Out of the Ashes (20 page)

“Sweetheart, if we’
re going to do this here, you’re going to have to try to be quiet.  Do you think you can do that if I give you what you want?” 

“Yes, Ian.  Please I need you… now.” 

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”  His fingers are quickly replaced with his hard length and he plunges into me.  “God, I love how fucking wet you are.”  He drops one hand from my waist and lifts my leg by the thigh to open me up for him.  “Ah, Ian.”

“
Celeste,” he says covering my mouth with his, “I told you quiet.”  But oh, this is so good and being moments away from being caught by someone is only making me hotter. 

“Harder.”  I try to make my v
oice a whisper but with the thundering of my heart, I’m not sure if I’ve succeeded.  Ian willingly gives in to my request; and pounds into me relentlessly.  No longer being able to control my screams and sure that the people down the hall can hear us, he covers my mouth first with his mouth and then when he realizes that isn’t going to help much, with his hand.  I can’t hold back any longer.   With a long cry, my orgasm tears through me.  I cling to him desperately to stop myself from plummeting to the floor but his hold on me is solid as he pumps into me and my walls clench around him. 

“Ah fuck Celeste.”  With that he spills himself inside me.  Once we are breathing somewhat normally, he pulls from me
, wipes my sweaty hair from my forehead and drops a kiss on my head.  “Celeste, that was…  I would ask to do it again and I’m sure our audience wouldn’t mind because that was fucking hot; but the management of the club would probably object.  So we better head back to the table.” 

“Do you think they would object to you taking me on the table?”  I’m only half joking. 

“Kill me now.” He says with a roll of his eyes.  “You are absolutely insatiable.  I don’t know what I am going to do with you.” 

“You
’re going to take me back to the hotel and do that again against your bedroom wall.”  And I’m completely serious now.  So with a quick call to Connor, he has us back to the hotel and makes good on my request.

I’m happy to be going back to New York but at the same time I’m sad to leave what Ian and found in London behind.  I keep reminding myself that I’m taking it with me as the man sits next to me.  I’m so afraid that reality won’t live up to the time we had in England.  There are also so many more distractions back in New York.  Hopefully, our burgeoning relationship is strong enough to handle them all.

I think back to Saturday night once we returned to the room.  Needless to say the red dress will not be making it out to any more clubs and I am out a
£500 dress.  But it was totally worth it to have Ian’s strong hands rip it from my body.  I think Ian was even a little conflicted over the dress’s demise because even though he didn’t like the attention I attracted in it; he definitely enjoyed the way I looked in it and the easy access.

“What
’s that grin about, love?”

“I was just thinking about Saturday and m
y poor dress.  You owe me £500 by the way.”

“I’m sure I can find many, many ways to make it up to you.  And if some new dresses are what you need I
’m sure we can find some time to get some.  I happen to personally know one of the city’s foremost designers and I also know that she quite enjoys designing dresses for you.”

“Yeah and naughty lingerie,” I add blushing that his mother knows what I
’m wearing before her son fucks me.

“Not getting modes
t on me all of a sudden are you?  After the club and knowing your fondness for airplane bathrooms, I’m hoping we can join the mile high club.” 

I playfully slap his shoulder then lean over and whisper in his ear.  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, mister.” I look at him biting my lower lip and he growls at me. 

Before I know it I’m up out of the seat and he carries me to the bathroom, paying no attention to the protesting flight attendant.  “Sir, you can’t…” That’s as far as she gets before he closes and locks the door.

Once we
’re both fully satisfied and after apologizing to the flight attendant, claiming I was violently ill and giving her his panty-dropping smile, Ian sits down next to me with a smug satisfied smile on his face.  “Who knew airplane bathrooms could be so much fun?  Oh wait, you already knew that didn’t you?” 

“Oh
, you’re never going to forget that are you?” 

“Sweetheart, not as long as I live and I may even have a tribute to airplane bathrooms put on my tombstone so I can remember eternally.”

