“It’s okay,” he says. “We just have to remember why we’re doing this.”
I swallow. “Why is that again?”
Ash pulls his hand out of my cami to grip my hip instead. He moves his mouth to my neck, and I arch my head back to give him access as he begins to kiss and lick down my throat. Each spot he touches sends off fireworks in another part of my body.
“We’re just letting you get used to my touch, so we can sell the fake dating thing,” he says between kisses. “We don’t want to get too intense. I mean, you don’t really want me to fuck you in my parents’ house, right?”
Both my nipples and my pussy tighten at the suggestion. I must be hearing things because his tone sounds hopeful, like it wouldn’t take much to talk him into fucking me.
“It wouldn’t be right to pull open your thighs and climb between your legs,” he goes on hoarsely, his restraint seeming to fray. “To press my cock into your hot, wet little pussy. I know you’d feel amazing wrapped around my dick as I fucked you, baby, but I shouldn’t do that, right? Not here? Not now?”
His words send blood screaming through my body as I imagine him doing exactly as he says. His body moves gently against me, and I’m soaking wet as I finally find my voice.
“That would probably be…inappropriate,” I whisper. I’m trying to stay still, trying not to writhe in response to his own movement, but it’s nearly impossible.
“Completely inappropriate,” he agrees before nipping my neck, and I manage to stifle the moan that threatens.
Ash moves back up to my mouth and begins to kiss me again, but far from being gentle and teasing, his kisses are deep and intense.
He pulls back suddenly, and I force myself not to chase his mouth.
“Do you feel more comfortable with me touching you now?” he asks.
It takes a moment for me to recognize the sounds I hear as words, and once I do, I just want to tell him to shut up and keep kissing me. But I force myself to answer.
“Yes.”
“Maybeyoushould practice touchingmenow,” he says. His voice is full of gravel and a bit unsteady.
Ash takes my hand off his arm to guide it toward his stomach, and I shift so I’m on my side.
He presses my hand over his shirt, and I feel the firm washboard of his abs beneath. He lifts the hem so I touch bare skin, and I’m shocked at how smooth it is. I feel a patch of hair below his navel and a little above, and I move my hand up slowly, letting my fingers surf the swells of hisabdominal muscles. They feel especially taught, like he’s clenching them, and I move my hand higher until I reach his pecs.
My thumb brushes over one of his nipples, and he releases a long breath. The nipple is peaked, and I shift my hand toward his other pec, getting bolder in my exploration of his body.
I startle as Ash catches my hand, but he only moves it slowly back down his torso.
“You’re going the wrong way,” he whispers.
My fingers bounce over his abs again, but Ash doesn’t stop there. He pulls my hand past his navel until it rests over his groin through his pants.
My breath hitches to feel how big he is. How thick. How hard.
He doesn’t move again, his hand resting over mine over his cock, and I slowly wrap my fingers around his shaft, making him swear under his breath. I start to move my hand up and down his length through his pants, and he groans.
“Fuck, Gray,” he says, thrusting lightly against my palm. “No practice needed, baby. That feels so good.”
I swallow again. My mouth now has an abundance of saliva.
“Do you…want me to…?” I leave the offer open.
Ash groans again, but he goes still a second later and exhales. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing. I just…I’ll be right back,” he says as he gets out of bed and heads out the door, I assume toward the bathroom.
I sit up and wrap my arms around my knees as I wait for him to return. It’s a few minutes before he comes back, and it’s not hard to guess what he’s been doing. If I knew how much time I had, I would’ve taken care of a few things myself, and now I’m envious of the relief I’m sure Ash feels.
