Into You Series: The Complete Collection

23. Nia

CHAPTER 23

NIA

I an, Ian, Ian.

His name keeps bouncing around in my head, unable to completely focus on one part of him before my hands discover another. His strong arms, his large hands, the peaks and valleys of his abs, and his large—very hard—cock.

I want him. I want him bad . I wanted him a few years ago and I want him now. He was, and still is, arrogant, pushy, and too charismatic for his own good—yet he’s also kind, incapable of prejudice, and somehow weaseling his way back into my thoughts. I need to push that aside, though, because this isn’t the time for admiration. It’s time for something different. At this moment, I want to take advantage of his energy, his ego, and every bit of confidence he exudes and place it all in the palm of my hand…and stroke it, and lick it.

“Nia,” he says again, strained and trying to stay quiet. I like taming the beast, making him say my real name with zero undertones of sarcasm. “Nia.” This time the tone isn’t pleading, but demanding instead. He pulls me up, removing himself from my mouth, and I’m immediately dissatisfied.

“I want to taste you,” he says, pulling me up to my feet and twisting his palm into my shorts without even bothering to unbutton them. He presses his two fingers against my wet lips with only the thin fabric of my panties as a barrier. The sensation is instantaneous. His fingers are deft as they encircle the outside, rising up until he reaches my clit. I extend my hand to find his dick, but he clutches my wrist and pushes me away. “No.”

The warmth from his breath sends more of me spiraling, and I take in short breaths. “Let me touch you,” I beg, trying not to sound too desperate, but I want him back in my hand. I want to feel just how hard he is in this moment…and all for me.

He removes his hand from under my waistband and takes both of my wrists, pinning them behind me. “Just relax, Nia.” A kiss on my neck. “Relax for me.” I can’t. My heart is pounding, and my legs are itching to wrap around him. I want to cause him to be unhinged until he can’t help but bury himself into me.

His hand strokes my spine, ghosting from my neck down to the small of my back. My head rolls back and I close my eyes. “Yes, just like that,” he croons, moving down to pull my nipple into his mouth once more. “You’re so sexy.”

He guides me into the room until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I fall backward. When he gets down in front of me, I push my hands into his curls. I’ve always wondered what his hair feels like, whether his locks were soft or coarse, whether they were twisted enough to curl around my fingers. I was correct on all accounts.

He glides his hands from my ass around to the front where he slowly unbuttons, unzips, and shimmies my shorts down my legs. They land around my ankles then he throws them to the side. I smile down at him, pushing his hair back so he can look at me. His ice blue eyes are hungry, shooting through me as my knees give in.

He spreads my legs apart, and I feel exposed having him stare directly at my underwear. I wish I had worn the ones that match my lacy bra, but how was I supposed to know anyone would see them this week?

Ian places his face directly across from my pussy. He turns his head to my inner thigh to kiss, lick, and slide his finger closer and closer to my center. I exhale, eagerly awaiting the inevitable, almost unable to keep my patience in check as he moves his mouth over my underwear and extends his tongue against them. It’s so close and I can feel his hot breath against me. I swallow back any noise I might have made.

His middle finger reaches to the edge of my panties and slides it over, exposing all of me to him. He wastes no time before sticking his tongue into me and pulling back out to lap me up.

He knows his craft well. With each flick of his tongue, another wave of shock rolls through me. He quickly locates my clit and devours it. I feel two of his fingers enter me and my head falls back before I can will it not to. My eyes close when he rolls his fingers inside me, continuing to dart his tongue across my skin. Nerves in my thighs are radiating down to my legs and my toes curl.

I don’t want to come yet. I want to keep experiencing every pleasure Ian is willing to give me. I’m not sure how we got to this point or how I’m allowing him to drive me to a state of madness when only days ago he was driving me insane for completely different reasons. All I know is that with every stroke of his tongue, my stomach is falling deeper.

I clench my muscles, trying to hold off as best I can, but he groans, his tone rumbling against my body. “Don’t hold back. Come for me.”

The words provoke a whimper from me, and I clamp my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle any additional noises that may arise—and they definitely do. Ian continues to lick me, faster and faster, pumping his fingers against me, and my voice is muffled against my hand.

Ian. Ian. Ian.

“Say my name,” he commands, driving into me aggressively.

Ian. Ian. Ian. I can’t get the words out. They’re screaming in my head, but I’m too distracted to say anything.

“Say my name, Nia.”

Ian. Ian!

“Ian!” My exclamation pushes me over the edge. A wave of euphoria washes over me, my muscles tremble, and all the tension releases under the weight of my orgasm.

Ian grips my legs, kissing every inch of me as his mouth drifts by until he’s beside me, my head nestled into the curve of his neck.

“That okay?” he whispers, kissing the top of my forehead.

“It wasn’t too bad.”

He chuckles. “Not even a thank you?”

“Thanks,” I murmur between heavy breaths, which only makes him grin. I’m both elated and irritated that he’s as happy as he seems, and yet I want to spread that smile wider. “I want to return the favor.”

He hums to himself, looking down to glance at my body, which is now only covered by my lopsided bra that is failing at its job as it is still pulled down and exposing one of my boobs. “Maybe next time,” he says.

“How do you know there will be a next time?” He’s much too cocky for his own good.

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Because Nia Smith wouldn’t call out my name unless she meant it.”

This man has me wrapped around his stupid, wonderful, orgasm-inducing finger, and I wish I could rip it off. Then again, how would we have a next time if I remove something so precious?