Shameless

9

Courtney groaned miserably as she came awake the next afternoon, her eyes fluttering open in the dim light of the room. And it shouldn’t be dim. Her bedroom faced the afternoon sun, the filmy curtains doing little to hold it at bay as it spilled into the room.

Opening her eyes further, she gazed across the expanse of a huge bed, into the cool dim room as an unconscious smile tugged her lips. She was in Ian’s bed. Not that he was there with her, but he had been.

Her hand reached out to smooth over the pillow beside hers, the slight indention in it assuring her had slept beside her.

Had he held her as she slept?

She moaned miserably. What the hell was she thinking the previous night to drink so much? She had known she couldn’t stay awake. Wine was more effective than any sleeping pill where she was concerned. Her foolishness had caused her to miss a night she would have given anything to remember.

The feel of his arms holding her. If he had held her.

She stared pensively around the masculine room. Heavy dark furniture emphasized the dimness of the room and added to its air of protective comfort. Here, Ian had surrounded himself with furniture of comfort. The chest and dresser and wardrobe were definitely antiques and beautifully preserved. The rolltop desk on the far side of the room looked a bit incongruous with the laptop that sat on its polished surface.

And the bed. She stared at the heavy foot posts, rising a good foot from the mattress. It was huge, obviously custom-made and superbly comfortable. She could lie there for hours. Ian’s scent wrapped around her, his blankets warming her, his bed cushioning her. Everything she needed was here, except Ian.

She settled deeper into the warmth of the bed as she stared at the glow of the sun’s warmth behind the heavy drapes. Last night had been informative. Not just in the information she had learned about Ian, but things she had learned about herself. She had believed she would be uncomfortable having to actually acknowledge any female Ian had fucked within a relationship. But where Kimberly Raddington had been concerned, there had been no jealousy.

The woman was warm, friendly, and so obviously in love with her husband that Courtney had quickly gotten over any ill feelings toward her. Yes, Ian had touched her, often. He had been the third in her marriage for many months now. But it had ended the night Courtney had arrived. He hadn’t been back since, and the most encouraging bit of news the other woman had dropped, was that Ian had informed her and her husband Jared, that they would need to find another third to fulfill the balance they both sought in their sexual relationship.

But Ian still hadn’t made any moves to complete his relationship with her. She bit her lip in indecision as she tried to figure that one out. She knew he wanted to. Knew he ached to do it. She could feel the tension whipping through the air each time another male came around them. She could also feel the tension rising in Ian. When he touched her, he was so obviously restraining himself, tamping down the wild lust she ached for.

She had thought just getting him into her bed would be enough. That the rest would automatically follow. She was finding out it wasn’t.

“Hangover?”

Her head swung around quickly to the bathroom door. Her heart rate picked up, her mouth drying out at the sight of him. He had obviously just completed his shower. His shoulders gleamed with a slight dampness, as did his silky midnight hair.

“I wasn’t drunk,” she informed him with what little pride she could dredge up as her gaze drifted lower, to the impressive erection straining forward from his body.

“Hmm…” He moved then, walking slowly toward her as she sat up in the bed.

He looked wild. Untamed.

“No headache?” His voice throbbed with lust.

She shook her head slowly, flicking her tongue over her dry lips as her position placed her at the perfect level to greet his hard-on with a moist morning salutation.

“I waited all damned night for you to wake up,” he growled then, his hand reaching out to spear through the tangled mass of hair at the side of her head. “I need you, Courtney.”

He hadn’t said he wanted her. He hadn’t said he was going to fuck her. He said he needed her. Everything inside her clenched in hope, even as her lips opened, a ragged moan passing them as the broad head of his cock entered.

Her tongue swiped against the ultra-soft underside as the hardened flesh jerked against it. His hands clenched in her hair as she braced one hand on the mattress beneath her, the fingers of the other curling around the thick base.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice tight with lust as she took as much of his erection as she dared into the dark confines of her mouth. “You have the sweetest mouth, baby. So soft and hot, like silk and fire.”

Her pussy throbbed at the words as she stared up at him, seeing the narrowed intensity of his gaze, the fiery hunger of his lust.

She tightened her lips around him, suckling at him slowly, easily, moaning at the clean male taste of his dark flesh.

