She pulls back and drops her forehead to mine as I press her back against the wall for leverage. “You make me feel beautiful, Jamie.”
Her frenzied hands reach between us and unbuckle my belt, shoving at my jeans.
“Ashton...” I warn. “I’m trying to be a good man here. I’m trying to take this slow. But you’re making it really fucking hard.”
She presses her lips to my chest, then pushes me back, shimmying down until her feet hit the carpet. Dropping to her knees, she drags my zipper down with her. “That was the goal, handsome.” Her tongue darts out, licking her lips, and she presses a kiss to the tip of my cock poking up above the waistband of my boxers. “Now shut up and let me taste you.”
God, I fucking love her sass. “Then be a good girl, Ace. Take my cock out and put it in your mouth.”
I gather her soft hair in my hands as Ashton’s teeth press into her bottom lip, her long dark lashes fluttering up at me, and I nearly come in my fucking pants. “Jesus, Ashton, you look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”
Color pinks her porcelain cheeks as she tugs my black boxer briefs down my legs and tries to wrap her fist around my cock, smiling.
Goddamn.
She drags her tongue up my shaft. A heady moan slipping past her pouty lips as she swirls her tongue over the tip, lapping at the precum already there.
My spine tightens as those pretty pink lips wrap around my dick, and tears spring to her eyes. This woman... on her knees,working her mouth and tongue and hands up and down my cock... She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck...” I growl as my dick slides down the back of her throat, and Ashton wraps a hand around my ass, her nails digging in as she takes me even deeper.
A bolt of pleasure pulls tight at the base of my spine, and I hold tight to my restraint.
She’s utterly intoxicating.
But this isn’t how I’m coming. Not yet.
Ashton first.
Always.
And when she slides a hand between her thighs and shifts, like she’s going to help herself get there before I can do it for her, the thread of control I’ve been clinging to snaps. “Not a fucking chance, Ace.”
“What?” she cries out, so goddamn greedy as I lift her from her knees and lick into her mouth.
“You come when I say you come, beautiful. Your orgasms belong to me.”
Ashton
Iwrap my legs around his waist, teetering on the edge of sanity and madness, need fueling me as I fight to catch my breath.
I want to snap back at Jamie. To argue. To yell at him that no one tells me what to do. That my orgasms belong to me and no one else. But the truth is... I want him to take control. I want to let go and trust that he’ll catch me.
I want to give up control...to trust him.
Anticipation swirls inside me as Jamie’s hands slide up the backs of my thighs, sending shockwaves through my core. The rough pads of his calloused fingers dig into my ass, dragging me closer and driving me higher.
Andoh God, I want more.
I shudder as he tugs my sweater off and presses his hot mouth to my shoulder, licking and sucking, before my cami is pulled over my head and added to the growing pile of clothes at our feet next. Andholy hell, the sound this man makes as he drinks me in is everything.
My nipples peak and strain, as I preen under his heavy gaze.
“So fucking beautiful.” The raw hunger in his voice is my undoing.
With what I hope is a sexy smile, I slide my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pull them down my legs, kicking them aside and leaving me in nothing but a pair of white silk panties held together by tiny black bows at each hip.
My skin chills as the cool air whips in, and the sounds of the first fat drops of rain hitting the roof strike a sultry beat. One I won’t forget any time soon.
