll tie them in place. Then you may not make lunch with Tally for days. ”
She moved to do as he bid, watching as he gripped his erection, stroking it unselfconsciously as he watched her.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered her as she reached up, gripping the tall post of the heavy wood bed.
She spread her legs, whimpering at the shocking arousal beginning to surge through her. She could feel the juices leaking from her pussy, coating the bare lips and trickling to her thighs.
She fought to breathe as he knelt before her, his hand still wrapped around his cock as her mouth watered to taste it. She could have sucked him clear to her throat and swallowed him down she wanted it so bad.
“Stay very still, baby,” he whispered as he pushed her thighs further apart. “Very still. Otherwise, you may be very, very late for your luncheon appointment. ”
Oh yeah, and she really cared about that one right now.
“Oh my God, Ian…” She jerked, her fingers clenching on the thick wood post as one broad finger ran through the sensitized slit of her pussy.
No more than that, and her nerve endings were sizzling.
“Like that, baby?” he crooned gently, his breath wafting across her heated flesh, a caress nearly as destructive as the touch of his finger.
“I love it,” she gasped, arching closer as she felt his fingers spreading her, opening her to the cool air of the room.
Then he was there, his mouth hot, his tongue a demon as it slowly, too fucking slowly, circled her straining clit. Her head fell back against the post, her eyes staring sightlessly toward the ceiling as whimpering moans fell from her lips.
“You taste so good,” he whispered before his lips enclosed the straining bud, suckling lightly at the tortured mass of nerves as she cried out ho
arsely.