Two's Company (4 page)

go out.”

“Really? You still want to go out with me?”

“Well it looks as if my date canceled and I have nothing else to do. So

yeah, let’s go somewhere. On me,” he added with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Do you come here a lot?” Gillian asked.

“Occasionally, when I have some time off,” Ian replied.

“It’s wonderful.”

“Would you like to dance?” Ian came to his feet and offered his hand.

Gillian smiled and stood. They walked to the dance floor and Ian twirled

her into his arms, holding her tightly as the music played. He felt her large

breasts against his chest and it sent a warm sensation crawling through his gut.

He smiled over the top of her head, enjoying the feeling. It had been quite

some time since he’d actually felt attracted to a woman, much less
sexual
attraction.

His
job didn’t require feelings; it simply required stimulation. Quite a different

sensation that he hadn’t felt it in a long time. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last

time he had. Closing his eyes, he let the feelings wash through his blood and

move from his belly into his groin until his balls tightened against his body.

When the music ended, he escorted Gillian back to their table. “Thank you

for the dance.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied.

“Would you like another drink?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Would you like another dance?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Would you like to go back to your hotel?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Ian smiled. “Would you like to go home with me?”

Gillian smiled back. “Yes, I think I would.”

Ian gazed at Gillian in the soft light and thought she looked beautiful.

Extraordinarily beautiful. Her long, dark hair hung over one shoulder,

completely covering her left breast. Her dark eye
s looked black in the dim light and a

slight smile parted her full, pink lips. He saw h
er chest rise and fall slightly with each

breath she took, and she looked comp
letely at ease. He wondered why he had the

jitters.

He reached for her, stroked her cheek and let his hand move down the

column of her throat to her silk blouse. Unbuttoning the blouse, his hands grazed

the lacy fabric of her bra. He slid the material off her shoulders and it fell to the

floor. He pulled her into his arms and his mouth covered hers, softly, gently, at

first. He nibbled at her lips and sucked her full bottom lip into his mouth. He felt

her hands moving up and down his back, pulling his shirt out of the waistband

of his slacks so she could feel his bare skin. Her touch sent a shiver down his

spine and goose bumps over his flesh. Her nails grazed his skin as he found the

clasp to her bra and slid it off her body.

Gillian ran her hands over his back, around his stomach and up his chest

before she pushed him away from her. She licked her lips and smiled while

unbuttoning his shirt. When she pushed it over his shoulders, her lip caught in

her teeth as she looked at him. Through hooded eyes she admired the planes and

hard angles with sinewy muscle beneath smooth, tanned skin, and covered with

a light dusting of dark hair. Letting her hands glide over him, she raked her nails

through the hair on his chest and followed the thin trail down his stomach until

it disappeared. She pulled the hook on his trousers free, unzipped them and let

them
slide over his hips and down his legs. Bare beneath it all, he looked

magnificent. Her breath caught as she reached for him and wrapped her hand

around his dick. She dropped to her knees, knelt before him, and sucked him

into her mouth.

She moved back and forth on him, loving the feel of his cock growing

hard against her tongue, and he continued to grow larger until her jaws ached

from his demanding size. With his fingers tangled in her hair, he moved her

mouth back and forth on his cock, setting his own rhythm, and she followed

where he led.

“Look at me,” he said hoarsely. He pulled her head back and she had no

choice but to meet his eyes. He moved his hands to each side of her face, holding

her head perfectly still while he pushed his cock farther down her throat.

Gillian ran her hands up the outside of his legs, around to the cheeks of

his ass, and back to the insides of his thighs. She grasped his balls gently, yet

firmly in one hand, and massaged him as she watched his face. His changing

expressions
told her how much he enjoyed fucking her mouth, and she grazed

her nails down one thigh.

About to explode in her mouth, Ian knew he had to stop right then. Her

warm mouth felt so damn good; the last thing he wanted was to stop but he

pulled out. He gritted his teeth, placed his hands on her shoulders and lifted her

to him. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed and lay down beside her.

Gently, he stroked her cheek and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth

and palmed one of her tits. Her nipples grew taut and her body responded to his

touch. He licked his way down her neck and over her collarbone. He sucked a

nipple into his mouth while his hand moved farther down her body. He stroked

the soft skin of her stomach, fingered the small hoop in her bellybutton, and

moved over her hips to her thighs.

Gillian arched into his hand when he cupped her pussy and slid one

finger up and down the wet folds. Her legs spread for him, she rocked her hips

against his hand as two of his fingers slipped inside her. She felt his teeth on her

nipple and it drove a spear of desire straight to her clit. One of her hands roamed

restlessly over Ian’s back while the other massaged one tit.

“F
uck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me now!”

