It even surprises me. The sound is thick, rooted in passion and need. I need him to make me come. I need him to finish what he started.
“Fuck me harder, I'm so close.” Throwing my head back, I can't stop the guttural noise that explodes from my mouth.
“Yes, sing for me.” Driving his lips onto my neck, he bites me hard.
I don't feel any pain from his teeth. The sensation ripples through my chest, down into my belly and all the way to my toes.
Ian thrusts inside me one last time, and growls against my throat. His body shakes, the vibration moving through my fingertips and up my arm.
This pleasure is like nothing I've ever felt before. I'm trembling, my entire body shaking as the orgasm leaves me weak in the knees.
We're both breathing heavy as he sets me down, when suddenly we hear clapping coming from outside the window.
Looking outside, there's a small group of people, and all of them are clapping. One of the men hoot up to us. “Yeah, very hot! Nice!”
Another guy sticks his fingers between his lips and whistles. “Woo!”
Embarrassing doesn't even describe what I'm feeling. I'm mortified. “Oh my God,” I say, covering my face with my hands.
Ian, on the other hand, doesn't react like me. There's no embarrassment at all. He laughs softly as he looks down at everyone with a smile on his face.
Leaning out the window, he waves his hand. “Thank you, but the show’s over.” Pulling the blind down, he glances over at me and smirks. “So those people got a free show, but I'm pretty sure you said something about dinner. Right?” Arching a brow, he tilts his head.
“You're right, I did promise you dinner.” Walking into the kitchen, I pull out a pot and fill it with water. “Were you serious before about the fire escape?”
“Oh yeah, this place is falling apart. That thing could break apart any second, just like everything else here. Nothing is up to code. I'm surprised the place hasn't been condemned yet.”
Looking back over my shoulder, he's slowly moving through my apartment, looking at the pictures on the wall. I can't get over how big he is. His muscles are huge, bulging from under his shirt. His broad shoulders and thick neck make him look like he's a body builder.
Even touching him is like feeling a brick wall. There isn't an inch of his body that isn't built like stone, including his cock.
His cock is like granite. The thought makes my body warm and my pussy pulse.
Everything about him is a fucking turn on. I can't look at him and not get hot and bothered. Inhaling a deep breath, I calm my nerves before I jump him a second time.
“You lift weights?” I ask.
“Nah, I'm not really into the whole big muscle, tiny penis thing.” Chuckling, he turns and walks to the small island in the kitchen.
I laugh with him, setting the pot on the stove and turning on the burner. “Yeah, I guess I can see the downside there.” Pouring some salt in the water, I pull a box of spaghetti out of the cabinet and I set it down.
“Why do you ask?”
Shrugging my shoulder, I can feel my cheeks blush. “I don't know.”
He smiles, looking down at his arms and flexing his bicep. “It's because of these, huh?”
Rolling my eyes, I grab the sauce and pour it into a small pot. “Full of yourself much?”
“Hey, you're the one asking.”
Grinning, I turn on the oven and take a loaf of garlic bread out of the freezer. “That's not what I asked.”
“No, but you implied it.”
“Okay, let me ask you this. What do you do for work exactly?” Taking a couple beers out of the fridge, I slide one across the counter to him. “I know you said you run a construction company, but what do you do there?”
Twisting it open, he takes a long sip. “We renovate houses, build additions, replace roofs, those kind of things.”
“With your brother Grey, right?”
Nodding, he holds the beer in both hands as he looks up at me. “Yeah. We started the company a few years back. He runs the business part and helps on site when he can. I manage the build.”
That explains the rock solid muscles.
Dumping the pasta into the boiling water, I give it a stir. “You like it?”
He nods again, taking another chug of his beer. “I love it, actually. I've always enjoyed building stuff. It's one of those things I'm actually pretty good at it.”
Twisting to look at him over my shoulder, I ask, “If you love building stuff so much, then why live in a shit-hole like this? Why not build your own place?”
Ian's body stiffens, and he sits upright. His piercing blue eyes fix on mine and his lips pull taut. He's quiet for a moment, his hands tensing firmly around the bottle of beer.