His - Chapter #7 - Free To Read

This is how an One Night Stand Feels.

"Fuck!" Ian cursed as he roughly pulled my lower lip with his teeth. I moaned, and almost crawled up to his lap. I felt his hardening bulge beneath me.

"You taste so good," he muttered.

And he did too. I could taste his minty breath. He was still the same. He still smelled of chocolate and mint. And I loved it.

I kissed him hard, burying my tongue in his mouth, tasting him, teasing him, taking him in. Grinding myself against him, I revelled in the groan that passed his lips.

Ian's mouth moved down to my neck, and I felt that al to familiar pull as he bit my neck, leaving hickeys. A desperate moan left my lips, my hand making quick work of his shirt.

"Eager kitten?" Ian smirked. A blush covered my cheeks, but I only dropped his shirt to the floor.

"I'm not going to take you on this couch," Ian muttered. He picked up, making me squeal.

I gasped when I felt his hand smacking my ass. "Keep quite Khloe, I don't want to gear one peep from you."

Even thought I could hardly think right now, his words registered in my head, and I didn't say anything. Heat pulsed through me, spreading to my cores. I needed him. Inside me. With me.

"What do you want Khlo?" Ian asked, as he dropped me on the bed. I looked at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Tell me what you want me to do to you Khloe," Ian explained.

What did I want him to do to me? My eyes took in his shirtless body, his eight pack, the toned abs, and the 'v' leading into his jeans.

"Khloe," Ian snapped.

"Fuck me," I gasped.

"Gladly," Ian smirked, his hands ripping my shirt right off the middle. His eyes darkened when he saw that I was naked underneath.

"What the fuck is this?" The snarl that left his lips surprised me.

"I usually stay like this at home," I muttered.

"Fuck Khloe," Ian cursed, running his hands through his hair. I got up and brazenly pulled my shorts down, leaving me only in panties.

Ian groaned, his lips coming down to claim mine. His expert hands pulled at my nípples, making me gasp and write under him.

My hands moved down to his jeans, as I tried pushing them down.

"Fûc me," I pleaded, once Ian was fully naked. He took his sweet time, giving my breasts more than enough attention.

"Uh huh," Ian smirked, "What's the magic word Khloe?"

"Please!" I mewled, "Please fûck me!"

Ian didn't wait for one minute longer, his fingers ripped my soaked panties.

"Hands on the headboard," He muttered.

Quickly, I placed both my hands on the headboard. Ian dived into me, hard. I screamed out his name as I denoted around him.

"Fûck!" I gasped as he pounded mercilessly into me, setting a punishing rhythm.

Ian's eyes held mine, and I saw the maliciousness in them.

"How good is this Khloe?"

"So... good..." I moaned pushing my hips back at him.

"Did anyone else fûck you like this Khol?"

I only moaned in response. I stilled as his hand came down on my right breast. Hard. But that turned me on even more.

"Answer me Khloe!" Ian snarled.

"Oh god no!" I yelled, relief passing through me, "Only you! Ian!"

Ian suddenly pulled by legs up, and I gasps as I felt him further inside me. No one had ever felt this way.

I could feel the all to familiar tightening in my core as he fucked me.

"Come," Ian said roughly, and it was as an imaginary dam burst open. I came. Hard and fast. And I felt Ian come inside me, filling me with his cum.

He collapsed on top of me. My lips instantly found his neck, and I kissed him softly. Ian lifted his head and smiled softly at me, before rolling over and moving next to me.

Pulling me into him, I could smell every inch of him as he nuzzled my hair. My eyes dropped, and a smile formed on my face as sleep lulled me in.

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My mind was disoriented. I reached out on the bed, but it was empty. My eyes frantically opened, and I looked around for Ian. His side of the bed looked like it hadn't been used for some hours.

Tears formed in my eyes as realization dawned. He left. Like I was an one night stand for him. I quickly got up, wincing at the soreness in my core.

I took a quick shower, and dressed for work. Wearing my purple pencil skirt, and grey sleeveless top, I felt sexy. Not the broken girl I felt inside.

Fixing myself coffee, I froze as the front door opened.

"Hey," Parker greeted me, and I sighed in relief, turning around with a smile. Which fell immediately as I noticed Ian with him.

But I quickly replaced the smile on my face, "Morning guys. Coffee?"

Ian looked puzzled, but quickly shook it away. "Sure."

"Do you have food?" Parker asked.

I rolled my eyes. "There's some cereal in that cupboard, and if you want there are packed sandwiches in the fridge."

Parker grinned toothily at me, kissing my forehead as he passed by me, and opened the fridge. "You are a lifesaver!"

"Over reaction," I muttered, as I made two cups of coffee. "Sugar?" I looked at Ian.

"One please," Ian said, and I nodded, adding one cube to his coffee.

