Crave (Splendor Book 2) (50 page)

Ian bent his head to hers again, nuzzling the side of her neck as he whispered, “Mmm, I can see you’re very, very anxious to keep that date I mentioned. But since you know how I feel about other men seeing the look you get on your face right after you’ve come, we’ll have to continue this later.”

Her entire body was suffused with heat, and she couldn’t help quivering in arousal as he reluctantly slid his hand out from beneath her dress.

“Not too much later, I hope,” she whispered back urgently.

“Shh,” he urged her in hushed tones. “I promise that it will be very, very soon now, love. And don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight, because the way I’m feeling right now I’m fairly certain I can go all night long.”

***

Tessa’s head fell back helplessly against the mound of pillows that Ian had very carefully arranged behind her. She was half reclining, half sitting up in the enormous bed, another pillow wedged beneath her buttocks. Her legs were splayed open, bent up at the knees. This position allowed her lover to kneel between her thighs as he slid his insatiable cock in and out of her quivering body with slow, deliberate precision.

“Watch.”

At Ian’s hoarsely uttered command, she lifted her head up weakly and obeyed, watching with half-shut eyes as he slid out nearly to the tip before he gradually, inch by delicious inch, worked his thick, hard penis back in until he was fully sheathed. He repeated this action more times than she could keep track of, and she was utterly helpless to do anything but observe the erotic joining of their bodies. Anything, that is, except to whimper with pleasure, especially when he bent his dark head to her breast, sucking a reddened nipple into his mouth.

“Ah, God,” she sobbed, her hips bucking off the pillow as she silently willed him to go faster, to bring her to yet another stunning orgasm. She clutched the pillows for leverage as she begged. “Ian, please. I can’t – I need -”

“I know what you need, Tessa,” he crooned as he slowly began to quicken the tempo of his thrusts. “Don’t forget how well I know this beautiful body - better than you do, love.” He lifted her nearly boneless legs to wrap around his waist, then braced his hands on either side of her hips. He claimed her lips for what felt like the hundredth time that night in a searing, devouring kiss, eating out the inside of her mouth with his ravenous tongue.

“And what you need,” he growled as he finally lifted his mouth from hers, “is to be fucked. Hard. Just like this.”

Tessa’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as he did just that, plundering her body like a rampaging pirate. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks, angling her pelvis up so that he could reach even deeper inside her, could fuck her even harder. It was then that she shattered, the orgasm so intense that she feared she might lose consciousness for a time. She was barely aware when Ian followed her moments later, his dark, sweat-dampened head thrown back as he emitted a long, low sound that caused the bed to vibrate.

They were both shaking, their bodies sweaty and hot as they clung to each other, neither of them able to speak or think. Tessa was finally able to turn her head and brush her lips against his bare shoulder.

“God, Ian, that was - amazing.
You’re
amazing, the most wonderful lover I could ever imagine.”

He threaded a hand into her damp hair and held her head still for his kiss. “So long as I’m the
only
lover you’re imagining.”

“Mmm.” She sighed with pleasure beneath his kiss. “You know you’ve ruined me for any other man. Especially after tonight. You might have to carry me on board the plane tomorrow.”

Ian chuckled, rubbing slow circles around her still-quivering belly. “Just say the word, darling. I’m always happy to oblige.” He sobered then, brushing strands of hair off her neck. “I was too rough, wasn’t I? Too demanding.”

“No.” She clutched his arm. “Never. I love it, love when you’re wild and hungry, as though you can’t ever have enough of me.”

He groaned, pulling her into his arms. “That’s because I can’t. You’re my obsession, you know that. No matter how many times I have you, it’s never enough. Even now I want you again.”

She gave a little whimper as she felt the evidence of his words, as his semi-hard penis began to lengthen and harden against her thigh. “Oh, I, um, don’t know if I can,” she confessed reluctantly. “At least not yet. I’m sorry.”

“Hush, love.” He kissed her tenderly. “And there’s nothing to be sorry about. God, far from it. I told you that morning in Lake Tahoe that you need to tell me if you don’t feel like making love.”

She caressed his cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Ian. I’m just, ah, a little tender is all. I mean, you’ve
ravished
me not once but twice in less than an hour. I think I just need a little time to recover.” She winced as she lifted herself off the pillow and tossed it aside. “And maybe a hot bath, too.”