Back in the New York office, there are various client meetings to schedule and the warehouse is quickly taking shape, requiring Ian to be on site several times per week.  So we have even more meetings crammed into his already jam packed schedule to meet with prospective tenants and go over the layouts.  I’ve hardly had any time at home since we returned and Gavin is unhappy with me not being around so I promise him a night out this coming weekend.

“Celeste, this Saturday is my mother’s birthday and we
’re all heading out to her house as there will be a party for her.  My sister has handled all the planning and it should be a fantastic event.  I have it on good authority that she has even designed a dress for you for the party.” 

“Ian, you do realize how ridiculous it sounds for your mother to make me a dress to wear to her birthday party, don’t you?  Wait did you say Saturday?”  Crap. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“I told Gav we could have some time together this weekend.  He
’s a bit miffed at me never being home and not spending much time with him.”  Since we returned, I’ve spent most evenings at Ian’s penthouse apartment; other than the few times he’s had dinner meetings that ran late.  Never sleeping over, but really only returning to the apartment to sleep.  I just can’t risk the return of the nightmares on a night when Ian is staying with me.  I took enough of a chance all those nights in London and realized on our first night back when I awoke screaming with sweat dripping from my body that I’d taken a stupid risk for too long. 

“Take Friday off and then have him come out with us on Saturday.  We have plenty of room and mother plans to have all of
us stay through until Sunday so that we can have a low-key barbecue Sunday afternoon.   Oh and I almost forgot bring your suit so we can relax a bit in the hot tub.” 

“I think Gav will be very pleased with that.  I
’ll talk to him later tonight and let you know.” 

His eyes drop from mine and he stammers,
“Oh, I… um… I have a dinner meeting that will probably run late this evening so can we postpone our dinner?”  Hmm, I don’t remember any meetings on his calendar.  I give him a questioning look.  He runs his hands through his hair, a telltale sign that something is out of order. “It was a last minute thing with one of the developers and it can’t wait as it involves some additional details that one of the tenants, who has already signed on, wants to add.” 

“No, it
’s fine. This will give me a little more time with Gavin.  We can watch movies and order in Chinese.  It’ll be fine.” 

“May
I come to your place when the meeting is over?  I really don’t want to spend the evening without you but I wouldn’t ask you to sit around here all night by yourself waiting for me.”  He looks like a lost puppy as he asks me, as if I would say no to him. 

“Of course.  I
’d really like that.  I went shopping yesterday and may have some things to show you.”  Now I can tell I have his attention, “Oh no, mister.”  I say as he stalks toward me. 

“Ian, no, Ian, you’r
e going just going to have to wait until later.”  And I bolt for the door.  I should know better than to try to out run him.  I have to step up the workout routine.  He’s in front of me before I can reach for the knob. 

“Oh sweetheart, now you’re running from me.  Those chains on my desk are starting to sound better and better.”  I swallow hard.  Um, yes please, just show me where to sign up for that job. 

“Ian,” my voice is breathy and sensual, “if you want me on your desk there are no chains required.” 

His mouth drops open, “All right
, love, if that’s how you want to play.  I was going to let you go with a kiss and swat on the ass but now…” He trails off as he scoops me up and carries me over to his desk.  “I’ve decided I would rather have you here, pleasuring me.”  My panties are soaked. I don’t hesitate to open his pants and free his pulsing cock.  I slowly sink to my knees keeping my eyes on his; my hand wraps around his hard length.  I lick my lips then flick my tongue out at the tip reveling in the groan that comes from him.  Feeling a little bolder, I take him in mouth and slide up and down his length.  “Ah Celeste, sweetheart.”  He tries to pull me up from my knees but I place both hands firmly on his thighs and continue to raise and lower my mouth over him.  I take him all the way in, the tip of him pushing against the back of my throat.  I slide my tongue along the pulsing vein that runs his length and he groans again throwing his head back.  I pull back so only his tip is in my mouth and circle my tongue over him. 

