Sweet and Sinful
Authors: Andra Lake
Sweet and Sinful
(Ian Crawford, #3)
by
Andra Lake
Published by Nuit Rouge Press, 2013
Text copyright © 2013 Andra Lake
www.andralake.com
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Gripping my hand tightly, Ian led me down the staircase of the library. He didn’t give a shit how quiet we were about it either. Situated in the middle of the building and with glass walls on surrounding, the staircase was visible on each floor. Students glanced up from their texts as we passed, their mouths falling open. Their thoughts were written all over their faces.
Ian Crawford is finally dating someone, and it’s…her?
While I struggled not to take insult, Ian simply didn’t notice. His hold was determined and possessive and I practically had to run to keep up with him.
He was a man on a mission.
Outside someone called to us from the fountain, but Ian ignored it and kept walking. My heart was racing with anticipation, my cheeks flushed. It was so hot—knowing he couldn’t wait for us to be alone. Knowing he might still be angry with me for the stunt I pulled in the library.
The campus was mostly empty, the sun having set over an hour ago, and I was grateful for the shroud of darkness. Tomorrow I could deal with people finding out I was dating my RC. Right now all I had to focus on—all I
could
focus on—was Ian’s tight grip on my hand as he stalked through campus and to the block. We took the stairs that led straight down to the basement door, and he continued to pull me at his brisk pace through the underground tunnels until he shoved his way through his unlocked door. The moment we were inside, he closed and locked the door behind us.
“Finally,” he breathed, turning to face me.
I stood against the front of his desk, gripping the edge tightly, my breathing coming fast and shallow as his eyes raked my body hungrily. He looked intimidating, his eyes dilated so they were almost black, his jaw clenched. When he spoke, his voice was low and filled with lust.
“You’re in trouble, sweetheart.”
I swallowed. “Because of what happened in the library.”
“For being a little tease. Too bad I don’t have a paddle lying around.”
My throat was completely dry. It took me a moment to find my voice. “Too bad.”
“If we’re going to do this, a paddle will be a good investment.”
Suddenly he lunged at me and caught me up. Our lips searched each other out greedily and he groaned into my mouth, a guttural sound that vibrated through our mouths and into my own chest, his hands caressing my back and then cupping my ass to pull me up to him. We were devouring each other, our hearts pumping out the same rhythm.
And I knew it was going to happen. Finally. Ian Crawford was going to be my first.
He was rock hard against my stomach. I struggled with his jeans, wanting to make good on my promise in the library. When he was free I wrapped my hand tightly around his shaft, stroked up and down before dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth. Ian groaned his approval and his hand went to the back of my head, snaking his fingers through the strands of my hair.
“Good girl. That feels so good.”
Encouraged, I opened my throat as much as possible, trying to take him all the way. One of his hands cupped my cheek and the other was still in my hair. I felt his fingers tighten in the strands and then he gripped the back of my neck as he began to guide me, growing more demanding, forceful even. I was so hot and ready and his groans of pleasure only made me hotter. It felt amazing to be on my knees knowing I was the one making him feel that way.
Releasing me suddenly, Ian leaned forward, placed both his hands on the desk and gripped the edges firmly. I tilted my head back to look up at him from my kneeling position, still gripping his cock in one hand. He was watching me with heavy lids and lips slightly parted. Even though he was towering above me, he looked vulnerable somehow. It took my breath away.
Then he smirked. “Like what you see?”
I nodded, licking my lips.
“Me too.”
A blush heated my cheeks and I ducked my head to gently suck one of his balls.
“Careful,” he hissed through his teeth.
Smiling, I released his ball and moved to the other one. I ran my tongue back up along his shaft, and when I reached the tip of his cock, circled it again with my tongue while peeking up at him through my lashes.
“What about that? Do you like that?” I murmured.
To my surprise, he bent suddenly and scooped me up. Holding me tight against his chest, he stormed into his bedroom but set me down on the mattress surprisingly gently. Standing back from the bed, he looked down at me with a heated expression.
I shivered under his gaze.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he said with barely contained lust. “Now. Are you ready for that?”
I nodded vigorously. I’d been ready since the spanking party.
“Good. Open your legs.”
Smiling coyly, I obliged, and he put a knee on the mattress between them. Leaning over me he undid the button of my jeans, his eyes on me the whole time. They were dark and dilated like they always were when he got turned on. Gently he peeled my jeans down my legs, pulling my socks off with them until I was lying before him in only my bra and panties.
He straightened and smiled down at me with appreciation. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Somehow I wasn’t nervous, even though I was about to have sex for the first time. It felt right with Ian. I could tell he liked me from the way he looked at me, the vehemence in his voice when he talked about wanting to be together. I couldn’t ask for more than that my first time.
His eyes never leaving mine, Ian pulled off his shirt. Even though I’d already seen his chest, it was no less impressive the second time—muscular and smooth and tapered in at the waist. He actually had those hip lines men have in magazines.
