He boosts me up onto the marble counter and moves between my thighs. His warm tongue teases my sensitive nipple, and a bolt of electricity sparks to life.God, yes.I tug at his hair and moan as he teases and tugs and scrapes my nipple with his teeth and tongue.
“I need you,” I whisper as I lift my hips and rock into his hand. “I need your cock. I need you now.”
“Can you be quiet, beautiful? We’ve got a house full of people.”
Challenge accepted.
I nod and lick my lips as my eyes slide closed.
“Not a chance, Ashton. Eyes on me. Watch me fuck this greedy cunt.”
Fuck, yes.
I love his filthy mouth.
“Yes, please,” I plead as he shoves down his jeans and fills me with his cock in one beautifully hard, deliciously demanding thrust.
We both moan as baby giggles float by the pantry door, and Jamie tenses.
This door doesn’t lock.
And there’s something so incredibly hot about the tight clench in his jaw, I ignore the fact that we could be caught at any moment.
“Ashton,” he growls, and I swear I get hotter.
I love knowing I do that to him, that even now, we still want each other this badly.
Jamie’s cock hangs heavy between my thighs, and I grind down, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, letting him take all my weight.
“Guess we better be quieter...” I tease, and white-hot heat flares back at me in those green eyes I love so much.
Slowly... Silently... Jamie steps away from the counter, and my legs wrap around his waist.
His lips press to mine. “Fuck, Ace.”
He slides all the way inside, filling me completely and hitting an entirely new angle, andoh my fucking God.
His hand covers my mouth, and I suck his fingers between my lips as he fucks me so slowly. Achingly slowly. My entire body on fire.
I cling to him, my nails digging into those massive shoulders that hold me so safe.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe out on a nearly silent whisper, pleading against his lips.
“So fucking pretty, Ace,” he growls in my ear. “And all fucking mine.”
He cradles the back of my head in his hand as he presses me against the wall, worshipping my mouth.
My orgasm gains speed as he pushes me harder. Higher. Faster.
Until there’s nowhere left to go and nothing left to do but shatter into a million beautiful pieces. Swallowing my silent pleas as he fucks me through my orgasm. Never missing a beat. Never making a sound. Filling me over and over until he finally comes, holding me so tightly, I swear to God he’s all I see or feel or taste or see.
“Fuck, Ashton. So goddamn beautiful when you come for me,” he murmurs, lowering me to the floor as he fixes my clothes.
We listen for voices once we’re both presentable, feeling like naughty teenagers, and I have the sudden thought—would this have been us if we’d have gotten together back then?
But before I can think on it, the door opens, and I hide my face as Aiden walks in. He looks between the two of us for a moment, then grimaces as his cheeks flush a crimson red. “I was just...” He looks between us again with terror filling his emerald eyes. “Your mother wanted me to...”
“Dad,” Jamie starts.
