Hailey's POV
Ian pulled me by the ankle back towards him with a grin, sliding me on the bed towards the edge. I let out a small yelp in surprise, which only made us both chuckle. A chuckle that was quickly distinguished when our lips met again. Next thing I knew, my leggings and panties were being thrown across the room, and I was unbuckling his belt. I pulled his zipper down tantalizingly slowly, then slid off his pants as best I could with his help, having him toss them and his boxers without a care. I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking him in place over me. His hand gripped my thigh firmly and passionately before it glided up to my ass. We were both fully naked, staring at one another as if contemplating if this was truly the best idea. The thought quickly faded as Ian brought his shaft towards my sleek entrance. For some reason, I felt nervous, but as the head of his erection entered me, it was washed away with pleasure.
He continued to kiss me tenderly along my neck, shoulders, and breasts, causing me to arch my back in pleasure. Finally, he sucked at my nipple, and having waited so long for him to do so, I moaned louder than intended. It was almost a yell of pleasure. It dawned on me that Ian had been working me up this entire time and that even the smallest of passionate touches would drive me wild. Clever man. He thrust into me as he held me tight, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck as his tongue slid across the sweet spot I didn't know I had behind my ear.
"Ay Dios!" I yelled, as I felt myself getting closer to my release.
"I don't think he wants to know what I'm doing to you," Ian playfully whispered into my ear, surprising me with how sultry his voice sounded.
I pushed at him to rotate us, and with his muscular arms, he flipped us so that I was on top. He propped himself up on his elbows, not fully lying back, as I rode him. He brought his mouth to my breast, sucking at my areola as his tongue flicked over my nipple. I pulled him closer to me, forcing him to sit up with me as I continued to sway myself over him.
My fingers dug deeply into the thick muscles of his back. It didn't take much longer after that for me to let out a muffled moan against his lips, reaching my orgasm. Ian flipped us over again so that he was on top of me, forcing me to ride out this wave of pleasure as he thrust deeply inside me. He pulled out shortly after, spurting his warm seed on the edge of my abdomen, quickly grabbing some tissues and wiping it off of me with a small blush- almost as if he were embarrassed that he had cum on me like that.
"Sorry," he whispered. "I didn't want to assume I could do that inside of you, and I didn't want to soil your sheets," he explained, making me smirk at how he apologized. I thought it was sweet.
"It's fine. Thanks for trying to be considerate."
We fell silent, but it wasn't a comfortable one. Mierda {Shit}. This was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea, pero Diosito {but God} did it feel good. I got off the bed and grabbed one of my silky nightgowns and a pair of underwear. I tossed Ian one of the oversized t-shirts I used to sleep in. He found his boxers and put the shirt on. It looked as if he were about to put his slacks back on, but I grabbed them from him with a shake of my head.
"You're fine without them. Don't sleep uncomfortably, trying to hide what I've already seen." I arched my brow at him, trying to lighten the mood with a joke- in vain. "I'll be right back, and I expect you to hold me." I winked at him, trying to be silly as I stepped out with our glasses.
"Who are you hiding in there?" Christin asked, a playful smirk on her lips. She was leaning back against the kitchen counter, drinking a cup of water. Of course, she's awake.
"I'm not hiding anyone." I shrugged, making her smirk grow into a smile.
"Sure, and I totally didn't hear you yell ay Dios." She laughed as I felt the heat of my blush course through my body.
"Shut up." I playfully threw the rag I had left on the counter at her. She dodged it, giving me a wink as she placed her glass down, then blew me a kiss and sprinted back to her room.
After taking a deep breath, I strode back to my room as well. Why does this feel awkward now? I tried to brush the feeling off, but I couldn't shake it. The feeling of his lips was fresh on my skin, and I'm sure if I thought about it further, it would have turned me on again. He was sitting up with one hand behind his head as he rested against my cushioned headboard. His phone was in his other hand, with his eyes glued to the screen. It wasn't until I closed my door that he looked away from his phone.
I laggardly made my way to the bed, sliding in beside him. It was silent, with me struggling to find the right words to say. Ay Dios, what if Liv gets mad? Would she be upset that we slept together? He was her first love. Mierda! Mierda! Mierda!
"I, um- " he started, clearly unable to find the right words either.
"Yeah, let's just go to bed. We can talk more in the morning," I said, scooting closer towards him as he put his phone away. He opened his arms, pulling me towards him. His warmth and beating heart helped ease whatever weirdness I had been feeling... and by some miracle, I was able to fall asleep rather quickly, despite overthinking.