Out of the Ashes (31 page)

Lower he goes, skimming his tongue over my entire stomach and dipping it into my belly button.  Then he kisses his way down each of my legs.  I
’m writhing in ecstasy and I can feel the silk of the ties begin to rub at my wrists.  “Ian.”  I plead with him but he smiles and throws my words back at me. 

“Patience, my love.”  Once he
has nibbled and sucked on my toes, he makes his way back up to my inner thigh.  “You smell like heaven.”  His tongue flicks out over my clit and I completely loose it.  My orgasm comes rushing out of me.  “Oh, Ms. Brooks, you make this too easy.  Guess we will start on the next one.”  He plunges his tongue inside me, licking up my juices.  He places each of hands on my hips to hold me down as he continues the torture with his tongue.  He moves his mouth to mine in one quick movement.  “I want you to know how wonderful you taste.”  His tongue runs along my lower lip and then enters my mouth and I taste my arousal.  As his tongue is plundering my mouth, his hand slides down to the apex of my thighs.  He teases my clit before putting one and then another finger inside me.  After pumping them in me several times he brings his hand to my lips.  I am panting for him.  When his fingers are close enough, my tongue darts out and licks my juices from them.  When he puts them in my mouth, I suck them greedily.

“Fucking perfect
.  You know just how to undo me, Celeste.”  He is between my thighs and I feel him plunge into me, deep and sharp.  He gives my body a minute to adjust to being filled so violently.  “Your pussy is so tight.  I don’t want to leave.” 

“Ian, oh god, Ian.”  I thrust my hips up trying to get some friction but he continues to hold still. 

“Sweetheart, tell me how I feel about you?” 

“You love me.  Oh god, you love me.”  I scream out.  Giving him what he wants, he gives me what I want and begins to move
, thrusting his hips in slow exaggerated movements.  I feel like I’m being ripped in two.  Every time I get to the edge he stops.  I don’t know how much more I can take.  He leans back on his heels, and pulls me up so I am almost sitting on him.  His mouth finds my breast and he takes the nipple in his mouth as his hands move to my hips.  He lifts me and slams me back down his hard length over and over again.  My screams are so loud now if we had neighbors they would probably think someone was being murdered. 

“Shit Celeste.”  I can tell he’s close and so am I.  He slams
into me a couple more times as I come apart in his arms at the same time as he spills himself inside me. 

“Ian… That was…  You are…  Oh everything… Amazing.”  I
’m babbling incoherently but I couldn’t care less.  This man is my world.

~

We get in the Audi to head to the office.  Life seems unreal right now.  Oh, I’m not going to lie getting up an hour earlier to give time for the commute sucks, but it’s a small price to be here with him.  “Oh, I almost forgot,” he pulls me from my thoughts, “I have a housekeeper and chef starting on Monday.  So if you plan to keep your promise to christen the whole house we’d better get to work this weekend.”  I’m sure my face is as red as his shirt; I look into the front at Connor and even though all I can see is the back of his head, the grin that he has on his face is unmistakable. 

“Ian.  Stop it.”  My eyes flicking to
the back of Connor’s head.  I can tell he’s trying to stifle a laugh.

“Just wanted to give you a heads up
, love.”

As we pull up to the office, Ian takes my hand and starts drawing small circles on it.  I recognize this as a nervous habit of his so ask him what’s going on.  “
Celeste, just hear me out.”  I do roll my eyes at that.  Oh god, what now?  “You know we have that San Diego trip next week.  Well, I sort of did something and now we’re going to have to head out a few days early.”  Why was he always fucking with the schedule and telling me at the last minute? 

“What did you do?” 

He squirms uncomfortably in the seat and meets Connor’s eyes in the rear view mirror.  “Oh no, Mr. Jacobs, you are on your own for this.  I won’t get involved.”  Connor laughs at him.  

“Celeste, since your birthday was kind of sprung on me, I didn’t really have time to prepare anything for you.” 

“What are you talking about?  You got me that gorgeous necklace.” 