“How pretty.” His voice was a heated caress to her senses. “Seeing your mouth stretched open by my cock, your pretty face all flushed and hungry. You’re pushing me, baby. Pushing me further than you want to.” He jerked against her as her hand stroked along the shaft until she came to that taut sac below. “Fuck yeah. There’s a good girl.”

She palmed his balls, her lips sucking noisily at his erection as he wrapped his fingers far enough along the thick stalk to keep from choking her as his thrusts began to increase.

Courtney whimpered in painful arousal as she tightened her thighs against the ache in her pussy.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you this morning, Courtney?” he asked her, his voice rough as he drove his cock into her mouth. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth first. Watch your eyes go all dark and round as I spill my come down your throat. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you, baby? Take it and love it.”

God yes. She wanted it. She hungered for him. All of him.

“When I’m finished, I’m going to fuck your ass, Courtney.” He sounded tormented now, tortured. “I’ve tried not to, sweetheart. God knows I have. But I need it.”

She sucked his cock deeper, her rear tingling at the thought, the blood rushing through her system as she began to moan at the anticipation. This was what she needed, what she had longed for. Ian, hungry, intent on satisfying the hungers that raged through them both. Dominant. Fierce.

He chuckled, the sound stark and filled with lust.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you, sweetheart? My cock digging into your ass, stretching you, making you scream from the sensation. Is that what you want?”

Yes! She screamed the word silently as she took him deeper, to her throat, so hungry now for the taste of him that the need was ravenous, out of control.

“You don’t have to watch another suck me anymore, Courtney. It’s all yours for now, darling.” He was moving faster, his cock hardening as she licked, sucked, the sounds of her pleasure, of his, echoing around her.

He reached down, moving her fingers from where they caressed his balls, and curling them in place about his shaft as he moved his hand to her head. Both hands were now tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he began to fuck her mouth harder, faster.

Courtney could feel the warnings of his release then, the pulse and throb of the head as it glanced the entrance to her throat, the surge of blood through the thick veins against her tongue, the near bruising hardness.

“Harder,” he ordered roughly, his fingers tightening in her hair, tugging at the strands and sending fiery streaks of sensation spearing through her head. “Suck it harder, baby. I’m going to come. Fuck, Courtney…yes, baby…suck it, baby… I’m going to come…”

He tensed, driving the erection into her mouth with several hard, shallow thrusts before he threw his head back and she felt his semen began to erupt from his cock. Fierce, a touch of salty male perfection and dark lust, the taste of him was addictive as it filled her mouth, the hard pulses of his release dragging fractured moans of pleasure from him as she consumed him.

She held onto the fierce male flesh as long as he allowed it, her mouth moving easily on him, drawing each drop of his semen from the tip of his cock until he moved back, pulling free from her with a reluctant moan.

His lips quirked. A bittersweet smile as he held her head in place, staring down at her.

“When I let you go, I want you in the center of the bed, on your stomach, your arms and legs spread. Will you do this for me, Courtney?”

She would walk through fire for him.

She nodded slowly.

“I won’t go easy on you.” His voice lowered, throbbed with greedy lust. “Understand that now, if you do this, I won’t go easy. I’m too hungry…”

“Ian, I won’t break.” She slid her hands slowly up his thighs, her lips moving to the tight, hard planes of his stomach. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

His abdomen clenched as she spoke.

“Just this.” His hands tightened in her hair, his body tightening further. “Everything I can give you, no matter what.”

Everything I can give you. He had emphasized that. Alone. Just him. When she knew they both craved so much more.

“Do as I said.” He moved back from her then, releasing her as he moved away from her. “Center of the bed.”

She did as he ordered, feeling him jerk the sheet and comforter out of the way as she lay on her stomach in the very center as he prepared the bed. The pillows were thrown to the floor, and seconds later the rattle of chains took her breath away.

“I’m going to restrain you.” He wrapped a padded cuff around one wrist and secured the Velcro closure. “There’s plenty of slack in the chains for now.”

He moved to her ankle and secured the restraint there, before repeating it on the other side. Seconds later, she was held to the bed by the chains. They were thick enough to hold her in place, yet not so thick as to be cumbersome.

“Excellent.” He patted her bottom before moving from her line of vision.

The sound of a drawer opening had her senses sharpening, her breathing escalating as she heard him return to the bed.

“I’m going to blindfold you.”

