I started when I heard the wrap of a knuckle against glass. I looked up. Unable to really see out my window because of the light, I squinted. Ian's face came into view. I jumped again nearly dropping my tablet. I turned down my music and stomped over to the window. I leaned over my desk and threw open my window, glaring at Ian through the screen as I tried not to laugh. His mouth quirked into his goofy smirk.
"What are you doing?" I hissed, my voice laced with laughter. He stuck out his tongue.
"Sneaking in. You said your parents weren't home for the night. Let me in, it's cold," he whined the last part. I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips, setting my hand on my cocked hip.
"I do have a front door you know," I told him, twirling a piece of hair around my finger as I gave him my own devilish smirk. He scoffed and laughed. A evil glint passed in his now narrowed eyes.
"Stop twirling that hair or I'll have to come in and tug on it instead, and we know how sensitive your hair is," he threatened, his voice dropping to a sexy seductive tone. I licked my lips, my smirk growing, and dropped my chin down.
"Oh yeah?" I purred back in a husky voice.
"Yeah."
I laughed and flicked my hair my shoulder. "Boy, I sure have turned you into a monster haven't I? Give a man his deepest desire and face the possibility of awakening his beast."
He laughed and shook his head. "Come, let me, Katty," he asked again. I glared at him and leaned forward, popping out the bottom of the screen.
"I told you not to call me Katty!" I warned. He rolled his eyes playfully.
"Whatever, I know you like it," he teased. I scoffed and started walking out of my room.
"Ha, whatever. Close my window and come on, I just got Iron Man from Netflix and I've been dying to watch it," I said dismissively. I heard him laugh as I walked to the living room.
I grabbed the movie off the banister and stuck it in the DVD player before flopping onto the couch. I hit the skip button on the remote and hollered to Ian.
"Come on! I wanna start!"
He came down the hall way. "I had to pee. How can you have not seen this movie?"
"How can you take advantage of a young girl all alone at home? Breaking and Entering is illegal you know," I trilled. He laughed and plopped down next to me, snatching the remote out of my hand.
"Hey! Don't act like you live here!" He grinned and hit the play button.
"I like the commercials. They leave time for . . . other things," he murmured into my ear. I elbowed him.
"You used to be so tame and dorky, what happened?" I asked playfully, sticking my tongue out at him. He mocked being hurt.
"Are you saying you don't like it?" he cried in a dramatic voice, sniffling and putting his hand to his head. I laughed and shoved him again.
"Ha ha. What happened to, 'Katarina- K- ah! Kat . . . tarina, we shouldn't d-do this!' huh?" I mocked, pretending to pant and stutter like he had. His eyes narrowed. I laughed.
"Well," he started to say. He twisted and pulled me into his lap in between his legs, wrapping his arms around my waist and setting his head on my shoulder. "Getting violently raped by a very attractive woman can do that to you," he murmured in my ear, his hot breath fanning down my neck.
I attempted to spin and twisted in his arms. "It was not rape!" I cried, blushing furiously. His lips brushed against my turned neck.
"Hmm, so you say," he breathed against my neck. "But if I remember, I'm pretty sure you pushed me down, stripped both of us, and rode me like a mechanical bull on high."
I gasped and felt my cheeks turn cherry. "That's so vulgar!"
"But you're not denying it," he whispered into my ear before he leaned back against the coach. He grabbed the remote and hit play as I fumed. I crossed my arms and stared at the tv. He pulled my back against his chest. It was broad and warm. He was so much taller since he last came back. I didn't bother fighting him.
I felt his hands move from around my waist and slide down to my thighs. They sat on top of them, his thumbs rubbing soft gentle circles into my jeans. Shivers worked their way up my spine. His hands moved closer to the inside of my thighs, his thumbs still rubbing circles. Another shock of shivers passed through me and over my skin. They moved closer, just on the edge. My back arched slightly.
"Ian," I warned, slightly breathless. "I'm trying really hard to be mad at you right now." His low laugh rumbled in my ear, covering my neck in his warm breath. "Ian," I said again, this time it was more of a moan. His lips pressed against the back of my neck. His hand slip up from thigh and over my stomach, slowly dragging it over my shirt. He stopped right under my bust, holding me against him. My back curved and fit perfectly against him. I felt his hardness against my lower back, electing a groan from my lips. I pushed out of his grip and turned around, straddling his lap instead.
My mouth sat just above his, our eyes connected. I felt him press up and lowered my mouth. His lips were hot against mine as his fingers dug into my hips. His mouth was firm and burning against mine, making my start to burn with need. His tongue brushed against my lips and I immediately opened my them. Our tongues brushed, hot, fiery, and wet. I pulled back, my breath shallow.
"I-" I huffed. "I want to try something. But I swear, if you pull me down or thrust I will kill you. And casterate you," I warned.
"O-kay?" he replied. I climbed off of him and knelt in front of him on the ground. I started to undo his belt but he leaned forward, his hands grabbing my fingers before I could finish.
"Wait, whoa, Katarina, you don't have to do that. Seriously," he said in a gruff, restrained voice. I smirked. I pushed up and gave him a soft, quick peck.
"I know," I said. "But I want to. I've been wanting to try it for a while now. I've always been kind of curious. I get to write about this stuff, but never actually experience it. I'm burning with wonder," I countered, humming the last part. His eyes were heavy and tight with uncertaintity. I pushed him back against the couch and continued undoing his belt.
"Just relax, I'll do the work. I'll make sure you'll pay me back later," I murmured as I unzipped his jeans. His hardness pressed out of his grey boxer briefs, the upper part already wet. "This much already? I'm flattered." He let out a growl making me laugh. I ran my finger nails over it. It was rigid and pulsing beneath just my fingers. As much as I put up the sexy succubus facade I was nervous. My breath stuttered.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband and slowly tugged the briefs down. He sprung out- quite literally. I gulped. He was long. I let my fingers brush over his shaft. He was hard and soft, like silk covered steel. I licked my lips, leaned forward and-
I hope you're excited for part 2 ;) It'll be coming soon lovelies~ Don't forget to tell me what you think! <3
-Viper
