30. Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Twenty Nine
No dirt on Ian — though he has the decency to hide his profile. There were a few pictures and old posts, but nothing concerning.
And certainly no pictures with my ex-boyfriend.
He's already doing well, so props to him.
I offer to drive myself to the restaurant, particularly since Blaise was insisting on meeting him. I can only imagine the overbearing best friend interrogation that would ensue. If the male species thought they were safe since my dad wasn't in this town, they were wrong. Never judge the power of a best friend.
We decide on a small Korean restaurant known for Korean BBQ. Ian meets me out the front, donned in casual jeans and a black shirt.
"Hi," I greet warmly, putting my car keys into my purse. "You beat me again."
Ian grins. "In fairness, my clinic is only a few blocks away. I had a change of clothes stashed there."
"That's cheating," I laugh. "I'll be sure to allow an extra thirty minutes next time."
"Oh, someone's confident," he teases. "What makes you think dinner will go well?"
I pretend to think. "Well, I do believe you are a doctor. And I'm an excellent conversationalist."
"True," he laughs. "Just as long as you don't spill wine all over me and yell at the waiter."
He looks at my puzzled face, shrugging. "Another Tinder disaster story."
"Seriously?" I gasp. "Right, you need to fill me in about this. You're not giving me much confidence for the dating apps."
Ian opens the door for me, waiting for me to enter the restaurant. "I'm hoping to delete the apps soon."
I step into the restaurant, nodding. "Me too."
The hostess looks up from the front stand, smiling at us warmly. "Good Evening. Do you have a reservation?"
Before I can speak, Ian steps over. "Hi, ma'am. We do. It should be under Watkins."
I'm impressed by his politeness to service industry staff — another measurement I like to keep track of.
"Right this way," she beckons, leading us to a table.
As we sit down, I look at the small cook top in the center of the table, my eyes shifting to the buffet-style serving stations around the room.
"Have you ever tried Korean BBQ before?" Ian asks, putting his keys and cell on the table.
I shake my head. "No. I'm intrigued though."
He lifts a lid next to the cooking station, broth boiling underneath. "You cook your meat either in here or on the cooktop. There's different kinds. It's going to change your life."
Laughing, my stomach rumbles as the smell of spice hits my senses. "I'm excited to try. Do we just head over to the stations?"
Ian nods, standing up and offering me his hand. I take it, smiling as he leads me over to the various meats, side dishes and condiments.
We each grab some dishes, collecting what we need, before heading back to the table. I watch as Ian goes first, putting strips of uncooked beef and pork into the broth. I follow suit, watching as it cooks beneath the surface.
"And now we wait," Ian says, grabbing some kimchi and shoveling it into his mouth.
"How long does it take?" I ask.
"Not long," he answers, clicking together his chopsticks.
By the time we exit the restaurant, I'm thoroughly in love — with Korean food, that is.
"That was amazing," I groan, rubbing my stomach. "I'm definitely coming back here."
Ian lingers on the sidewalk, watching me with a smile. "It's pretty great. What are your plans now?"
"I don't have any. What about you?"
He fidgets with his keys, and it takes me about five seconds to realize he's wanting to ask the question.
Shit. Do I go back to his house? Sex on a first date is no stranger to me now, but I'm still traumatized from last time. I don't get the same vibes from Ian, but then again, I'm not sure I feel the same connection either. Maybe there's no harm in trying. I might be pleasantly surprised.
Life is about risk taking.
"I could always come back to your house to watch a movie or something?" I suggest.
He looks relieved at being able to dodge the question. "A movie sounds good. Do you want to follow in your car?"
I nod. "Is it far from here?"
"Only a few minutes. I don't live far from the clinic either. Everything is central for me," he laughs.
We hop into our respective cars and while I follow him, I have a mini panic attack, questioning my decision.
It's fine I tell myself. We can always just watch a movie. There's no expectation or mention of sex. It's just the end of a date with two adults getting to know each other.
I pull up behind Ian's car as he stops in front of a small house, getting my shit together before stepping out of the car. He offers me his hand again, which I take, and follow him to the front door.
His keys jingle and when he pushes the door open, I peer into the darkness, waiting for secret monsters to emerge.
The lights flicker on and I find the shadows are nothing more than just that, and I take a deep breath, following him inside.
It's a tidy house for a bachelor, the cozy little dwelling reminding me of a flat. The open space living room and adjoining kitchen welcomes us as we step inside, and to the right, I spot his bedroom and bathroom. That's it — small, everything in sight.
"Feel free to put your bag down," he says, gesturing to a stand in the corner.
"Thank you," I mutter, hanging my bag up before standing awkwardly, waiting for instructions.
Ian holds his hand out toward the fridge. "Drink?"
"Uh, water please," I murmur, deciding it's best to avoid alcohol. He fetches a bottle from the fridge, handing it to me.
We stand facing each other, the water bottle forgotten as he looks down at me.
"So, movie… or bedroom?" he asks quietly.
There's no pressuring in his tone. I guess he's just trying to get a read on me and the best way to do that is plain old communication. I ponder the question, asking myself what do I want.
Let's be honest — we're adults. We were never intending to watch a movie. So, I pull my big girl boots up and tilt my head toward the bedroom.
Ian smiles, leading the way. I can feel my heart racing in my chest but surprisingly, I feel okay about it.
He closes the door behind us quietly, turning to face me.
"I suppose I should kiss you," he laughs. "If that's okay."
I nod. "It's okay with me."