He cursed softly beneath his breath, wrapping her up gently in his embrace. “I
knew
it was too much,” he groaned. “But when I’m inside you and you’re making those little sounds, I just lose all control. All I can think about is taking you as hard as I can, marking you, making sure you know you’re mine.”

“Ian.” She brushed her lips against his forehead. “You know I am. And I love it when you’re rough, when you lose control, when you make
me
lose control. I never knew I could feel so much. You’re so amazing, so skillful. It makes me -” Her voice trailed off, unwilling to confess her renewed jealousies and insecurities.

But Ian wasn’t so easily deterred. “What, love?”

She shook her head. “Nothing really. Just me being silly again.”

He propped himself up on an elbow as he gazed down at her, an expression of mock sternness on his gorgeous face. “Tessa, you know I’ll get the truth out of you one way or the other, so why don’t you just save us both some time and tell me?” He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb almost absently over her nipple until it was fully erect.

“Ohh, that’s so good,” she breathed. “Is, ah, this how you plan on getting the truth out of me?”

Ian grinned. “No, love. This is just because I’m a horny bastard and can’t keep my hands off of you for even a minute. But you
will
tell me, so best get on with it.”

She sighed, half in resignation and half in pleasure as he began to pluck at her nipple. “It’s just - I can’t stop thinking about how - well, how experienced you are. In bed, I mean. And, well, that makes me wonder about the other women and I drive myself a little crazy with jealousy. It’s been a day for that, after all, what with those women at the pool all lusting after your body, and Dinora trying to flirt with you all during dinner, and well, like I said, you’re such an amazing lover that I don’t like to think about how you got so good. And then I start -”

Whatever she was about to say next was cut off by the pressure of his lips against hers, kissing her with exquisite tenderness. As he lifted his head, his hand softly cupping her cheek, she wanted to weep with joy at the way he was gazing at her.

“I love you, Tessa,” he told her fiercely. “Like I’ve never loved anyone before. I didn’t know what it felt like to love a woman until you came into my life.”

“I know.” She turned her face into his palm, her lips brushing against his skin. “It’s the same for me.”

His long fingers trailed down the side of her neck to her collarbone, and eventually back down between her breasts to circle around her nipple. “I’ve told you that there have been very few women in my life, and that is the unvarnished truth. And as for this supposed sexual prowess that you’re convinced I have - I’ve got to confess to always having been rather, ah, boring in that regard. At least until I met you, darling.”

Tessa’s bewilderment grew. “What does that mean?”

Ian grinned. “I mean that you’ve inspired me, love. You’re my, ah, sexual muse, so to speak. The things we do together - the positions, the enhancements, and most certainly the frequency - it’s all largely been the first time I’ve done any of those things, too. Before you, I more or less stuck to what you’d call the basics.”

Astonished, she pushed herself up to one elbow, too, so that they were now laying on their sides facing each other. “But how can that be? I mean, how could you have just thought some of it up? Like tonight, with the pillows just now. And before, in the dressing room, the mirror -”

His grin deepened as his fingers continued to tweak her nipple. “Well, it’s not from watching dirty movies or reading books on the subject. I, ah, just recalled some of my brother’s escapades, stories about his numerous and frequent sexual encounters that I was unfortunately regaled with far too often over the years.”

She gaped at him in disbelief. “Your brother? The younger one, I assume?”

“Colin, yes.” Ian shook his head in exasperation. “Before he met and married his wife, I swear he slept his way through half of London and a good part of Europe, too. There was always some lurid story or photo of him in the tabloids, and the PR department at headquarters was constantly doing damage control.”

“And he, um, shared all the juicy details with you?”

Ian wrinkled his aristocratic nose in distaste. “In far, far too much detail for my liking. You see, Colin lived with me in London for a couple of years. My mother practically begged me to let him room with me once he graduated from university. I suppose she hoped I’d be a good influence on him.”

She reached over and gave him a quick kiss, grinning at him impishly. “I can understand that. After all, you’ve been a very, very good influence on me.”

His hand squeezed her breast as he nuzzled the side of her neck. “Or a very, very bad one, depending on your point of view.”