“Yes, but if I had time we could have planned a party or a trip somewhere to celebrate.” 

“Ian, I told you I don’t like to celebrate my birthday.” 

“I know but I want to change that so as a belated
, a very belated, gift.  I pulled some strings and got you tickets to Maroon 5 in San Diego this weekend.”  The last part comes out in a rush of breath and I almost don’t catch what he said.  I heard something and then Maroon 5 and then San Diego and weekend but it still isn’t registering in my brain.  When it all finally clicks, I let out a squeal and throw my arms around him.  “See Connor, you should be glad I waited until we were at the office or you would’ve had to listen to this noise all the way here.  I may have to move offices for the day.”  He hadn’t really been nervous to tell me; just agitated because he knew what the reaction would be.  It still bothered him a bit that I had a crush on Adam Levine, like that could ever happen, which is why what he said next was even more shocking.  “And I got backstage passes so you get to hang out with the band.” 

When I
remove my mouth from the floor, I press my lips to his.  “Have I ever told you that you spoil me?” 

“Anything for you, sweetheart.  But know that I will be right by your side
and backstage you will never be out of my sight.” 

“Ian, what if I have to go to the bathroom?” 

“When I said never I meant NEVER; I’ll just have to come with you.”  Oh, he’s impossible but wonderful at the same time.  I wipe my lipstick from his face as we step out of the car.  There’s no way I’m going to be able to work today between my excitement at the concert and wanting to properly thank Ian; my brain has completely checked out.

The weekend arrives quickly. 
We board the jet and the flight attendant hands us each a glass of champagne.  “This is really too much.  A private jet?” 

“Sweetheart, it’s the company’s and this is technically a business trip after all.”  He clinks his glass to mine.  The concert is tonight so we have made an early start because I explained that it
would take me several hours to prepare for this.  I’m very grateful for the champagne because I definitely need something to ease my nerves.  In less than 7 hours I will be able to meet, talk to, and touch Adam Levine.  Hmm, how will that go over?  Okay maybe not touch.

I spend the day at the hotel spa having every treatment under the sun.  I am glowing when I arrive back in the suite.  I have had the stylist leave my hair down because Ian likes
it that way.  I slip into my dark denim jeans and pull my knee-high boots over them.  Then I put on my sweater; it hangs slightly off one shoulder and hugs all the curves I have.  “Oh no!”  Ian points to the closet.  “Go back and find something else.  Don’t you have some sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt or something.”  I don’t know why tonight has him so uptight but at least this outfit covers all of me unlike some of the others that I have worn out with him. 

“Ian, what are you so worried about?” 

“Love, I can see everything in those jeans and that sweater.  Every curve of your breasts and your ass.  Dear lord, are you even wearing underwear?” 

Just to torment him, “Ian, these jeans are so
tight the panty line would show.”  I think his eyes are going to come out of his head.  Okay, I need to tone it down.  I wrap my arms around his neck.  “There’s only one man who’s going to get to peel these jeans and boots off me later.” 

“It better be me,” he
growls. 

“Who else would it be?” 

His face softens.  “But the boots are really hot.” 

I lean up and run my tongue along his ear.  “I’ll put them back on after I strip down and you can make love to me while I
wear them.” 

He growls again. 
“Okay, stop it or I’m not going to be able to take you to this concert.” 

Just to push him a little further, “There are plenty of dark corners at concerts like this; maybe I should change into a skirt.”  I run my hands over the bulge in the front of his jeans. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely going to kill me.”  And he walks away.  I leave the jeans figuring if things get a little heated later we can always find a room backstage.

On the drive to Chula Vista, Ian is surprisingly quiet.  “Is everything okay?”  He gives me a small smile, not the panty-dropping one and
though I know something is up, he says nothing.  “Okay, now you have to tell me what’s going on?”

“What if you like him?”  He says it so quietly that I
’m almost not sure I heard him right.  He runs his hands through his hair.  Is he really afraid that…  No, he couldn’t be. 