She gasped as the dark cloth slid over her eyes and was quickly tied in the back.

“Your other senses become sharper, more clear when you can’t see your surroundings,” he whispered. “Every touch, every sound, is amplified. It makes the anticipation climb higher, the sensations striking harder through your flesh.” He tied it quickly behind her head. “You have no idea how hard it makes me, Courtney, seeing you like this, laid out for whatever I desire, unable to fight the pleasure. Knowing you’ll be lost among the sensations I can give you.”

She whimpered at the sound of his voice, the anticipation rising within it as she fought to find a glimmer of light within the sudden darkness surrounding her.

“Ian!” A sharp exclamation of surprise left her lips as his hand landed heavily on her rear.

He chuckled in response.

“Are you paying attention, baby?”

“Duh!” She snorted at the question, the cheek of her ass tingling with fiery pleasure.

Her pussy was growing wetter by the second, and she swore her nipples were poking holes in the mattress.

“Come here.” The bed dipped beside her as she felt his arm slide beneath her, lifting her until she rested on her hands and knees. Just barely. She had to strain to stay in place as the chains tightened and she felt him lay beside her, his hair stroking the sensitive flesh of her arm as his head moved beneath her.

“Perfect,” he whispered, his breath heated and moist, caressing her nipple a second before his tongue curled around it.

Courtney jerked, crying in out in surprise as the pleasure nearly sent her careening into a release of her own.

He licked slowly, his tongue rasping the hard peak for long seconds. Then his mouth surrounded her, drawing on her tightly, near painful shards of pleasure streaking from her nipple to her womb with each sucking motion of his mouth.

Her head tossed, the pleasure wrapping around her, extreme, near painful in its intensity. Then just as quickly, it was gone.

She could hear him breathing, the sound harsh as she strained to hear him.

“Such a good little girl,” he whispered, moving up beneath her body as she shook with blind tremors of anticipation. “Give me your lips, Courtney. Kiss me, baby.”

She lowered her head frantically then, searching, finding his lips as the hunger overwhelmed her. Lips and tongues fought to get closer, to eat at the passion rising hot and fierce between them. No, not passion. But something much more fierce, more elemental. It became more than desire, more than hunger as she bucked in his embrace, her nipples rasping over his chest, her lips held and controlled by his as his tongue tasted every dewy inch of her mouth and tongue.

“No. Don’t,” she cried out as he broke the contact, searching frantically for his lips.

He found hers instead. Sipping. Nipping. He refused to take her fully, to give her the hard, dominant force of the kiss she pleaded for.

Courtney groaned in frustration as he moved again, pulling from beneath her, forcing her to hold herself in place as his hands stroked along her body. He palmed her breasts, his fingers flicking at the hard nipples.

“I could suck at those tight little tips all day,” he whispered at her shoulder. “But there’s so much more to explore, Courtney. So many ways I need to pleasure you.”

So many ways she wanted to be pleasured.

“Stay still.” She felt him moving to her rear, his hand stroking over it gently. “First, we get you ready.”

“Oh God. Ian…”

She could feel him stretching out on the bed, his damp hair caressing her thigh as his head moved between her legs.

“Stay still.” He slapped her ass as she moved to lower her pussy to his mouth.

Courtney bit her lip, straightening, panting for breath as one hand curved along her buttocks, spreading the cheeks slowly as the other moved closer.

Every muscle she possessed began to scream in pleasure as she felt the narrow tip of the lubricating tube began to slide slowly inside the tight entrance of her ass.

“Relax…” His breath caressed her clit, causing her to jerk in reaction.

She could feel her juices gathering, dripping along the lips of her pussy as he murmured his appreciation. His tongue—was it his tongue?—swiped over the drenched folds, gathering the creamy excess as it lingered on her flesh. He never truly touched her, but made her mad for more even as she felt the nozzle sliding deeper inside her.

“We’re just going to play a little bit,” he whispered, his breath searing the folds. “I’m going to fuck you nice and slow as I spread the lubrication inside you. And while I’m doing that, I’m going to do this…”

The nozzle slid back, spreading the cooling gel as his tongue swiped through the narrow, cream-laden slit of her cunt before wrapping around her clit. She would have come off the bed from the sensations if the restraints weren’t holding her in place. She shuddered, a hoarse scream leaving her lips as the pleasure tore through her with the force of lightning, searing every nerve ending she possessed before he drew back and slid the nozzle deep inside her ass again, causing her to buck against the pleasure of the penetration.