Tessa sighed with pleasure as he tumbled her back onto the pillows, his tongue licking a circle around her sore, reddened nipple. “Mmm, no, it’s all been good.
Sooo
good. Now, ah, oh, yes, what about – ohh – your brother?”

Ian lifted his head reluctantly from her breast, replacing his lips with the pad of his thumb. “Nearly every morning over breakfast or on the drive to the office I’d be treated - very reluctantly, by the way - to a full replay of his previous evening’s action. Details that I have no intention of repeating to your tender ears, by the way. Trust me, some of Colin’s tales made
me
blush. Let’s just say he was extremely adventurous, and I doubt if he knew the meaning of the word taboo.”

She ran her fingers through his damp, disheveled hair. “So what you’re trying to tell me is that you’ve been stealing his moves, so to speak. Would that, ah, upset him if he knew?”

He gave a hoot of laughter. “God, no! My brother would be over the moon right now to learn I’d finally let my hair down. Colin used to rib me all the time about how formal and by the book I was. He used to call me rather unflattering nicknames as well. Like “Old Man” or “Professor Prude.”” He ran a hand up her thigh to her hip and then slid around to squeeze her ass cheek. “But when he meets you for the first time, he’s going to eat his words. Colin will take one look at this hot body of yours and know that I can’t keep my hands off of it.”

“Ian.” She sighed as he pulled her against him, plundering her mouth with another of his desperate, hungry kisses.

Within seconds, they were a tangle of arms and legs, entwined so closely that it felt to Tessa like their bodies were fused together. They rolled around the bed, changing positions constantly as they tried desperately to get even closer, to assuage their seemingly unquenchable craving for each other.

At one point, Ian lifted his lips from hers, groaning as he buried his face against the damp skin of her neck. “God, I want you, Tessa. Feel how much, feel what you do to me.” He urged her hand to his thick, throbbing cock, his groans increasing in volume with each slow, arousing stroke she made. “Ah, so good, love,” he panted, a gasp escaping his throat as her slim hand slid around to fondle the heavy weight of his testicles. “But,” he clamped a hand around her wrist, “I’d feel like the horniest, most inconsiderate bastard of all time if I took you again so soon. I know you need some more time before -”

“Shh.” She took him by surprise as she pushed him onto his back before sliding down his body.

Ian’s hips bucked up off the bed at the first touch of her tongue fluttering along his penis. “Tessa,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her thick blonde curls. “You don’t have to do -”

“But I want to. I love doing this,” she purred, circling the broad head of his cock with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth.

“Jesus.” He was breathing heavily, the excitement coursing through his body with each stroke of her hand, each sweet, erotic pull of her lips.

“Mmm, you’re delicious,” she murmured. “I could do this all night long.” As he’d taught her, she relaxed the muscles of her throat and took him in as deeply as she could, as much of him as she was able. She slid her mouth off of him, replacing her lips with her hand, and smiled up at him impishly. “What would your brother say if he could see you now?”

Ian laughed weakly. “He would say that I was the luckiest bastard in the universe. And he definitely - ah -” he stammered as she once again took him into her very eager mouth “wouldn’t even think - ah, Christ - of calling me – fuck - old man.”

Chapter Twenty

“You look kind of, uh, tired, Ian. Late night?”

“Hmm?” Ian glanced up across the table at his dining companion. “I’m sorry, Matt, did you say something? Afraid I’ve been in a bit of a daze most of the morning.”

Matthew Bennett gave his friend a knowing grin. “Should I assume your very hot new girlfriend is the reason for your, er, daze?”

Ian couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his features. “Jesus, mate, you wouldn’t believe the half of it. But, yes, suffice it to say that Tessa is most definitely the reason I look a little out of it right now. Not to mention in dire need of a nap.”

Ian considered Matthew one of his closest friends here in San Francisco, but there was still absolutely no way he was going to confide the exact reason he was so wiped out this morning. He’d been woken out of a sound sleep at an ungodly hour of the morning, but he’d have had to be a blithering idiot to even consider complaining about it - not when he’d woken with a groan to find a gorgeous, sexy blonde bent over him, his cock in her mouth as she gave him a very enthusiastic blowjob. And then, when he’d been perilously close to coming, she’d straddled his body, positioning the thick head of his penis at the entrance to her body before impaling herself an inch at a time until he was buried to the root.