My body aches like it never has before, experiencing a pulsating heat that is most definitely unnatural. My nipples are so peaked they hurt, and my clit throbs in time to my heartbeat. Pressing my thighs together, I try to ease the ache, but it has no effect. Sobbing, I mindlessly claw at my bodysuit, listening to myself beg Ashton to help me. He pulls my hands away and pushes them above my head.
“I’ll help, but you need to keep your hands to yourself,” I hear him tell me, and I quickly sob out my agreement. “God, I hope you don’t hate me in the morning.” That’s the last thing I consciously understand before I’m too far gone to care.
His fingers flick open the clasps of my bodysuit, and it slides back up my body. He pulls down my thong, and just the sensation of his finger running over my mound has me crying out. Spreading my legs, he slides them over his shoulders and flicks his tongue over my clit. My orgasm explodes out of me, my body going tight with the convulsions, my scream echoing around the limo.
“Is everything okay back there?” a voice sounds out, but I don’t care. I’m too busy panting from the exquisite sensations rolling through my body.
“It’s fine,” Ash replies through gritted teeth.
“More,” I beg, reaching for his hair. Although the orgasm helped, it didn’t even take the edge off. I’m right back where I was, aching and desperate.
“Fuck, I’m going to hell.” His voice is low, and his stubble tickles my waxed pussy lips. Swiping his fingers through my release, he slides them deep into my channel before latching his mouth back around my clit. Sucking and fucking with his fingers, he draws orgasm after orgasm out of me until I’m hoarse and breathless and exhausted. I don’t know how long it takes since the car stopped a while ago, and I lost track of time not long after the second orgasm.
“Stop, I can’t take any more,” I rasp, pushing his mouth away, and he draws back, sliding his fingers out of my punished pussy and wiping his mouth on his shirt.
“Thank fuck.” When I look down at him, he’s frowning, his mouth turned down with worry. “Let’s get you covered and up to your room. We both need a shower before the doctor arrives.” He fiddles with a couple of buttons on his shirt before pulling it over his head and sliding it over my bodysuit, so I won’t flash the driver when we get out of the limo. We both look like a mess, me with no pants and him with no top, but our drivers are paid very well for their discretion.
He opens the door and slides out before reaching over and pulling me into his arms. Before I know it, we’re in the private elevator. When we get to my door, he somehow manages to get my keycard and maneuver it through the reader without ever letting me go.
I share this suite with Hope, but thankfully, she’s not here tonight. Without interruption or interference, he carries me in the direction of my bedroom and straight through it to my ensuite.
Carefully, he lowers me onto the closed toilet, helping me sit. My body is a quivering mess, partly from the drugs and partly from the unending, mind-blowing orgasms he gave me.
“Okay?” he asks before letting me go. I nod, staring down at my hands, too embarrassed to look at him.
He lets go to open the glass door to the shower and turn it on. The bathroom fills with steam as he waits for it to get to a good temperature. “Okay, hands up,” he orders, and I follow his instructions, still not looking at him. He strips his shirt off of me before doing the same thing to my bodysuit. I hunch in on myself, trying to cover my boobs with my hair and my pussy with my hands, but he snorts. “I think we’re past all of that, don’t you?”
He toes off his shoes and rids himself of his jeans, leaving him in a tight pair of black briefs that are straining at the seams with his undeniably large erection. He bends down and helps me up, supporting me into the shower. I gasp when the hot water rains down on my still oversensitive skin, the sensation almost painful, but Ash pulls me into him so we’re skin to skin. With a little encouragement, I rest my head against his chest while he starts rubbing his hands up and down my back.
We stand there in silence as the tears stream down my face, the evidence being washed away with the shower. My body starts to shudder as my sobbing grows harder.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” Ash croons, his English accent gentle and soothing. We just stand there until I’ve run the gauntlet of emotions—scared, embarrassed, then finally angry.So fucking angry.Having no outlet for that right now, I let my mind drift, completely exhausted from it all.
Finally, I shift against him, needing to put some space between us, but he won’t let me go, so I heave out a sigh and stay where I am. I didn’t really want to move. There was just some weird part of me that thought I should, like that was the reaction I was supposed to have, but there’s no part of me that truly wants that distance between us. I register something tickling my face, so I rub my cheek back and forth across his pec.
“Do you shave your chest?” I ask, unable to hide the amusement in my voice.
“I wax, actually,” he grumbles a little defensively. “My father was a hairy beast, and I inherited it. I hate it, so I got rid of it.”
“Huh.” We’re silent for a moment longer. “Laser is a better option,” I suggest, and he chuckles.
“Is that what you did to your pussy?” I pull away to glare at him. He holds his hands up in defense, laughing, before gesturing for me to sit down on the built-in seat, which is not a bad idea because I’m still not super stable.
“Come on. After what we just went through, I think we’re good enough friends that we can talk about those kinds of things.” He winks and reaches for the soap and a sponge before lathering it up and starting to wash my body.
Another wave of embarrassment hits me, and I duck my head, but he grabs me by the chin and lifts it. “No. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. None of this was your fault. If anything, it was all mine. I took the drinks he offered without thinking twice. And please don’t be embarrassed about any of the rest of it. I was totally up for what we did. I hated the fact that it was nonconsensual. You had the choice taken out of your hands, and for that I hope you forgive me.”
He sounds so sincere, and there’s a crease of worry between his eyebrows. “While I hate how it happened, I can’t thank you enough for helping me. It was unbearable. Not having control of my actions was scary, and I never want to be like that again.”
“It probably didn’t help that it was quite a cocktail of drugs streaming through your system. We’re going to blame them all on him by the way.” He finishes washing my body and hands me the showerhead to rinse off, keeping a close eye on me while he washes himself to make sure I don’t fall. “Come on. Riku will be back soon, and the doctor should be arriving as well.” He climbs out and wraps a towel around his waist before grabbing another huge one that he wraps around me. Once more, he picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bedroom, sitting me on my bed.
He digs around in my drawers, finding the big shirt I’d stolen from Shane, then he slides it over me before helping me into some panties.
“Turn around. I’ll dry your hair,” he says, gesturing for me to move.
Bemused and exhausted, I do as he asks. He uses the towel to rub the dampness out of my long locks before disappearing back into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s got a comb in one hand and my leave-in conditioner in the other. Sitting down behind me, he applies some of the cream to my hair before combing out the knots, braiding it, and securing it with a band at the bottom.
“Scoot down.”
