Warning: Mature content

After an hour of enjoying the party, they both couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Ian decided to take her home after a little bit of teasing. As soon as he entered the house, he took her by hand and walked up the stairs to his room. Although she initiated talking to him, it was obvious that with every step they took something made her nervous.

Ian clicked the door unlock, then it swung open. Without wasting a second, his lips crashed onto hers, while a breathy moan left her mouth. His hands were in her hair, tugging from time to time while she raked her fingers through his hair wildly.

"You.are.too.eager.it.seems," Ian said in between kisses. While she blushed furiously under his gaze. It was obvious that they spent the last time at the party impatiently.

The room was lit up by the moonlight which crept inside the room through the open window. Their emotions already started running wildly even though anything barely started.

"Mhmm… I need to freshen up first," She said after slightly pushing him yet their lips didn't stop. He backed off a bit while chuckling under his breath and nodded. She walked to the bathroom while he went and sat on the edge of the bed.

Deciding that he needs to get comfortable and ready for her, he took off all of his clothes except for his boxers. A few minutes later he heard the bathroom door open, and he looked in her direction. His jaw nearly hit the ground.

Alexa was standing there in only the minuscule pink panties that he had ever seen. It's true that Ian had seen plenty of women even in his previous life, but something about the current moment made him excited. Her torso was slim but her stomach was toned. She had lovely, porcelain skin and medium-sized breasts that stood proud and perky on her chest.

She was standing there with her body fully on display. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned in and captured her full, plumpy lips in a very passionate kiss.

Alexa moaned into his lips as her hands started playing with his hair. His hands lowered and cupped her fantastic ass that was covered by only a g-string. He lifted her by her ass and laid her down on the bed, gently. He broke the kiss and lifted her leg up. He laid soft kisses down the sole of her foot, past her calf, and on the inside of her knee.

"Do you like that, Alexa?" He breathed her name.

"Mhm… It feels really good," She breathed out, her cheeks slightly pink. He parted her thighs and lowered his head. He could already smell the heady aroma of her arousal. He had to stop himself from claiming her right then and there. He pressed his lips against the soft skin of her inner thigh and laid feather-light kisses all over her.

Her breathing picked as he got closer to her panty-covered groin. She felt exposed. The thought of it turned her on.

Her fingers snaked through his hair as his tongue tickled the junction of her thigh and hip. He was just about to kiss her damp panties when she grabbed them and pulled them aside. She moaned loudly just as she felt his lips and tongue on her. He was doing magic down her hips, and she was in ecstasy.

He grabbed her hips and held them tightly as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Alexa squealed as she came on him, her fluids leaking out and running down the crack of her butt cheeks. He kept stroking till she came slightly down from her high.

Ian removed his boxers, climbed on top of her, and supported himself on his arms, while he brought his lips close to his ear, "Today, I'll claim you gently," he said and kissed her lips. Alexa could taste herself on him.

She nodded in agreement and kept her legs open as he rubbed his very large penis up and down the length of her slit. She arched her back as he slid inside of her. Her fingernails scratched at his bare back as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and penetrated her down to the hilt in a single thrust.

Alexa gasped in pain at being stretched. Ian waited for her to give him the go-ahead. She nodded and he started moving. Alexa closed her eyes and hugged him around the neck as he penetrated her slowly and repeatedly. She bit into his neck when he slid in at a good angle and was happy when he continued in the same motion. They both enjoyed the slow torture for a few more minutes.

"Ian," she moaned. She was shaking her head when the feeling of an orgasm started to make itself known. Ian could feel it, too.

"I can't hold on much longer," He breathed out. She smiled into his shoulder. She was happy knowing that she was able to please him as well. She wrapped her legs around his hips as she felt they both were on the edge.

"Alexa!" He cried out as she squealed into his neck, hiding her face from him as her body spasmed through a powerful orgasm. She felt him following right after. The thrusts became slower in a matter of seconds. He collapsed onto her.

Little did she know, the night didn't end there. Instead, it was lovely. They spent it being with each other. After a long time, it was the first time that Ian was nice to a girl.

"My clothes are still there, hope you don't kick me out without them," At one point of the night, Alexa said to Ian and they both laughed. Down her heart, she knew it was a possibility.

"Don't worry about it, Valerine will take care of them," Ian said while her eyebrows frowned in confusion.

"Valerine, who?"

"She helps around here,..."

[...]

It was the morning after Ian's Trist in bed with Alexa, and the beautiful redhead was laid on the silky linen bed, on her stomach. She was not accompanied by Ian, as he had already left to start working on his next project.

Alexa was just about to wake up when her sleep was suddenly disturbed by a loud voice emanating from the home theatre system in the bedroom

"Good morning. It's 7:00 a.m. the weather in Los Angeles is 72 degrees with scattered clouds. The surf conditions are fair with waist-to-shoulder high lines. High tide will be at 10:52 a.m."

She belatedly realizes it's the preset alarm of Ian's Google assistant.

The redhead groans, stretches, and searches around for Ian, not finding him nearby on the bed, she looks for her clothing. The clothing is in complete disarray and focusing on the events of the previous night, she remembers most of it is in the bathroom outside, so she finds her panties and puts Ian's discarded shirt loosely, and heads off in search of him, in his mansion.

She somehow reaches downstairs and on not finding him in either the dining area or the lounge, she figures that he must be in his study, so she heads there, when a firm voice stops her in her tracks, "You are not authorized to access that area, ma'am"

Alexa winces internally at the cold tone she's being addressed with and mutters a soft "Jesus", and she turns around to face the intruder.

On a more thorough observation, she realizes that her intruder is an older woman, formally dressed in business attire, suited for a woman who works indoors "I've got your clothes here. They've been dry-cleaned and pressed, and there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go."

Wincing again at the callous dismissal of her presence, Alexa can't help but strike up a conversation, "You must be the famous Valerine."

"Indeed, I am." Is the woman's crystal response.

Her anger gets the better of her and she can't help but retort "Ian has you picking up the dry-cleaning?"

The condescending yet foxy look on the woman's face has Alexa's stomach-churning, and the retort she receives is vicious "I do anything and everything that Mr. Renner requires, including, occasionally, taking out the trash. Will that be all?"

In under fifteen minutes of that conversation, Alexa was out of the house and going to her house.