Insatiable | 18+

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Ian was in such a rush, practically dragging me behind him as we leave the club premises. He didn't even bid farewell to his friends; merely leaving instructions to Allen and had us both in the elevator in a matter of minutes.

"What's the hurry?" I giggled when he shoved me against the wall of the elevator, nuzzling my neck.

"You, Vanessa. I can't wait any longer and I need to have you. Now." He growled, sucking my skin into his mouth. I let out a moan, momentarily forgetting that there were cameras in the elevator.

As soon as the door opened, he let us out by our intertwined hands and his Bentley was already left on stand-by waiting for us. The valet opened up the passenger door for me while Ian hurriedly rounded to the driver's side.

"But you drank." I reminded him in the car. I wasn't so sure how much liquor exceeds the limit but he did have a couple.

"I'm sober as hell, sweetheart." Was all he said and he leaned over to kiss me, before putting his seatbelt in place with urgency.

The entire ride took less than ten minutes and we arrived at his apartment building, him wasting no time to hop out and throw his keys to the valet. My heart was beating so fast I had no idea why. It wasn't as if it was the first time we were going to sleep together. Yet I was so nervous and my hands were clammy.

As soon as the elevator closed once again, his mouth was ravishing mine. I was working so hard to keep up with his fast pace that I clawed at him several times to catch a breath. He wasn't gentle anymore. It was as if he lost all his control.

We were stumbling out the elevator, lip-locked, while I blindly followed him as he guided our bodies to a door. He pressed a few buttons on the keypad and the door opened; Ian used his foot to hold it while leading me in.

I was able to take a quick glance as he bent down to my feet, taking off my heels at the doorway. His apartment was undoubtedly impressive. We must've spent all the time kissing in the lift that I failed to realize we were so high up. I couldn't guess, but I estimated us to be at least fifty or sixty stories high.

No, it wasn't a penthouse. It was a spacious one-storey apartment with a living room twice the size of mine. It was well ventilated with glass windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. At one corner of the room was a bay window seat, decorated with grey cushions and pillows where you could look down the city skyline.

I was in awe and found myself wanting to explore but Ian had other ideas. He tugged me by our intertwined hands and led me to his room, which was just right behind his TV wall. There was no door. It took me a while to realize this wasn't a studio, this was a bachelor pad. He must've knocked the walls of the master bedroom down to make it joint.

His bed was built on a platform with blue LED lights shining underneath, making the bed look like it was floating. Everything else in his room, though, was mostly furnished in black. His sheets were black, the walls were black, the curtains were black.

Ian sat on the edge of the bed and with an easy tug of my hand, I landed over his lap, my butt in the air. I could already feel the cool breeze of his air-conditioner blowing against my exposed bum, which must mean my ass was in full view for him to see.

He let out a low groan, his big hand slowly sliding up my calf, my thigh and eventually reaching my butt cheek. I tensed when I felt his fingers pry them open, my hips reflexively arching higher for a better angle.

"You naughty, naughty girl, Vanessa." Ian said in a deep voice, kneading my bum in his palms. "You knew I'd go crazy for you, didn't you? You deliberately wore no panties all day." I felt the first loud smack of his hand against my left cheek, a light sting coursing through me.