Then he begins to move, slowly at first so as not to choke me then when he realizes I can handle it he pumps into my mouth a little harder. 
“Oh, that perfect mouth.  Everything about you is perfect.  Next I will fuck that perfect ass.”  I gasp around his length; I hadn’t really ever considered that.  “Oh yes, gorgeous.  All of you is mine and I will have it all.”  I begin to flick my tongue around the tip as he pushes in and out.  “Celeste, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth you better stop now.”  I can see he’s exercising all of his control to stop toppling over the edge in case that isn’t something I want.  My response is to suck harder as he pushes forward.  “Ah, Celeste, yes.”  I swallow down every last drop and lick the remaining drops from his tip.  “Sweetheart, that’s not exactly what I had in mind when I brought you over here but if it pleases you…” he smiles down at me.  “I quite like you on your knees behind my desk.  I think this might become part of your performance evaluation.” 

“Why, yes Mr. Jacobs.”  I bat my eyelashes at him.  “I
’m after all here to serve and service you.” 

“
You are a naughty thing, aren’t you?  Get your ass up on the desk now so I can service you.”  You don’t have to tell me twice.  I hop up and then it’s Ian on his knees in front of me. 

“I change my mind,” he says pressing his face between my thighs, “I think I
’d prefer having you chained to my desk like this so I could have you anytime I want.”  He runs his tongue over my soaking folds.  “Hmm.  Do you have any idea how good you taste?  Your pussy is just as stunning as the rest of the rest of you.  Abso-fucking-lutely stunning.  Do you want to know how good you taste?” He rises and presses his mouth to mine so that I can taste myself on his tongue.  I moan in satisfaction. “Do you like that, sweetheart?  Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Ian, pl
ease…” 

“Please what,
Celeste?  I need you to tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

“Please Ian
, I want your mouth on me.  I want you to lick me.  Please, Ian, lick my pussy.” 

“Sweetheart, that
’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”  And he’s back between my thighs, running his tongue over me, lapping up all my juices as he inserts two fingers.  I ride high on his mouth and hand; my orgasm crashes through me.  Ian continues to lick me as my orgasm flows out of me.  “I can’t fucking get enough of you.  I knew from the first moment I saw you that every inch of you would be this stunning.” 

“Ian, from
the first time we met, I was absolutely transfixed by you.  I knew I had to have you.”  I can’t stop the words as they fly from my mouth.  Oh, if he only knew the meaning behind those words… 

And
then he slides his pants off the rest of the way.  “So my stunning girl, would it turn you on more to know that I didn’t lock the door?”  He says as he plunges into me.  “You seemed to really enjoy that night in the club knowing we had an audience.”  He leans into kiss me.  I should be stopping him because someone could walk in at any time but frankly, I’m getting a thrill from the thought of being caught and really wouldn’t care if someone did walk in right now.  I doubt I’d even notice them.  I’m already building back up; the tension becoming so great it won’t be long.  I smile up at him so he knows that I don’t give a shit about the door.  “Oh you really are a naughty girl.  How did I get so lucky?”  He drives into me until we finally collapse to floor both sated from our efforts. 

As I sit on his lap
behind his desk both of us exposed in the most intimate ways, the door does open with a light knock.  “Ian?”  A woman’s voice calls around the door.  Oh dear god, really does she have to interrupt this moment?  He lifts his hips to pull up and fasten his pants while I smooth down my skirt and try to find where my panties went.  Well, that will be a nice surprise for the cleaning crew.  I can’t help but grin. 

Ian stands clearly a little rumpled but looking
nowhere near as disheveled as me.  “Oh, I’m sorry.” I hear Rebecca say.  “I was just coming by to see if you have a few minutes to talk before we head to dinner.”  Ian’s eyes shoot to me; his body physically sagging, knowing that he’s caught.  When her words finally register in my shocked brain, I bolt up and start for the elevator.  I see the shock on her face but as I exit she turns and gives me a sly smile.  The bitch knew I was there the whole time she was talking to him.