Because he
is
a model, dummy.
He pulled down his jeans and boxers at the same time…and there he was, in all his naked glory. My breath caught and for a moment, I wondered if I could handle him. Then he was on top of me, kissing me and whispering compliments, and all I thought about was how much I wanted him. I wanted him buried inside me.
I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, tossed it to the side. Immediately his dark head bent and took a nipple into his mouth before moving to the next one. He sat back and hooked his fingers into my panties, pulled them down my legs and exhaled with a satisfied sigh.
“Finally, I have you all to myself.”
He trailed a finger from my nipples down to my public mound, finding the hard bud. I moaned and bucked slightly under his touch.
“You’re wet.”
“I’m ready.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. Pressing a kiss to my lips, Ian climbed between my legs, and I felt him at my opening. This was the moment. He was in position, his strong body pinning me against his mattress, willing me to yield to him.
And the world melted away. There was only here and now, Ian and Alexis. Brilliant green eyes searched mine and I nodded, biting my lip.
As if afraid he might hurt me, he pushed into me slowly and with control, his eyes watching my face for any signs of discomfort. He was hot and hard and I’d never had anything as large inside me before. But I had experimented with the dildo, putting it fully inside me, so when he began moving, I welcomed it.
“It’s okay. You can go harder,” I whispered.
He hesitated, a dark lock of hair falling over his eyes. “It’s our first time and you’re so small. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I want you to let go.”
He started moving again but cautiously. I lifted my ass, trying to get closer to him, encouraging him with my moans as he started to thrust faster.
“Yes, like that. I like it like that.”
My words spurred him on. His hands clenched my hips and held me to meet him. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clung to him tightly.
“I want to be yours.”
With a low growl he thrust deeper, hard enough that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. His right hand moved to the top of my head to protect me from hitting the headboard with the force.
“You are mine. I’m making you mine.”
I whimpered softly, my lips finding his neck and suckling briefly before trailing kisses along his stubble. I was a lot smaller than him, it was true—his head was above me and my face barely cleared his shoulders.
Suddenly Ian pulled out and flipped me over, holding me up by the waist as he entered me from behind. His fingers went between my legs, finding my clit again, and I felt myself clench around him. The double sensation was more intense than the paddle and his fingers, and I gyrated against him, lost in sensation. I was moving just as much as him now, matching my thrusts with his. He bent over me and I turned my head, finding his lips and kissing deeply.
“You’re so tight.” He pulled back and rested the hand that wasn’t between my legs on my ass. “And so warm.”
I was nearing my climax and tilted my head back, moaning. He gathered my hair up in his fist, held my head in place. The action was so domineering and possessive—so
Ian
. I couldn’t move my head at all and he was holding me there while he pumped in and out of me. The knowledge sent me over the edge and I came, my arms weakening and giving out and my face falling forward onto the pillow. I clutched it in both hands as he thrust in and out of me a few more times before finding his own release.
With a final growl, his hand hit the mattress to my right. His biceps strained on either side of my face as he supported his weight above me, allowed his breathing to slow. With a satisfied sigh, he rolled off me and onto his side. Pulled me into his arms to spoon, his head nestling into my hair and inhaling my scent and his heart slowing against my naked back.
***
Ian rolled onto his back and took a deep, shuddery breath, shoved a hand through his hair. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Wow.”
I didn’t respond, and he must have sensed something was up because he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. He took a strand of my hair and wrapped it around his finger, smirking slightly.
“Should I be insulted?”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know.”
Green eyes instantly narrowed. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean...” I rolled over to face him and tried again. “I mean that I have nothing to compare it with.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” He laughed.
I shrugged helplessly.
“Wait—you’re—you were—a virgin?”
I nodded and he blanched, jumped out of bed like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Stood gaping at me from the end of his bed. Entirely naked.
Then he began to pace.
“The stuff we’ve been doing... Jesus, Lex, I thought you were experienced. Well, not
experienced
, but not a fucking innocent either.” He raked a hand roughly through his hair. “I fucked you with a paddle!
Fuck
.”
I rolled my eyes. “An innocent? What time period are we living in, Ian?”
“One where guys don’t just take what they want from naive women,” he snapped and then closed his eyes, rubbed a hand over his mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” I rolled my eyes and got out of bed to join him, putting my hands on his chest and looking up into wary green eyes. “Everything we’ve done—
every single thing
—I’ve wanted. And not just because I think you’re handsome and I like you and want to make you happy.”
“You see?” he whispered. “You’ll do whatever I want because you want me.”
“Maybe,” I admitted, circling a finger along his chest. “But I don’t think I’d do something I feel strongly against just to please you. I’m not your lap dog.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Lap dog, huh? I was going for sex slave.”
“You wish.”
He closed his eyes again, a look of pain flashing across his features. “I would have never... If I’d known you had never had sex before, I would have never done that. Any of it.”