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  In a breathless voice she said, “I want you inside of me, Ian, now.” I loved the sound of my name on her lips. I continued sucking on her tits as I reached down with one hand and fished my wallet out of my pants. With one hand I found what I was looking for and tossed the rest in the floorboard. I stopped sucking and licking her chest long enough to use my teeth to open the package. I had to pull away completely to put on the raincoat and my hands were shaking so hard it was no easy process. I finally got him covered and then I sat back in the seat. She climbed up on my lap and kissed me while using one hand to slowly stroke my cock again as she lined it up with her pussy. Once she had it in place, she sat down on it and let it fill her up. She was so warm and wet and so fucking tight. I swear to God I thought my head was going to explode.

  She started moving up and down on me then, letting it slide in and out of her and I covered her beautiful tits with my hands and played with the as she rode me, gradually increasing her pace. She had her head thrown back and that sexy long red hair was in her face. I moved my hand down between us and let my thumb find her clit. When I pressed against it she stopped moving and cried out.

  “Oh Jesus, Ian. Oh God!” She started moving faster and I rubbed harder. I was groaning now, still trying to hold back but feeling like if I didn’t cum I was going to implode. At last I felt her sweet hot pussy clamp down tightly onto my cock and she held herself in place tightly until the orgasm…wave after wave of it, finished washing through her. She was gasping and clutching at me and saying my name over and over. She drove me fucking crazy. When at last she relaxed, I realized I didn’t want to stop. If I started moving again, I wasn’t going to be able to control it. I was going to cum and cum hard. I took her by the hips and lifted her up off of me. She let out a little whimper and then I saw her eyes widen as I slid in a finger instead and began massaging her g-spot. As I did that, I moved my thumb up and let it rub against her clit. She was moving her hips and moaning and she finally gasped out, “Oh fuck, Ian! What are you doing to me?”

  I put my mouth to her ear and said, “I’m taking you to Heaven baby.” I left my finger inside of her, bent and still massaging as I slid down to the floorboard on my knees. Her moans were filling the car and knowing I was making her feel that good was almost too much for me. I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly across her swollen clit. She screamed, literally screamed. It was hot. She started bucking her hips and thrashing across the seat. She grabbed my head and pulled me in tighter. She held it there as my tongue raged against her clit and snaked up inside her pussy. As she came again, she held my head in place and said, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh God!” The last “Oh God!” was a scream and I made a note to self that we should never have sex in a place with thin walls. Not that I would care. I’d be proud for anyone to know she let me touch her. After a few more good thrusts of my tongue, her entire body convulsed and she collapsed again, back onto the leather seat. She was soaked with sweat, and probably sticking to it, but she didn’t seem to care. As I got up off the floor, she grabbed my cock with her hand and pulled me against her. I straddled her and slid right in. She was soaked.

  She put her head back against the seat and pushed her hips down more so that I was buried all the way inside of her. Then she raised her arms up over her head and I swear to God I’d never seen anything so hot. I began thrusting in and out of her, watching her breasts bounce and sway. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back again. She had me in a mindset that was beyond ecstasy. There were no words for it at all. She wrapped one leg around me, pulling me in tighter with her leg muscle. I went faster…deeper….I was panting and grunting and gasping…and then she reached down with one hand and grabbed her own tit and started running her fingers over the nipple, playing with it, pleasuring herself and that was the end for me. I came with a full body spasm and I realized that I was a screamer too. She leaned into me and we sat like that for a really long time, panting against each other, reveling in the feelings of being completely satiated and happy.

  Chapter Six

  Alexa

  I had never been so glad I’d gone anywhere as I was the night I went to Ian’s fight. That night was the start of something for us…something that I had high hopes for. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to. He came over and shot darts with me in the garage one day and we had a picnic lunch in the back yard another. About a week after that night, my Dad was going to be out so I invited him over for dinner. When he got there and I greeted him at the door, he met me with a kiss that was almost indecent. I loved it.

  “I missed you,” he said.

  I smiled. He had been by at lunch time. “It’s only been a few hours,” I said. I was teasing him. I had missed him too, like crazy. He came inside the house and I saw him glance around kind of nervously. “My dad went out tonight. He won’t be back until tomorrow. He’s staying up at his friend’s cabin by the lake.”

  “Oh, okay,” he said, casually. “I wasn’t worried about it.”

  I laughed. He could save that tough guy crap for everyone else. I think I was coming to know the real him and although he might not show his feelings often, they were there. “You want something to drink?”

  “Sure, whatever you have is fine.”

  I got him one of my dad’s beers and then I said, “I was getting ready to start the chicken. Do you want me to turn on the television for you?”

  “No, I want to help,” he said.

  “Really?”

  He laughed, “Yes, really. I’ve lived alone for a long time now. I can cook. It was either learn how or starve.”

  “Okay, can you chop?”

  “Can I chop? I’ve won awards for my chopping abilities,” he said with a grin.

  I rolled my eyes at him. He followed me into the kitchen and I pointed him to the cutting board where I’d set out the vegetables and a big bowl for the salad. “Salad, huh? You don’t believe that I can cook, do you?”

