Ash closes a hand over my breast and flicks the nipple with his thumb, which makes my eyes roll back in my head. He keeps moving, and now I’m starting to see stars.
“I was thinking,” Ash says, “that you’re mine now, and I want that motherfucker to know it.”
A flutter works its way all the way down my spine and into my toes.
Ash looks down at me and something in his gaze turns feral. “And now I wantyouto know it too.”
He picks up his pace again as he drives into me, and if I thought I saw stars before, I see whole galaxies now. Ash still holds my hands over my head, and I buck beneath him as I can’t contain my ecstasy anymore.
“Fuck, Gray,” he breathes into my ear. “You’re gonna make me come, but I need you to come first.”
He moves the hand not holding my wrists down between us to find my clit, and I cry out as he begins to rub it in time with his thrusting. It’s like hitting the accelerator, and several seconds later, I pull a Thelma andLouise over the cliff of my orgasm. I scream, and Ash’s mouth covers mine as if he’s trying to consume my pleasure.
My body jerks and shudders as he continues to massage my clit, and aftershocks rack me as my pussy clamps around him. Ash grunts loudly, driving into me several more times until he seats himself fully, and I feel the pulse of his cock as he comes.
“Fuck, Gray!” he says against my lips as his own body shudders, and he eases down on top of me. “Just…holy fuck.”
I’m pinned to the couch, his solid weight holding me in place so there’s no hope of moving.
I don’t give a damn. I don’t ever want to move again, and I’m honestly not sure I can, so really the safest thing to do is lie here.
I’m settling in for a long winter of keeping this man’s cock warm when Ash pulls out and lifts himself off me. My body sighs in disappointment.
Ash stands and walks naked across the living room and into the kitchen. He pulls off the condom and drops it in the trash before he strolls back to me, cock bobbing.
I sit up and finally pull my hands free from my sweater. I turn it right-side out again and start to put my bra back on since I assume we’re done with the movie and it’s time to go.
Ash snatches the bra out of my hand.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I stare at him. “Getting dressed?”
“Why? So I have to undress you again when the movie is over?”
He has his own boxer briefs in his hand, and he pulls them back on before flopping down next to me on the couch.
I continue to stare at him. “I just thought…”
“You thought I was going to fuck you and kick you out?” he supplies.
“I…didn’t want to overstay my welcome,” I say weakly. “I didn’t know if…um, I mean…Am I supposed to sign something?”
Ash blinks at me. “Sign something? Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like a consent form or an NDA?”
“Consent forms and NDAs are for one-night stands. You’re my girlfriend.”
“Fake girlfriend,” I correct.
His face darkens, and I yelp as he grabs me by the waist and hauls me across him so I’m straddling his lap, still naked. His hand wraps around the back of my neck so I have to look at him.
“There was nothing fake about what we just did, Gray,” he says, “and there won’t be anything fake about what I’m going to do to you when this movie is over.” He grimaces. “Christ, I normally need a good twenty to thirty minutes to recover, but I’m almost ready to go again.”
Ash reaches forward and grabs his shirt off the table where he tossed it. He gathers it up and slips it over my head, then helps me thread my hands through the sleeves. I’m swimming in it, but the henley smells like whatever cologne or deodorant he wears, and I vow to never take it off.
“I want you to listen to me carefully,” he says as he takes my face in his hands. “This may have started out as a fake relationship, but it’s real now. Look at me and tell me it’s not real for you.”