Leaning down, he grabs the water bottle from my hand, placing it on a nightstand. When I have nothing left to hold onto, he leans down, kissing my lips softly.
I close my eyes, relishing in his soft touch, our lips moving at a slow pace. When our pace increases, his hands rest on my sides as he gets a little more bold.
Reaching out, I run my hands up his covered chest, my fingers feeling his hard muscles underneath. Immediately, I'm like putty in his hands — a sucker for the toned, animal-loving man.
Ian wraps his arms around me, lifting me up as he walks over to the bed, sitting me on the edge. Using his body, he pushes me backwards, my back hitting the mattress as our mouths meet again.
I grab his shirt, my fingers feeling his skin underneath. He stops briefly to remove the garment, revealing his physique to my blessed eyesight.
Wow. I have no idea why this man has doubts about himself. He is stunning.
I sit up as he reaches behind me to unzip my purple, flowy summer dress, the material sliding down my arms and catching on my elbow. Hands push me back, and I lift my hips as he pulls the dress from my body, letting it hit the floor.
"You're absolutely gorgeous," he breathes, kissing my neck.
"You're breathtaking," I reply, moaning softly as he moves down my neck to my chest. He kisses my breasts through my bra a few times before reaching behind me again to unclasp it. I arch my back to give him more room, freeing myself for him to see.
Ian cups my right breast, tenderly stroking my nipple with his thumb as his lips close over my other nipple. He sucks gently, pulling the pink peak into his mouth.
Kisses make their way down my stomach, hovering over my hip bone until he grabs the sides of my panties, sliding them down my legs. Lifting my hips, I kick them off, shuffling back up the bed to make room for him.
He stands up, taking his belt off, before unzipping his jeans and pushing them down. I'm surprised to find he's commando, his cock already hard and ready.
And Jesus fucking help me. He has the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life.
I'm fairly certain a weapon of that size should come with a warning — or at least a voucher for free yoga lessons in preparation.
I have a small internal panic attack, until he holds himself over me, kissing me. I get distracted thankfully, until his hand pushes my thighs apart so he can cup my pussy.
His fingers dance around my skin, finally sliding inside me. My body tenses up around him as I moan, and in reply, he growls softly.
"Fuck."
Pulling his fingers out, he puts his hand on my thigh, kissing my hip bone again.
"Don't move," he muses, reaching under the bed to retrieve a box of condoms.
Is he telling me not to run before he rearranges my organs? Because I have to admit, I'm a little concerned.
Ian pulls a condom on, rolling it down his shaft before climbing over me again. He holds himself up, his huge biceps surrounding my head as he reaches down, checking I'm ready for him.
As he lines his cock up, I suck in a breath, willing myself to relax for the LOVE OF FUCKING GOD.
Slowly, he enters, my body adjusting to him. I reach up, grabbing his biceps for support as he slowly fills me until he can't go any deeper.
"Are you okay?" he asks, stilling.
Well at least he has the decency to do a welfare check.
I nod, realizing that I'm overthinking it. He's big — but I'm not in pain. And as he starts to move slowly, pleasure builds, my body tightening around him as he rolls his hips into mine.
Ian kisses me, tongue pushing into my mouth as he fucks me slowly. I remain clinging to his biceps, nails firmly pressed into his skin, as our bodies meet.
I start to lift my hips, meeting him with each thrust. Pulling back from the kiss, Ian smiles down at me.
"Touch yourself for me."
With a shaky hand, I let go of my muscular life raft, hand sliding between our bodies until I find our mutual meeting place. My fingers brush against my clit, slowly rubbing it in circles, before dipping lower so I can feel his shaft as he slides into me.
A small growl gets caught in his throat, lips slamming into mine as he pushes in a little deeper.
Arms suddenly wrap around my back, and the ceiling is gone as I'm rolled over, now perched on top of him. I place my hands on his chest to steady myself while my head catches up, and I roll my hips, lifting my ass up as I slide up and down his length.
It's an overwhelming feeling — his cock buried deep at this angle, but I manage, pushing myself up as I use his chest as a guidance board.
Ian reaches down, thumb rubbing my clit for me while I focus on not toppling off the Eiffel Tower. It's a hard mission though, as suddenly, he thrusts his hips up, bouncing me in place.
I fall forward, resting my hands on either side of his head as he spears into me, hitting my g-spot. My arms shake as moans billow from my lips, and when they give out, our chests smash together.
He holds me snug against him, still thrusting, while our hips rub. The friction grinds against my clit, and I'm surprised to feel my orgasm approaching.
"Don't stop," I tell him, doing my best to communicate between breathy moans.
Keeping the same pace, a bundle of ecstasy suddenly rolls through me, my climax exploding as I scream out.
Suddenly, I'm on my back, the ceiling above me again as Ian holds one of my legs up, bending it toward my chest as he slams into me.
I'm still reeling from my orgasm, eyes not able to focus, when he groans deeply, pushing inside of me once more, before he stills, falling over the edge.
"Oh, my God," I mutter, blinking as I stare at the roof.
Ian laughs softly, head bent down as he leisurely eases himself out of me. "That was amazing."
He lands next to me on the mattress with a thud, the two of us breathing heavily.
"Yeah…" I agree. When I find a little burst of energy, I roll on my side to look at him. He does the same, facing me.
"So, good first proper date?" he grins.
I can't help but smile back, his cheeky attitude infectious.
"Hopefully I set the bar a little higher than your last dates," I retort.
He nods. "You definitely did. As long as you still agree that I'm a doctor."