Chapter
43: The Next Level
Ian found himself in the middle of a strange dream, one that
had been playing in his mind ever since he talked to Gabriel about Sara’s
visions. He was in the middle of a battlefield fighting with her and a guy that
looked exactly like Van. They were the last three survivors from their brigade;
the king and his two chief generals.
He glanced to his left to find Sara, the Witchblade secured
to her arm as she fought off four men that were attacking her. To his right was
Van, his sword in hand, also fending off several attackers that were threatening
to finish him off. Ian himself was fighting with three other men who all seemed
to be superior sword fighters. He dodged several of their hits, continuing to
walk backwards in order to space himself enough to get in a few good shots at
their midsections. In one swing he managed to knock out two of his attackers,
leaving the last one, a man about his height with fiery blue eyes that seemed to
pierce everything he looked at.
They continued to lunge at each other, swords drawn, Ian with
Excalibur, and the other man with an impressive sword as well. The man kept
pushing Ian back until he took one final step and fell into a ditch. The other
man quickly took advantage of the situation and ran his sword through Ian’s
chest. From behind him came a scream, “Xavier!”
Sara had the Witchblade’s sword above her head, bringing it
down upon the man’s back and almost completely chopping him in half. Without
giving him a second thought, she ran over to Ian, the dream becoming more like
his vision now as time seemed to slow. Before it could finish, Ian felt a hand
over his chest and a body gently nestle on top of him. He woke with a start,
realizing he was still on the couch at the Candy Store, then looking down at the
person now lying across him to find it was just Billie. “Hey,” she
whispered. “Sorry if I woke you up.”
“It’s alright,” he replied hoarsely, figuring he had
been asleep for longer than he had expected and glad that she had knocked him
out of such a horrifying dream. “Has Sara called yet?” Ian questioned,
remembering what had happened earlier that day and feeling a slight current
running down his spine, which originated from the ring on his finger.
“No,” Billie answered a little condescendingly. “I hope
she and Van are alright. I hope by the time they come in here tomorrow, all
their issues will be resolved, but that’s being a little too hopeful, isn’t
it? I mean, the way Sara yelled at Van and the way Van stormed out of here, I
wouldn’t be surprised if she high tailed it out of LA without telling any of
us.”
“I doubt it,” Ian said. “I probably would have felt it
by now if she had gone, or if she was mentally unstable. All is clear at the
moment, pleasant even. I think you’re hopefulness has been rewarded.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically. “And how would you
know?”
“Because there’s a very elated mood coming from the
Witchblade and the Crossback,” he answered.
“Come again?” Billie replied. “The what?”
“Van’s ring,” Ian blatantly told her. “It’s his
connection to Sara.”
“Oh.” There was nothing more spoken between them as she
laid her head on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart. ‘I wish I
had some special connection with Ian,’ Billie thought, sighing deeply. ‘If
only…’ She stopped thinking about it when she realized he was gently playing
the strings that held together her top at the sides. He had managed to pull
apart almost all of them before she was even conscious of what he was doing.
Turning to face him and placing her hands on either side of his hips, she
seductively asked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Being playful… What, you don’t like it?” Ian replied
in a silky low voice. “We are alone, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” Billie answered with a smile. “Michael was
picked up an hour ago, Sara’s at home, and Deaq and Vicky are still looking
for Van. I think it’s safe to say we have the place to ourselves.”
“Good,” he replied, pulling her in for an all
encompassing kiss that lasted nearly two minutes before both broke away, gasping
for breath. In those two minutes, Ian had managed to undo the rest of the
strings that held Billie’s top together and slipped it off her shoulders to
reveal her golden brown skin and the nearly see through pink lace bra she wore.
“How far do you wanna go tonight?” she whispered, her
lips so close to his ear that he could actually feel her breaths on the back of
his neck.
“As far as possible,” Ian responded, barely able to keep
his mind off the feel of her silky smooth skin as his hands continuously ran
over it.