“Mmm… Your juices are dripping from your pussy, Courtney. I don’t even have to touch you to taste the sweetness.”

Tremors raced up her spine as the muscles of her anus clenched on the nozzle. He moved it again, drawing back as she tightened, expecting the feel of his tongue. It never came. The nozzle slid inside her again as he began to fuck her with slow, easy strokes, squeezing small amounts of the lubrication inside her as he moved.

“Ian…please…again…” She was nearly sobbing from the need.

“What, baby?” His breath stroked her clit. “Tell me what you want.”

“Lick me.” She had no shame. “Lick my pussy, Ian. Please.”

Slow, barely touching her, his tongue swabbed over the swollen folds as she moaned in frustration.

“Like that?”

She bucked, lowering her hips, only to receive another smack to her rear in payment.

“Stay still,” he ordered firmly.

“Ian, this is cruel,” she wailed, her head hanging between her arms as she fought to stay upright. “I need more.”

The nozzle slid in again, a hard, fiery thrust through the slick recess as her back arched. At the same time, his tongue plunged inside her weeping pussy, flickering, licking, caressing the inner muscles as a strangled scream of pleasure tore from her throat.

“No. Damn you, Ian…” she begged as he retreated once again.

Courtney fought to breathe, to hold onto her sanity as her hips lowered, trying to follow his wicked tongue. Sharp smacks to her rear only added to the pleasure, as did the smooth, short strokes of the lubricating nozzle in her anus. She writhed, fighting the darkness surrounding her, the hunger eating her alive as his tongue licked, his teeth nipped, but never in the spots she needed, never as she needed.

“This isn’t fair,” she screamed, clenching on the nozzle as it retreated again. “Ian, I swear. I swear you’re killing me.”

She could feel her juices running from her cunt, the channel weeping in an agony of pleasure as her womb spasmed with the need for release.

“Damn, your pussy is so hot, baby,” he growled, his tongue licking at her again, his hand delivering another heated, pleasure-giving blow to her ass as she fought once again to grind the needy flesh into his mouth.

“Eat it,” she panted, feeling the perspiration gather along her body as one broad hand lifted her hips from his face, his tongue licking around the silken folds of her pussy. “Fuck me with your tongue, Ian. Please. Oh God, have mercy on me.”

He chuckled at her plea, slowly easing back from her as she screamed in rage.

“Be quiet.” The strike to her rear was harder. Hotter. “Keep begging, Courtney, and I’ll gag you. Would you like me to gag you?”

Tears dampened the silken cloth over her eyes as she shook her head desperately.

“Good girl.” He pulled her hips back into position as he pulled the nozzle from her ass. “Now, stay still.”

She did as he ordered, shaking, in agony as she fought the hard pulsating sensations racking her body. Her clit was so sensitive that even the air around it was a torment. Her ass ached, not from the small slaps, but from the need to be filled. Every nerve ending in her body was heightened, throbbing, begging for his touch.

“I’m placing a dildo harness on your hips. It will go around your thighs, and will hold the vibrator I have inside you.” Smooth leather straps were worked around her hips, her thighs. “Don’t beg me for mercy, Courtney,” he whispered then. “In this, I have none. You wanted to be here, in my bed, beneath my body. Unless you’re begging me to stop, then I won’t hear you. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” As long as he got the fuck on with it.

“Easy now. I’m going to push the vibrator inside you and anchor it in. If it’s uncomfortable, let me know.”

Her back arched as she felt her muscles separating, felt the warm width of the device beginning to fill her. It was thick, supple, moving inside her with slow strokes as Ian eased it into her drenched pussy, filling her by slow, agonizing inches.

“There we go.” She could feel it nudging at her cervix, not touching, but she was filled, stretched, on fire and dammit, she needed more.

“Fuck me, Ian,” she cried desperately, clenching on the device as she felt him tucking something against her clit. It swelled to meet the embrace of whatever device rose from the vibrator to encircle it.

“Shhh.” He kissed the cheek of her ass gently. “The vibrator is a Rabbit, Courtney, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” She felt him tighten another portion of the harness, something that covered the mound of her pussy and tightened at the side of her thighs.