  “I absolutely believe it,” I said. “But salad is what I need right now, so work your magic.”

  He picked up the knife and started chopping the lettuce. While he was doing that I took out the chicken and started slathering it with the rest of the marinade.

  “Talk to me,” he said.

  “Okay,” I said as I put the chicken on the grilling pan. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “You. Tell me something I don’t know.”

  “Like what?”

  “There has to be like…a million things that I don’t know about you. What kind of movies do you hate?”

  I put the chicken under the broiler and turned towards him. “Hate? Why not, what kind do I like?”

  “Because you’re a girl and you’re going to say, romance or comedy…”

  “You’re a chauvinist.”

  He laughed and dumped the lettuce into the bowl. “I am not. You don’t like romance movies?”

  “I do, but that’s not the point. I also like action movies and Marvel Comics movies and horror films…”

  “Okay, so what do you hate?”

  I shook my head at him and said, “You’re hopeless. Let’s see, I hate subtitles, I hate those artsy, indie movies….”

  “Porn?”

  “What?” I asked, laughing. “What about it?” I watched him dump the perfectly sliced tomatoes into the bowl and reach for a cucumber.

  “Do you like porn?”

  I felt my face go hot as I said, “I’ve never watched it.”

  He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Never? Really?”

  “Really. Do you watch a lot of porn?”

  “Not a lot, but you know I’m a guy. Guys do watch porn.”

  “Hmm, do you like it?”

  He finished the cucumber and put that in the bowl. He had a thoughtful look on his face and then he said, “It’s okay…when it’s all you can get.” I rolled my eyes again and bent over to check on the chicken. I felt him move over behind me and when I stood up, I felt his arms slip around my waist. He pulled
me back into him and kissed my neck. My body felt like it melted into him whenever he touched me. He let go and I shuddered, I was cold all of a sudden. “Salad’s done. What now?”

  “That’s it. The potatoes are finished and we’re just waiting on the chicken.”

  “How much time until the chicken is ready?”

  “Maybe ten minutes. Are you really hungry?”

  “Not really. I just wanted to know if we had time to do this,” he pulled me back into him and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me and then he moved his lips down the side of my face and kissed my neck again and said, “And this…”

  Breathlessly, I said, “I think there’s always time for all of that.”

  We stood in the kitchen and kissed and touched and held onto each other until we almost burnt the chicken. It ended up turning out all right. He ate two pieces and raved about the potatoes. He of course also wanted me to rave about the salad, so I did. I did have to admit that it was the most nicely sliced and diced salad that I’d ever seen and that was a fact.

  The next afternoon after he’d gone to the gym I found him on my doorstep holding an X-box 360 and a bag of video games. “Wanna play with me?” he said with a grin when I opened the door. I did, but I’m not sure we had the same game in mind.

  “I’m not much of a gamer,” I told him. He grinned again and said, “Neither am I.” I knew he was lying when I watched him hook the box up to my dad’s complicated television set-up in like five seconds. He handed me a controller and I sat down next to him on the couch. I looked at the game that was loading up. It was a racing game and I realized that I had played it before, with Emma. Emma loved to drive and when she wasn’t driving, she was playing racing games. Damn her! If only she would have driven slower… “Okay, so you’re the pink car,” Ian said, interrupting my thoughts of Emma.

  “What if I wanted to be the blue one?” I asked.

  “Do you?”

  “No, I just wondered why you designated me the pink one. You are a chauvinist, aren’t you?”

  “It’s true,” he said putting his palms up. “I admit it. I’m a big, fat chauvinist. I think women are good for two things.”

  I smiled at him and said, “And what two things are those?”

  “Looking beautiful and being the smartest one in the room,” he said.

  “Good answer.”

  “I know, huh?” he said.

  We played the game and he beat me, three times. No one could accuse him of cheating to let someone else win, that’s for sure. After we’d both had enough of that I said, “Do you have your shorts in the car?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “The Simpson’s next door went to Hawaii and while they’re gone I’m watching the house, watering plants, stuff like that…”

  “You want me to put on my shorts and help you water plants?”

  “No, I was thinking we could sit in the Jacuzzi for a while.”

  He grinned one of his lecherous grins and said, “I’ll be right back.” He went out to the car and grabbed his shorts. I sent him in the bathroom to change and by the time he came out I had slipped my suit on underneath my shorts and t-shirt. We went out the back door and through the gate to the neighbors. The Simpson’s were an older couple who were both retired now. I’d known them my whole life and when I was younger they used to pay me to house sit. Emma would come over and we would sit in the Jacuzzi sometimes until the middle of the night, eating junk food and dreaming out loud about who we would marry and what our lives would be like when we were grown. I looked over at Ian. Sometimes it was surreal to me that I was doing the things with him that I used to do with her…only on a very different level.

  I checked all the plants and watered the ones that needed it, while Ian waited out on the patio for me. When I got back I found him already sitting on the side of the deck that surrounded it with his shirt off and his legs dangling into the water.

  “Someone’s ready for a dip,” I said.

  “I’ve been ready,” he said, “What’s taking you so long?”