“Why the change of heart?” Billie asked, a smile still
gracing her beautiful lips as they fell onto his for another kiss. Ian shrugged,
unable to give her his real reasons. He was afraid that his time with her was
short, and wanted to get in as much as possible before he was gone.
‘Stop thinking that way!’ Ian yelled at himself. ‘You’ll live through this! You always do!’ Aloud, he said, “I think I’m finally ready."
“That’s great,” she said in that seductive voice that
made his blood boil. “It’s about time. You’ve still got a lot of learning
to do before you can completely satisfy me.”
“Teach me, my Lady,” he whispered, pulling her in for yet
another heart pounding kiss.
Billie’s hands began to wander down his body, over his
abdomen, and to the rim of his pants. She began to undo his belt buckle as they
continued to kiss. The first thing she wanted to know was what he had been
hiding from her for so long. ‘Judging from the little I’ve already seen, he
must be packin’!’ she thought. Even before she had finished undoing his
pants, her hand slipped beneath his boxers to do a little exploring.
Ian broke their kiss when he felt her hand reach the nether
regions of his anatomy. Billie gave him a seductive laugh and replied, “It’s
alright, baby, I’m just getting you accustomed to me. If you can’t handle
it, I’ll stop.”
“You like that?” she asked. Ian merely nodded. Billie
smiled. “I think you’ll like this more.” She pulled her hand out of his
pants and began to unbutton his shirt, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. As
she slipped it off his arms, she held him down for a couple of moments, admiring
his finely tuned body before she kept going. “You’re so beautiful,” Billie
whispered. She could see him blush, but decided not to add anything more. The
anticipation was killing both of them.
Looping her fingers around the rim of his pants, Billie
gently began to pull them down as Ian arched his hips, making it a little easier
for her. She threw them to the floor and stood up. He looked at her, wondering
what she was doing. “Sit up,” she ordered gently, and he did what he was
told, still looking a little confused by what she was planning. “What,
you’ve never seen a striptease?” Billie questioned, a devious smile coming
across her lips.
“No,” Ian answered.
“Then sit back and enjoy the show,” she replied, giving
him one more devilish smile before she grabbed the remote off the coffee table
and turned on the stereo to find a nice little song on the radio by Darren Hayes
called “Dirty.”
Ooh
ahh ahh
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ohh...
Ooh yeah yeah yeah
You're
looking like first class
Acting like a cheap date
Honey drippin’ smile
So stylin' that you know what you do
Don't you... baby...
Billie gazed at him intently, her moves matching the music,
as she began to dance. Her body swayed in an erotic fashion, prompting Ian to
sit on the edge of his seat as he stared at her, his caramel eyes wide with
innocence. He was fascinated by the way her hips moved and the rest of her body
wound to the music. It was intoxicating.
Eyes
that penetrate
Heat that denigrates
Lust communicates
I can hardly wait to get to you
And show you baby...
I can be dirty too,
I can spin you around
Pick you up and go down
If you want to
I could be just like you
And do the dirty things you do
Ahh ahh ahh
Yeah yeah yeah
In tune with the music, Billie’s hands continuously ran
down her chest to her thighs and up again, a path Ian would love to have had his
way with. By the end of the first chorus, she was already within his grasp, her
body a constantly moving object to the music as her hips swayed and her hands
glided over her tanned flesh. She moved ever so closer to Ian until she was in
his face, her hands going from her body to his and gently running over his
chest.
You
walk into a room
Imperceptible boom,
Tight
shot, close zoom
When you move it's assumed
You feel it too
Don'tcha... baby...
I'm ticking like a fuse
It's an itch I gotta scratch
Ten minutes in a room
Get this monkey off my back
Any dark space would do
To show you, baby...
She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist as she
gently began to pull down her denim skirt with his help. Billie paused for a
moment, letting all of this sink in for Ian before she allowed him to pull the
rest of her skirt down for her. She could see he was having an immensely good
time judging by the smile on his face. Her goal now was to make him beg for
more.
