“Shit, Gray. You’re so fucking wet,” he says against my ear. “Open your legs wider for me, baby.”
I obey automatically, then moan again as he pushes a second finger into me. My body shudders, and Ash pulls me back tighter against him.
“Good girl,” he purrs, and my pussy clenches around his fingers.
He must feel it because he groans. “Oh fuck, baby. Do you have a praise kink?” he asks, and there’s an eagerness in his voice.
I shake my head.
“Don’t lie to me,” he says. “Your pussy just clamped me like a finger trap. Now tell me the truth. Do you like to be praised?”
“I…I don’t know,” I say honestly. I can’t remember ever being called a "good girl" before, and while I feel like I should find it demeaning, I can’t deny my body’s reaction to the words.
He chuckles softly. “Oh, we’re going to find out then, baby girl.”
Ash pushes his fingers deeper inside me and curls them as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I let out a cry and thrust my ass back against him on instinct. The hard ridge of his cock presses against my tailbone.
“Mmm, is that the spot, baby?” he says in my ear. “Are you going tocome for me?”
I bite my lip instead of answering, but Ash only moves his hand faster as his thumb rounds my clit. It’s been too long since a man touched me like this, and my body is a live wire. Every thrust of Ash’s fingers sends electricity through me that I feel from the roots of my hair to my toenails.
“Fuck!” I yell as he presses down on my clit and my body jolts.
Ash’s other hand moves up to cover my mouth, and he shushes softly into my ear. “Quiet now. We don’t want anyone to interrupt us, do we?”
He thrusts his fingers harder as his thumb continues to work my clit, and it’s all I can do to stay on my feet. I whimper against his hand, but he doesn’t let up.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, and we both feel my pussy clench around his fingers. He chuckles again. “Oh yeah. You’ve got a praise kink. I’m going to fucking enjoy this. Now come all over my fingers. I want you dripping down them when I’m done.”
My eyes roll back in my head as Ash works his hand between my legs, and I can’t stay still to save my life. I buck against him, and he tightens his hold on me again as he pins my head to his chest with his hand still over my mouth. I can’t keep my hands on the wall any longer. Instead, I grab Ash’s forearms and hold on as hard as I can. His muscles are like steel, and the hardness of his body against mine only drives me wilder.
“Come for me, Gray,” Ash says, his voice graveled. “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”
The last "good girl" does the trick, and I scream into Ash’s palm as my climax rocks through me. It’s an entire-body experience that sends shivers across my skin, and my reaction is so extreme I’m embarrassed. Ash must think I’m starved for sex by how hard I come on just his fingers.
Well, Iamstarved for it, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Fuck, baby,” he says. “I felt that orgasm in my balls.”
He pulls his fingers out of me, and I force myself not to whimper at the feeling of emptiness. He holds his hand up in front of my face, and his first two fingers glisten with my slickness.
“Look what you did to my hand, you dirty girl,” he says.
Ash slowly pulls his other hand away from my mouth, even as he lifts the slick hand to his own. I sense rather than see him suck on the digits as I continue to pant wildly against him.
“You taste so good,” he says against my hair. “I can’t wait to get my tongue into that sweet pussy.”
“What?” I manage to ask.
Ash doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns me around so my back is to the wall again. He presses his body against me, and his cock pushes into my stomach. It occurs to me that I should offer to reciprocate, but before I can get the words out, the door swings open.
“You think you need a bigger size?” Jack, the equipment manager, asks as he walks in, followed by Fig.
Ash and I break apart, and Jack and Fig stop short as they catch sight of us. Ash shunts me behind him as he steps in front of me, and I remember my pants are still undone. I hurry to rezip and button them as Jack and Fig stare at us.
“Hey Gunny, whatcha doing in here with the doc?” Fig asks, grinning.
“Showing her the equipment room,” Ash answers. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