  I stripped off my shirt and shorts. His eyes widened when he saw me in my bikini. I felt my face flush and as I climbed up and into the water I noticed that he was still staring. Smiling, I said, “You’ve seen me naked you know.”

  “I know. Believe me I haven’t forgotten a single inch of it either.”

  We both sat down in the warm, bubbly water and he slipped his arm around me and pulled me over closer to him. We sat there like that for a long while and I would have been completely okay if that was as far as it went. It had been a week though and we saw each other every day. The tension had been building a little bit each time. I wasn’t upset when suddenly I felt his lips graze my neck. I leaned my head back to give him better access and he licked his way across it, stopping to suck or nibble every so often. He let his hand slide up and started feeling my breasts through the bikini top. It felt good, but I wanted more. I reached back and untied it, letting it fall down so my breasts were bare. My nipples were already hard and he didn’t waste any time going from my neck with his tongue to one of my nipples. As he sucked it and rolled it around on his tongue I slid my hand over and rested it on top of his erection. I let my hand move back and forth slowly through his shorts while he sucked and licked and nibbled on my nipples.

  “Take these off,” I told him, tugging at his shorts. He didn’t hesitate. He stood up and slipped them off, laying them over the side of the tub. I moved closer while he was still standing and kissed his hard cock. He moaned and I slid my hand deeper between his legs and began gently massaging his balls as I opened my mouth and let his cock slip in between my lips. He groaned and reached for my hair. He wrapped his hands up in it and he used it to guide my head back and forth and he thrust himself in and out of my mouth. I was sucking hard and running my tongue along the underside as I did. I hadn’t taken my hand from his balls and I could feel them begin to grow and swell as his cock started twitching and swelling in my mouth.

  “Oh baby, I’m gonna cum. You need to stop, Alexa…baby…” I didn’t stop. I continued my sucking and his resistance lasted all of a half a second before the hold he had on my hair tightened and he began moving in and out harder and faster. He let out a loud grunt as he came and I continued to suck and swallow him through the orgasm. When he finished, he dropped back down next to me. He pressed his forehead to mine and I could feel his body trembling. I loved knowing that I did that to him. His breathing was still labored as he looked at me eye to eye and said, “You’re incredible.”

  I smiled. I was so glad he thought so. He kissed me, just rubbing his lips over mine softly and sexily. The warm water felt good and I leaned back into him again, still topless and enjoyed his hands rubbing across them as the water lapped against me. I felt his hand slide down across my belly and come to rest between my legs as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. He let his fingers run up and down across my swimsuit clad pussy. My breathing quickened against his mouth and I spread my legs open further. He smiled against my face and slid his fingers around the leg hole of my bikini bottom and slipped two of them inside. I shuddered hard when I felt them come into contact with my engorged clit. He touched me, for a few seconds and then I felt him take his hand out and I wanted to scream.

  “Take these off,” he said. I stood up and pulled them down. He let out a little growl as he looked at me and then putting his hands on my hips he turned me so I was facing away from him and then pulled me down on his lap. I felt his lips go directly to my neck and his left hand came up to cup my left breast and his right hand made its way back to that sweet spot between my legs. The first contact of his hand with my throbbing pussy caused me to gasp. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him. I could feel his cock growing hard again underneath me and his fingers making contact with my sensitive clit. He began rubbing in slow circles and pressing down against it.

  "Oh...yes!” I breathed out. It felt so good. Ian was so good. “Oh God Ian! Oh yes baby, right there!”
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  He had his mouth pressed against the side of my face and as he rubbed me he said, “Does that feel good baby? Do you like it?”

  “Oh God yes, oh my God, I love it!”

  “Relax baby girl, let me make you feel good.”

  I was trying to relax, but with his fingers rubbing against my clit and one hand still groping and massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples, it was hard. He slid a finger inside of me then, taking me up even a notch higher.

  “Oh Ian!”

  “What baby, you like that?” His voice was low and husky and oh so sexy.

  “Oh fuck, oh yeah!”

  “Tell me baby girl, tell me what you like.”

  “I like your fingers inside of me…oh yeah just like that…oh my God it feels so good when you press against my clit like that. Oh God Ian, you’re killing me!”

  I felt him smile just as he slid another finger in. He moved his hand over and started massaging the other breast and then I felt him bite down on my neck again and begin sucking. I was squirming around in his lap. I could feel his cock pressed against me now, hard and throbbing. His fingers were moving in and out of me and I bucked my hips to meet them. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so aroused before. This was so sexy. He pulled his head back up and pressed his face to mine. I could feel his warm breath and hear him panting now.

  “Oh Ian, I’m gonna cum baby! Oh God!” He moved his fingers faster, sliding in a third as I rocked myself up and down and back and forth on his lap. I was moaning and mewling and maybe even purring a little bit. The sound of his voice while he fingered me was the sexiest part, I think. No one had ever talked to me while they were fucking me…not like Ian.

  “That’s it baby, move that sweet ass where it feels good. Mm, you feel so good pressing against my cock.”

  “Oh Ian, I’m gonna cum!” I breathed out again.

  “Cum for me baby. Come on baby girl, cum for me.”