I handed him his coffee, electricity pulsing through me as our fingers met. Stifling a gasp, I pulled my hand back, taking my coffee. Ian's eyes bore into mine, making me weak in the knees. 'Stay strong,' I chanted to myself. This was the guy who walked away as if I was an one night stand.

"You want some Khlo?" Parker asked, handing me a sandwich. I nodded, taking it from him.

"I'll go get my bag," I muttered as I sipped on the coffee, savouring the bitterness.

I came back to only Ian in the living room. "Where's Parker?"

He turned around from where he was looking at the pictures on the wall. "He went to take his car. Ready?"

I nodded. Ian walked out and I followed. Locking up my house, I almost took the stairs down, but Ian got into the lift, waiting for me to join him. Just as I entered the lift, my phone rang and I rummaged through my purse.

Cameron's name flashed through the screen. I took a deep breath as I answered the call.

"Hey," I said softly, not knowing how he was feeling right now. Cam might just be my friends with benefits, but I cared deeply for him. I hated that I hurt him like that.

"Khloe," Cam's voice was just as soft.

"What's up?"

"I want to meet you," He said, and I caught the tone of his voice. He was being firm.

"Sure," I muttered. "Can you pick me up from work?"

"Sure, what time?" He sounded happy, relieved even.

"Around five-ish?" I frowned as Ian grasped my hand. I looked at him, puzzled. He raised his eyebrows, making me realize that we were in the lobby. I quickly walked out.

"Sounds great," Cameron said. "I'll see you then."

I cut the call quickly, looking up to find Ian staring at me. "What?" I muttered, becoming self conscious.

"Who was that?"

I frowned. "My friend."

Before Ian could say anything, Parker shouted our names, making me glare at him. I got into the car, Ian following suit.

"Where should I drop you Ian?" Parker asked.

"Here," Ian said, handing Parker a card. Parker read through it and started driving.

"What time are you getting off today?" I asked Parker.

He turned to look at me. "Mostly 5. Why?"

I shook my head, "I'm meeting Cameron."

Parker raised his eyebrows, but noticing the look I gave him, he dropped whatever snarky remark he had planned. "Cool. Are you going to be there for dinner?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure. It depends on what he says. Maybe I'll stay at his place."

Parker raised his eyebrows at me. "And go down and nasty."

I glared at him, "Shut up."

"Saying it as it is sweetheart," Parker smirked, and I didn't say anything.

My eyes moved to the rearview mirror, and I saw the anger on Ian's face. He caught my eye in the mirror, glaring at me. I quickly averted my eyes, looking outside the window instead.

My phone buzzed, and I frowned at the unknown number.

**I expect you at your apartment at six, kitten.**

I gasped, quickly typing back. **Ian?**

**Who else calls you kitten, Khloe?**

I swallowed. I sensed his dominant stance. **No one. How did you get my number?**

**None of your problem. I expect you there at six. Got it?**

Nervousness flooded through me. **I can do what I want Ian. I'm going to meet my friend. And I might stay over at his place.**

Before Ian could reply, the car stopped. "Your stop cuz," Parker grinned.

"Thanks man," Ian muttered, getting out the car. I saw how pissed he was as he looked at me with a glare. Parker didn't notice that, driving off.

I was scared of what might happen if I wasn't home by six. But then again, Ian couldn't just treat me like this. I wasn't his girl anymore. I already felt a headache coming on. This day was already proving to be horrible.

******

"Khloe," Cameron smiled at me as I got into his car.

"Hey," I murmured, not sure how to handle this.

"I'm sorry for walking out like that yesterday."

"Hardly your fault." I muttered.

"I wanted to ask you about that," Ian said, making me freeze. "Who is Ian?"

I froze. "What?"

"I have a right to know, don't you think?"

Before I could say anything, the car stopped outside a café. Cameron got out, and I followed suit.

Once we were seated, and were done placing our orders, Cameron looked at me expectantly.

"Cam..."

"I want to know, Khloe."

I took a deep breath. "He is my ex. I don't think I'm over him."

"You think?" Cameron laughed, but it sounded off.

"I'm sorry Cam," I looked at him with apology. "I didn't even realize what I was doing."

Cam looked at me, looking oddly relieved. "I'm not going to say its okay, but I understand. And I really hoped that we could have something special."

"Cam... I told you..." I trailed off.

"I know Khloe. Do you want me to drop you home?"

"Its okay, I'll take a cab."

Cam smiled softly at me. "For old time's sake yeah?"

"Sure Cameron. You're an amazing guy, you know?"

Cam grinned. "Of course."

********

I sighed as I got off the lift, thankful that Parker's door was still locked. That meant that Ian wouldn't be there either.

I opened my apartment door, putting my keys in the key bowl. I took off my heels, and just as I was about to turn on the lights, I heard him speak.

"I've been waiting for you."

Fuck.

My.

Life.

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