If
you want to
I can be dirty too
I can spin you around
Pick you up and go down
If you want to
I could be just like you (just like you)
And do the dirty things you do
Billie turned around, her back pressing up against his chest
as her body teasingly rubbed against him. She moved his hands to her waist as
she continued to pull down her skirt, never really taking it off, only taunting
him with what she had beneath. His surprised eyes continued to stare at her as
she revealed, little by little, the pink thong beneath. Ian tried moving his
hands to loop around the skirt and pull it down completely, but she slapped him
away. Billie wasn’t going to let him rush this, especially since she was
having so much fun with it.
Why
don't you tell me your sign?
I hear we're two of a kind
Scorpio, I've been told
You're my most compatible ride
Ooh lemme tell you again
You make me wanna
Pop pop pop pop pop
Tack into the movie inside my brain
I never want to
Stop stop stop stop stop
Ooh... could you do that again?
You make me wanna
Bam bam bam bam bam
Shut the blinds baby
Let the door slam
Intergalactic, super boombastic
Come from the top
Baby don't ever stop
'Till I tell you to
Billie stood up, moving away from Ian when he tried to plant
a kiss on her bare shoulder. She shook her index finger at him, reprimanding him
for his actions. Turning around with her hips still moving to the music, she
ever so slowly began to pull her skirt down again, this time letting it drop to
the floor when it slipped past her thighs. She kicked it aside, turning to Ian
once more to see his reaction. Again, his wide, innocent eyes continued to stare
at her as her body moved to the music.
If
you want to I could be dirty too
I could spin you around
Pick you up, even go down
If you want to I could be just like you (just like you)
Ohh, and do the dirty things you do (dirty dirty dirty)
(If you want to) Ahh ahh ahh
Yeah yeah yeah
Scorpio,
I've been told,
You're my most compatible ride
(If you want to)
Let's fade to black, commercial break
This is where the censor kicks in
(If you want to)
Hey... I think you better close your eyes
Block your ears
This could be the gem of the year
Billie’s
hands unhurriedly moved to her back as she turned away from Ian yet again. She
unhooked her bra, letting it slowly slip off her shoulders as she stole a peek
behind her to see the surprise on his face was growing. She definitely had his
thoughts running wild with anticipation. She let her bra drop to the floor as
she turned around, her hands shielding her breasts. Continuing to move with the
music she dipped to the floor and slowly came back up, her moves stirring
Ian’s imagination as she sat down in his lap again. This time, she let him
kiss her neck, but only lightly as she pulled away, realizing the song was
almost over and she still had her underwear left to remove.
All this
teasing was making Ian crazy. He was only getting glimpses of what he so
desperately wanted to hold, but she wouldn’t let him go any further than just
a kiss here and a touch there. He could feel parts of his body being to stir
with every single teasing gesture until finally he could barely hold out any
longer. By now she was looping her fingers into the straps of her thong, pulling
it down so slowly he thought he’d pass out if she didn’t speed it up. He
could barely breathe when it dropped to the floor with a light thump.
Ooh...
could you do that again?
Again... again... ohohh, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Yeah... yeah right there now
Ahh ahh ahh
That... yeah ohh
Ohh yeah ohh ohh
Ohh ohh yeah ohh ohh
Ohh yeah yeah ohh ohh ohh
Oh ahh oh ahh ahh
Ohh ahh oh ahh ahh
Yeah ahh ohh yeah ohh
Billie
returned to Ian’s lap as the song ended, her hands falling over her breasts
and the delta between her legs, continuing to keep Ian in the dark as she rubbed
up against him. He was rock hard and ready for whatever she was willing to throw
at him. She smiled, happy to see it was she who had made him this aroused. Her
heart began to race with all the ideas that ran through her head. There were so
many things she wanted to teach him; so many different moves, yet so little time
remained before daylight broke that morning.
“Are you
ready?” Billie whispered as her hand dropped from her breasts, letting them
fall free against his chest. Ian merely nodded as he took them in his hand and
gently began to roll her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they
were hard as rocks. She moaned, desperately wanting to impale herself on him,
but keeping in mind he had no experience in the sexual arts. Instead, she gently
kissed him as she pushed him down on the couch. He allowed her to be the
domineering one, fearing his inexperience would only get him in trouble.
