The jeep purred to life and made the trip down the muddy road easily. We crossed two “streams” and I knew there was no way my little car would have made it the whole way back. I was really glad Ian had come to rescue me.
We drove in silence, other than the sound of the rain on the roof. Ian's wet t-shirt clung to his skin, outlining every muscle in his chest and abs. Rain glistened in his hair and then his blue eyes caught me looking at him. I looked away quickly.
Unfortunately, I looked down. My white shirt was plastered to my skin, and although Ian was doing his best not to look, I knew my bra was showing through. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide the bulge in his pants.
I pressed my thighs together, trying not to think about him ripping my jean shorts from my body. It took conscious effort not to rub my knees together. His body, wet and hard, was making mine heat as well. I wanted to touch that bulge in his pants. To feel him move inside of me. To take what I saw in the shower this morning. It would feel so good.
But we shouldn't. Couldn't. The scandal would be too much. Our parents would never understand. I could already hear Jenny's freak out and feel my Dad's disappointed gaze. Besides, Ian's reaction was the natural one. He didn't want me. In his eyes, I was his sister.
Ian pulled the jeep into the garage. Jenny's cute little convertible was tucked neatly to the side, but without my Dad's huge SUV, it felt empty. The only sound was the rain pounding on the roof, punctuated with small bursts of thunder.
Ian turned the engine off and we both sat in the car, unwilling to break the silence. A strange tension, an energy that we couldn't fight, permeated the interior of the car.
A raindrop fell from Ian's hair, tracing down his cheek, to his jaw and then down his throat. I wished I could lick it off. Taste the rain on his skin.
Something inside of me snapped. The want was just too much to handle. If I didn't kiss him, I would explode and regret this moment for the rest of my life. If I didn't kiss him, I would die.
He turned, opening his mouth to say something, and I took my moment and kissed him.
He didn't pull back. God, he tasted good. Better than I could have hoped for. I kissed him harder, afraid that he would pull back and laugh at me at any moment, or pull away in disgust.
But he didn't. Instead, he tangled his fingers in my hair, his tongue questing for mine. I opened my mouth, and he filled it. His kiss was raw and primal.
Gasping, we broke apart. My body ached for more, trying desperately to override my too-cautious and currently freaking out brain.
“We can't do this,” Ian whispered. This man who had withstood enemy fire, mortars, and bombs going off inches away from him was trembling. Because of me. Because of a once-skinny little brat who couldn't stop herself from kissing him.
“We shouldn't,” I whispered back. My fingers clung to his wet shirt and his were still tangled in my hair.
“You're right.” He nodded, not releasing his grip on me.
He tugged, pulling me into another kiss. I whimpered with pure desire. Every nerve of my body was alive with need. I'd never wanted anyone like this. My brain said this was wrong, but my body knew it was right. So right. His tongue caressed mine, and he nibbled on my lower lip. I whimpered again, consumed with pure and utter lust for him.
“Maybe we should just get it out of our systems,” he murmured, his tongue tracing the curve of my jaw and sending goosebumps down my arm.
“That could work,” I agreed, fisting his shirt in my hands.
“Definitely,” Ian whispered, his lips gliding down my throat. I moaned slightly and cocked my head, offering up more skin for his pleasure. He eagerly attacked the flesh of my neck, moving down to my shoulder and pulling the shirt away. As his teeth bit down on my collarbone, a wave of pleasure ran through my body, and I swore that I could even hear him growl.
He pulled me over to him and I straddled him, immediately aware of that huge cock that I had seen being stroked just this morning. He gave me no time to react, simply pulling me closer to his body and kissing me again. His pelvis thrusted upwards, dry humping me as his cock quested to find my entrance even through four layers of clothing.
I couldn't even think straight at this point, I just needed more of Ian. I could feel his muscular chest, the product of years of working out, through his shirt. I could tell with the way his hands were moving up and down my body that he wanted my clothes off as much as I wanted his off. However, when his fingers began to pull up on my shirt, I stopped him.
“We can't do this here,” I said as the cool breeze from the storm came through the open garage door.
“Yes, we can,” he insisted, pulling up more.
I almost let h
im, but as I felt the cold air on my back and my eyes shot open. From where I was, I could see several of our neighbors' houses. “People will see us.”
That seemed to get through to him. Still, he didn't seem to mind too much about people seeing as he opened the door to his jeep. He put his hands under my ass as he exited, easily lifting me up. Our lips were immediately back together as I wrapped my legs around his muscular body. He carried us out of the garage and over to the private entrance of his room. The rain fell on us but I hardly noticed. What was a little rain when Ian was kissing me?
Ian began to walk, still able to concentrate as the two of us made out like this. I felt as he began to rise up stairs, still carrying me with ease, as if his muscles would never become fatigued. I wasn't sure if he knew where he was going or if he was just guessing, but I didn't care. Rain kept pouring down on us, but it couldn't dampen our appetites for each other.
Suddenly, one of his hands reached out and opened his door, and we were inside his room. He let me down slowly and I put my feet down. It looked the same as how I remembered it. When he put his fingers behind my back and started to tug on my shirt, I didn't stop him. I just put my hands in the air and allowed him to strip off my wet shirt. Before I even had a chance to react, he had one hand behind my back, deftly unclasping my bra just as he closed the door behind us.
“That's a pretty good talent,” I said as my bra fell away.