“Ian, did you just ask me what would happen if I like Adam?  Are you being serious with me right now?”  When he doesn’t say anything, I realize this is really bothering him.  “Okay since you’re not talking to me, I guess I
’ll do it all.  I like Adam; think he’s pretty hot actually and I love their music but that’s it.  Even if he was interested which isn’t something you would ever have to be worried about, seriously,” I gesture to myself, “I’m with you and only want to be with you.  I’m not Rebecca and would never treat you like that.  You’re far too special to me.  I love you.  Nothing will change that or make me want anything else, ever.”  I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine.  But before we get too carried away, the car pulls up to the Street Train Amphitheatre.

Ian’s mood
lightens considerably with my confession on the drive over.  I pretty much forget about his concern when I see our seats.  “Oh my god, you didn’t tell me they were front row seats.  These are impossible to get.” 

He shrugs, “I happen to know one of the band members.”  Holy shit!  Now my eyes are bugging out of my head.  How is it he always manages to shock me?  The concert starts and I get lost in the music.  I dance close to Ian, pressing and rubbing my body over his.  Best night ever!  “If you don’t stop I’m taking you out to the limo.” 
He whispers harshly into my ear, grasping my hips and pulling me sharply into his groin.  The show starts to wind down and I don’t want to waste the backstage passes but oh hell, why do all these decisions have to be so difficult? 

“Ian,” I lean into his chest cupping his ass.  “I want you inside me.”  He pulls me to
ward a curtained off area and flashes our passes.  I still hear the music as he leads me down the hallway to a small room that must be someone’s office. 

Like lightning, he strips me out of the boots and my jeans and pins me to the doo
r.  In the distance, Adam sings about needing to love somebody.  Ian runs his hand between my thighs. 

“Always so eager for me
, love.”  He drops his mouth to mine for a scorching kiss. 

“Isn’t it you who alw
ays says I’m fucking insatiable?”  I plunge my tongue into his mouth and he lifts me off the floor. 

“Hold on.”  He grips under my ass.  “I fucking love this ass.  I can’t wait to tear into it.”  He must sense my panic.  “Not tonight, sweetheart.  Well
, not right here anyway.”  Then he thrust his cock inside me. 

“Ah god. Yes, that’s so good.”  He
’s pounding me against the door and I’m sure the people in the hallway know exactly what’s going on but fuck, this is wonderful.  He pounds into me harder and faster. 

“I want to hear you scream when you c
ome.”  His words push me over the edge and I clench around him spurring on his own orgasm.  He pumps into me until the last of his seed fills me up.

He sets my legs down and once they are steady enough
, he releases my waist to find some tissues so I can clean up a little. After I’m slightly more presentable, we make our way down to the dressing room.  There are already several people in there talking and having drinks.  As we walk in, holy shit!  I’m face to face with Adam Levine.  Now I get an up close and personal look at why he was named sexiest man alive.  I think I might need to change my panties again.  I have no words, completely dumbstruck as Adam comes over to greet Ian.  “Ian, glad you could make it.  I hope you enjoyed the show.”  What the hell?  Adam is the band member that Ian knows.  How did he fail to mention this before? 

I shoot
him a disapproving look and he just shrugs and gives me a small smile that says don’t be mad at me.  “Oh, I especially enjoyed the last few songs and the encore.”  He glances at me and I flush from head to toe. 

“
Grab a drink, sit down.”  Adam gives me a small hug not lingering too long.  If looks could kill, poor Adam would be dead and Ian would have a very, very angry girlfriend on his hands. A low growl comes from Ian’s throat.  Is he really having a pissing contest with Adam fucking Levine? 

Adam gives me a wink and turns to Ian, “Don’t worry man.  Don’t you know that I only date models?”  Then he turns and directs us to where the food and drinks are set up.
I place my hand on Ian’s arm to help calm him but he wants to punch something or more precisely someone right now. 

“You just made me scream and it
’ll be you making me scream later.  Stop worrying.  This is a dream come true for me but you’re better than the dream.”  I whisper in his ear.