A sob escaped her lips. She had heard of it, knew he was going to tease her until she lost her sanity.

“I thought you had,” he crooned, panting as his hands smoothed over her damp thighs. “I’m turning it on now…”

She jerked, wailing as the slow, gentle rhythm began to fill her. The dildo rotated inside her, the beads in the shaft pulsed against her sensitive entrance, and the ears that wrapped around her clit began to hum a seductive cadence. A mind-destroying cadence because the speed was barely enough to feel, just enough to torture.

Tremors of response began to quake through her body as his tongue painted over the cheek of her rear then, moving to the narrow crevice where he licked tenderly, his hands holding her in place as she began to jerk against the rising sensations building inside her.

The device was driving her insane.

“Fuck me…” Her head tossed as she lost strength in her arms, her upper body falling to the bed as she felt him rise behind her.

Two fingers tucked at the entrance to her ass, working slowly, parting her, filling her easily as she pressed outward, relishing the additional sensation. But it wasn’t enough. She bit her lip, holding back her screams as she felt a third finger join the others.

Yes. The tight stretch had fire blooming in her rear, streaking to her cunt. Pleasure, hard, destructive, painful pleasure, began to whip through her as his fingers pressed in deeper, stretching her, preparing her for the much greater width of his cock.

Seconds later, they slid free. She tensed, mewling cries echoing around her as she felt his cock tuck at the small opening.

“The ultimate trust, Courtney,” he whispered behind her. “And the ultimate pleasure. Are you ready for me?”

She felt him opening her as the speed on the devilish vibrator began to hum faster, harder. The dildo filling her worked at the muscles of her pussy, the beads shattered her senses as the little ears stroked her clit and Ian began to fill her ass.

She was screaming. Maybe she needed the gag after all. Hoarse, agonized screams of pleasure left her throat as she felt him sliding inside her, short, firm strokes of his cock opening the near virgin channel for the thick cock possessing it.

Pleasure and pain, hard, brilliant arcs of sensation began to spear inside her as her back bowed beneath the impulses. She could feel each fiery inch taking her, stroking nerve endings she never could have imagined existed, stroking them, heating them, until with one last powerful thrust, he forced his hard flesh to the hilt inside her.

The Rabbit began to hum and move harder inside her.

Ian began to fuck her with slow, long strokes, groaning behind her as his hands clenched at her hips and Courtney began to lose her mind to the sensations whipping through her. Did it hurt? Or was the pleasure merely agonizing? There was no answer, no way to answer as his thrusts began to increase powerfully in synchronization with the destructive effects of the vibrator driving her insane.

Harder. Faster. She could feel his cock shafting her ass with the same power he had used to fuck her pussy as her orgasm began to build. Her womb convulsed, her pussy tightening around the rapid whirls of the fake cock inside her as the muscles of her ass began to clench, to milk the erection filling her rear.

Combined, it was too much, and it yet, it wasn’t enough.

She began to shudder as she felt her clit swell within the ears of the device, felt her nerve endings begin to react to the sensory overload. Bright, jarring colors filled the darkness behind her closed eyes as the brutal explosion erupted inside her.

Behind her, Ian’s harsh cry was heard, but she couldn’t understand it, could barely make sense of his cock pounding inside her, filling her with the fiery pulses of his seed as the world collapsed inside her mind, and refused to stop. One explosion after another, on and on as violent, convulsive shudders racked her, spasming through her muscles and sending her senses rocketing with each orgasm until she could do nothing but collapse beneath him, jerking in his grip as the vibrator suddenly stilled within her and exhaustion swamped her.

Aftershocks, hard quaking shudders shook her body as she felt Ian slowly withdraw from her rear. She moaned at the sensation of her tight muscles gripping him, lust threatening to flare inside her once again as he finally slid free of her grip.

She lay still, her muscles limp as he began to release her from the harness about her hips, sliding the dildo free as a shaky moan left her lips.

“Shhh…” His voice was velvet-soft, gentle as he eased her.

Seconds later, he released the restraints then pulled her into his arms as he dragged the comforter that had somehow been thrown to the floor, back over them.

“Let me hold you now,” he whispered, drawing her against his chest as she cuddled close, drifting in a haze of remembered pleasure. “Just let me hold you…”