I unlocked the apartment door, glad that it was marginally nicer inside the actual apartment than in the hallway. I glanced around, taking in what he must be seeing. The dirty dishes in the sink. The dim lighting provided by the only working lightbulb in the corner. The worn-out furniture and old, yellowed kitchen appliances. At least I had taken out the trash yesterday, so it didn’t smell too bad.
I was also glad that my roommate / landlord was away this weekend. I definitely didn’t want them to meet.
Ian didn’t say anything. He just took his phone out, walked to a corner of the apartment, and after a few moments, began providing details about the incident to the police. I sat on the couch and waited, somewhat in a daze. After several minutes, he hung up and walked over.
“They said they’d send someone to come and check the area out. I gave a description of the guy. Hopefully they catch him.” He went to the sink to wash his hands, then came over to the couch and sat down next to me, taking my hands in both of his.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I looked up into his face. His eyes were dark with concern, his thick brows furrowed as he waited for me to answer him. His full lips were slightly parted, as if ready to say something...or do something.
Ian.
He was so earnest, so sweet...so handsome. So close. Rationally, I knew that no good could ever come of hooking up with him—not with our sizzling past, and certainly not with our possible future as coworkers. But the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, my pulse beating wildly, and I couldn’t resist any longer.
I slipped my fingers into his hair and pulled him to me, closing my eyes as his lips met mine. He cupped my head and kissed me back, sighing, his lips tender and soft. I leaned in and got up onto my knees to straddle his lap, deepening the kiss with my tongue as I pushed him back against the couch cushions. His hands went to my thighs, and his fingers gently rubbed up my tights until he cupped my ass, pulling me onto the growing evidence of his arousal. We simultaneously moaned. Then we both laughed.
“Seriously,” Ian said. Kiss. “Are you.” Kiss. “Okay?” His fingers fumbled as he slowly unbuttoned my pea coat. I impatiently pushed his hands aside and undid the buttons myself, then threw the peacoat onto the floor. He busied himself by pulling his sweater and t-shirt off over his head, revealing his delectable chest. It was as smooth, tan, and muscled as I remembered seeing that one cold evening, not too long ago...and now it was on full display, all mine to explore. I placed my hands on either side of his face, trailing my fingers down his thick neck to rest on his round, muscular deltoids. I knew it was just meat, but there was so much of it, and it was so hard and so hot. Sexy as fuck. I shivered.
But, later. First order of business was his mouth.
“I’m fine.” Kiss. “Shut up.” I crushed my lips to his, teasing them apart until I could suck on his tongue. It was thick and wet and deliciously warm, and I cradled his head in my arms, urging him to fill my mouth. He complied, running his tongue along mine, molding his lips to my own. I drank him in, wanting to drown in the taste of him.
Below, I felt his hard-on through my thin tights, an answering dampness seeping into my underwear. I shifted my hips up, up, left, until—there! That was the spot.
His hands cupped my ass, pressing me harder against him, as if sensing that perfect position. I groaned, rubbing myself against him, the tension in my belly growing, the pleasure nearly unbearable. He left my hips to their own devices and trailed his hands up my sides, slipping his fingers underneath the band of my bra, but stopping there, teasing, as if unwilling to cross the boundary.
Screw boundaries—we were well beyond that by now. We were technically only on first base, but with the flimsiness of our gym clothes and how hard I was rubbing on him, we were basically toeing home plate. So I broke our kiss and pulled my sweater and sports bra up and over my head, together in one motion. We paused then, and Ian eyed my bare chest appreciatively...hungrily. I was usually self-conscious about my small breasts, but my nipples pebbled to little hard points under his heated gaze.
Any remaining reservations evaporated.
His rough hands came up and cupped my breasts, gently kneading them. I held his face in my hands and kissed him again as he ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, his mouth capturing my pleading sounds. He stopped kissing my lips and planted a string of tender kisses from my neck down to my breasts, where he took my nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. Oh fuck. He gently sucked on one while rubbing the other with his hand, then switched, tracing another line of kisses between them.
My panties were positively soaked.
I reached down and slipped my hand between the elastic band of Ian’s workout shorts and his rock hard abs, seeking my prize. His cock was breathtakingly thick and rigid, the skin velvety smooth. He bucked in my hands as I stroked him with my fingers, his mouth once again claiming mine.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I broke away, stood up, and shimmied out of my tights and my underwear. Ian watched me intently, licking his lips and slowly stroking his dick with his right hand.
I stood before him completely naked, completely unashamed, consumed with the need to have him inside of me. I reached down to tug his shorts all the way off, but he put his hand on mine, grinding things