Softly,
slowly, her hands fell below his waist as she leaned over his chest to grab his
lips for a deep, passionate kiss. Billie pulled down his boxers until she
released him and finally saw that she was right about what he had been “packin’.”
He was all that and MORE! Her eyes ran wild with lust as her hand ran up his
length, eliciting a sharp breath in response to her touch.
Ian sucked
in a few more labored breaths as she continued to stroke him. Her fingernails
were torture against his skin as he tried to remain calm even though every part
of his body told him to let go completely. He knew he could trust Billie. After
all, she was quite experienced and eager to teach him all she knew. Before he
even knew it, her hand was running along his shaft again, this time circling the
top as she kissed him. Her hand continued to circle him down his length,
squeezing ever so lightly as she deepened the kiss.
As Billie
reached the head of his penis, she lightly ran her finger over it, causing Ian
to draw in a deep ragged breath. Her hand went back up his length slowly, her
nails digging into his skin as she savored the pleasure she was giving him and
herself. He felt the trail of her nails, and his mind immediately went wild with
thoughts of what he'd do to her once she was beneath him, but first and
foremost, he pulled her in for a hungry kiss, desperately wanting more as his
hands made their way to her ample breasts.
With her
right hand, Billie reached for his balls while her left continued to encircle
his penis. She began to pump him slowly, all while lightly squeezing his balls.
She could feel he was beginning to ooze with the amount of pleasure she was
giving him. Ian’s response was to groan loudly, her teasing really getting to
him. Billie kissed his neck, her hand stopping the pleasure it had been giving
his penis, but not before giving his balls one last squeeze. Looking deep in
those wide caramel eyes, she asked, "You wanna learn some more?"
"Yes,"
Ian whispered desperately as she smiled at him devilishly, her lips trailing
down his chest until they reached his erect shaft. "Billie!" he moaned
her name in ecstasy as she laid kisses from his penis to his neck and back
again. She reached his shaft once more, hovering above it, planting several more
kisses over the head as he called out her name. It was finally time that she
used her tongue. Slowly, she licked her way up his shaft, causing him to almost
lose whatever dwindling control he had left.
Billie
backed off, a half smile on her lips as she said, "All in due time, good
sir.” She lowered her mouth over his erection once more, this time giving it a
good suck as her tongue swirled around it in a clockwise fashion. Ian's head
rolled back as he grabbed the couch cushions and began to pant heavily. His mind
was almost a puddle by the time she pulled away. She kissed her way back up his
chest until she met his hungry mouth with another devouring kiss.
Billie
broke the kiss off and started nibbling her way downward again. She stopped at
the shaft of his penis and began to slowly lap her way down to the end. Her
tongue swirled around the head a few times before her lips closed in over it.
With her hand running down his shaft, she slowly began to suck and swallow. Ian
could feel his blood begin to boil. This was definitely sensory overload for
him. His mind went slack as he let his primal instincts take over.
The next
few minutes were excruciating as his pent up energy was being forced to release
itself in one way or another, and he knew exactly which way. He only hoped he
wouldn't gag or kill Billie. But she kept at it until, finally, he couldn't
could out any longer and just let it go, crying out her name in utter
exhaustion. Ian collapsed onto the couch as Billie found herself on the floor,
heaving labored breaths as sweat trickled down their bodies.
“Congratulations,
Mr. Nottingham, you just had your first orgasm,” Billie commented as she stood
up on shaky legs and fell onto his chest once more. ‘And what a good one it
was,’ she thought. Just hearing him scream her name was arousing. He smiled,
his arms wrapping around her body as their breathing went back to normal.
“Ready for more?” she mumbled from his chest. Ian nodded.
Billie
nestled her forehead against his chin and began kissing his neck as Ian’s
hands started to roam up and down her slender body. Following her instincts and
Ian’s responses, Billie started to fondle his nipples. Gently biting and
tugging on them with teeth, she returned the pleasure Ian had once given her.
His ambulant hands ached to feel her skin and the direction her body motioned to
feeling him inside of her. Billie stopped his hands from their marveling.