Ian slid on top of her and kissed both her breasts, then slid down her body

with his tongue leaving a wet, hot trail over her skin. On his knees between her

legs, he grasped her hips in both hands and held her tightly to the bed, then

licked the thin strip of hair left from her last bikini wax down to her clit. He

sucked her clit between his lips, held it gently while his tongue flicked back and

forth over it. His eyes never left Gillian’s face while he watched her reactions to

his movements. Her hands roamed over her tits, roamed down her stomach and

back up her body, up her neck and over her face. She sucked a finger into her

mouth and moaned loudly. His tongue slipped farther down, and he dipped into

her wet pussy and mouth-fucked her.

Gillian thought she’d burst into flames if Ian continued in this manner.

Every nerve in her body burned, every cell called out to him, and every ounce of

her being begged for release. Being held down thrilled her, but what he did

while he held her down rocked her nearly out of her mind.

“F
uck me,” she begged. “Just make me come. I can’t stand this!”

Gillian’s words brought Ian to his knees. He sat between her thighs cross
-

legged,
and lifted her to him. Positioned so her legs hung over his shoulders with

her c
unt at his mouth, he feasted. He flicked his tongue over her clit and just

when she was about to come, he pulled her back. He slid his mouth to her

opening and sucked her pussy juices before moving back to her clit where he

blew a raspberry until she writhed and screamed his name. He continued that

sweet torture for several minutes until Gillian’s body glistened with perspiration.

Her hands massaged her tits, and she begged him over and over to make

her come. With one last breath, he blew on her clit, vibrated it with his lips and

watched her face while she came, screaming for more. When at last she finished,

she fell limply back onto the bed, panting. Ian lapped at her gently until her

breathing returned to normal, then slid up to lay beside her.

With a gentle kiss, he pushed the hair back out of her face. “Roll over to

your side,” he whispered. With her ass pressed against his hard cock, he held

one cheek in his hand and slid slowly into her, taking his time filling her. He

wrapped an arm around her waist, splayed the flat of his hand on her abdomen

and pressed her back against him. Sliding his other arm around her shoulders

with her head resting on his upper arm, he pulled her head back against him.

He wrapped his hand around one of her tits and began stroking his dick

in and out of her. Slowly building up speed and force, he slipped the hand on her

abdomen lower so that his fingers reached between her legs and found her clit.

With each stroke of his cock, her pussy moved forward against his fingers,

bringing her to the edge again. She panted and moaned while he moved his

other hand from her breast to her throat and squeezed just until her airflow had

been nearly shut off. He pounded his cock into her, harder and harder, until her

pussy contracted hard around him and her juices flooded him. He released her

throat, wrapped both arms tightly around her, and bit the back of her neck when

he came.

With her body held tightly against him, he panted harshly, “Be still. Just

don’t move for a moment.”

Gillian didn’t think she could move if her life depended on it. She panted

and tried to catch her breath. She felt Ian’s body begin to relax, so she clenched

her pussy muscles around his semi-erect dick. She laughed when he groaned.

“How
ya doin’?” she asked.

“Close to death. You?”

“Better now. Goodness, I don’t know how much women pay you for that,

but whatever it is, you’re worth every penny!” Gillian chuckled.

Ian pulled her closer and whispered, “It doesn’t matter how much they

pay me, they never get that.”

Gillian turned her head to look at him but his eyes were already closed.

She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it.

                                                ~ * ~

The phone rang bright and early the next morning. Ian moaned as he

rolled over to answer it. “Hello,” he said groggily.

“Brunch at mother’s in two hours,” Sylvia announced. “Be there.”

“What time is it?”

“Nearly ten-thirty. Get out of bed and be here on time, please?”

“Yes, dear,” he groaned. “I’ll be there.” He fumbled to hang up the

receiver.

He rolled back over and smiled as he watched Gillian sleeping. Her hair

fanned the pillow like a halo and a slight smile curved her lips. The sheet

wrapped around her waist and her nipples were puckered as if inviting him. He

moved toward
her and accepted the invitation.

“That’s the best way to wake up,” Gillian said, sitting up. They’d made

love for nearly an hour.

“Just wait until you see what I have planned in the shower,” Ian said,

raising both eyebrows. “We have to be at my mother’s for brunch by twelve-thirty.”

“What? Oh, no, I can’t go.”

“Why not?”

“We can’t show up there together. There’s no earthly reason the two of us

should be together.”

Ian laughed, took her hand and tugged her into the bathroom. “Don’t

worry about it. I’ll take you by your hotel so you can change, but first I’ll call Syl

and ask if she wants me to pick you up since I’m closer than she is.”

“Okay.” Gillian nodded. She stepped into the open rainfall shower,

grabbed his hand and pulled him in with her.