Instead, she forcibly pushed them back behind his head. "Keep them there or
I'll stop,” she seductively warned as she lifted up.
Ian smiled
but he was in agony. He started moving his pelvis in a circular motion trying to
find her spot which complimented his own. Billie moaned. His harden penis rubbed
against her throbbing clit. He smiled seeing her reaction. Regaining control,
she said, "Didn't I tell you not to move?"
With a low
groan, he answered, "Mmmm.....You said not to move my hands."
Ian
couldn't take it anymore. She was driving him mad. Slowly and carefully he slid
his hands down to her waist. He watched intently as she started to pinch her own
swollen nipples and rub her breast. Ian was in awe as she brushed her wet flower
cushion back and forth against him. He needed to feel her inside warmth.
Stroking his tender muscle and painfully aching testicles, "Please,"
he begged in a strained voice.
Billie
could feel his excitement heightening. The torture of teasing him gave her
immense pleasure. The saturation between her legs became more intense as some
flowed onto his aching muscle. The sensation of her warm liquid spewing all over
him triggered his drive to take control. Suddenly, Ian lifted her up finding her
place for his upcoming invasion. He entered her abruptly. Her muscle contracted
to his submersion. A little off guard, she gripped his chest. "Uhhaaa mmmm,"
Billie moaned, adjusting to his fullness.
Someone
else seemed to have taken control because she started to move rhythmically with
him. "Oh Billie!!!" Ian groaned. As he lifted up to change the
position, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Forcing unto and past the
barrier of their once innocence relationship, the two became one.
Billie
rocked harder to pull him deeper inside her. She felt like she was going to
explode. She held a tight grasping grip around Ian’s neck as tears began to
roll down to her cheek. Ian felt a warm gush of liquid over him. He didn't stop.
She didn't stop. She started to gently bite into his shoulder.
"Am I
hurting you?" Ian whispered, the concern present in his voice as he pushed
Billie’s hair back to reveal her reddened face.
In a
muffled voice, she replied, "Mmmm no, no, Oh… Please don't stop... please
don't stop!”
He began
to rock a little harder and faster, feeling himself come to that point. In
unison, they both began to moan. "IIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!!!"
Billie cried out as she clawed his back, finally hitting her climax. Her mouth
fell on top of his and began to kiss him deeply as his movement quickened. Then
with one final groan he started quivering. Loosening her grip, she pulled back
to look at him. "Are you alright?"
Ian, still
quivering, whispered, "Shhhhhooooooooossshhhhh doooonnnnn’t move.”
"Ooook,"
Billie replied.
"Ahhh
haaaahhaaa… dddddoooonnnnntttt moooveee!" His toes curled as he clenched
her ass while he tried to mouth the words to her.
“I’m
not!” she giggled, realizing he had just climaxed.
"Whahahhaahhahah…
ppppp pppp pppllllleeeeasssse Biiiilllllllliiiieee!” She held in the laughter
but in doing so unknowingly tighten her muscles. She felt him throbbing in her.
Then he let out a sigh of relief and fell backwards, taking her with him.
Billie
nuzzled his neck as his arms tightened around her. Ian sighed deeply, his head
still spinning from the experience. Reaching over his chest, she grabbed the
blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped them in it. As she made herself a
little more comfortable lying over his chest, Billie could feel Ian’s hand run
up her abdomen and gently rest between her breasts, his thumb tenderly stroking
one of her nipples.
“That
was incredible,” she whispered, her hand falling on top of his. “You did it
like you were a pro.”
“It was
pure instinct, I assure you,” Ian said as he kissed her earlobe. “And a
little bit of your instruction.”
“I’ll
be your teacher any day,” Billie replied, “as long as that always
happens.” Then she yawned.
“Get
some sleep,” he told her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as she closed her
eyes.
“Night,
Ian,” she mumbled, her head nestling beneath his chin.
“Good night, my Lady,” he replied, holding her a little tighter as she fell asleep in his arms.
A/N: Music: "Dirty" by Darren Hayes