“Yes, you fucking can,” he demands and drags his teeth over my clit as it throbs in time with the beat of my heart.
Stars light up behind my eyes, and the lightning crashing outside the open doors matches the storm brewing inside the gorgeous green eyes staring up at me.
He works me through my first orgasm as I squirm, trying to push him away when I can’t take anymore. “Jamie,” I pant. “It’s too much. I can’t...”
“One more, Ashton.”
Oh God.
“Give me one more.”
ASHTON
But darling, she craves the kind of raw intimacy two bodies could never have.
When she saysdeeper, make sure it’s your soul that listens.
—Ashton’s Secret Thoughts
“So fucking pretty when you come with my mouth on your cunt, Ashton. Now, baby, you’re going to come on my cock. Just like I’ve been fucking fantasizing for months.”
Oh. My. God.
My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, sex drunk and needy for more.
So much more.
“Jamie,” I moan and rake my nails through his hair, loving the groan rumbling deep in his chest as he drops one knee on the bed. His body hovers over mine, powerful and beautiful. Stackedmuscles under golden skin wrapped in delicious dark ink I want to lick and suck.
His eyes rake over my face, so damn possessive as his hands grip my hips. “Fucking beautiful, Ashton.”
His words wrap around me like a rough caress I crave, and I melt against him as he kisses the hollow of my throat. My neck. My lips. I feel him everywhere. And when he pulls back, I hold tighter, refusing to let go. “Where are you going, charmer?”
He drops another quick kiss to my lips, his dimple popping deep in his cheek. “To get a condom.”
“You can’t get me more pregnant.” I smile softly, and those eyes darken, all pretense of joking vanishing into the stormy air. This man looks like he’s holding on by a thread I’m about to thoroughly enjoy snapping. I run my nails down his neck and along the strong planes of his back. “Jamie...”
“Ashton—” He stills, and a muscle ticks tight in his jaw. One I press my lips to and kiss.
“I’m clean, Jamie. I get a physical twice a year, and you’re the only man I’ve been with in over eighteen months,” I admit as he settles, cradled between my thighs. My hands move further down his spine, and over his solid ass, wanting him closer. Needing him inside me. Just him. Nothing between us.
“I was tested before we were together in February, and you’re the last woman I’ve been with, Ace.” His face softens as he drops his forehead to mine. “Are you sure?”
I bend my knee, bringing him closer, and pant as my nails dig into his skin. “So fucking sure, Jamie.”
Jamie presses his lips to mine, swallowing my breath and my moan and maybe my soul as I wrap a hand around his enormous cock. My fingers barely fit around it as I grip and drag it through my soaked sex and, honest to God, tremble with anticipation. Like I’m not sure I’ll be walking tomorrow, but sweet baby Jesus, will it be worth the pain.
Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t get together in high school. I think if I’d started kissing Jamie Murphy back then, I may have never stopped or done anything else.Forget anything else. I probably would have been pregnant a month later, considering his super sperm that can jump tall buildings and leap through condoms. And damn, if that thought doesn’t bring a smile to my lips.
“I’m sure.” I nip at his mouth and drop my knees to the bed. “Now please fuck me...”
“I fucking love the way you sayplease, beautiful.” He pushes the head of his cock inside me, stretching me as he inches in the first tiny inch, and I suck in a breath with the first exquisite burn before he pulls out. And then does it again and again, each time pushing farther, harder, and stretching me more. Until I’m aching and trembling and so close to screaming, my throat should be raw.
When I open my mouth, deliciously calloused fingers wrap around my throat—silencing me. His thumb slides along my pulse point before cutting off my air the slightest, hottest bit. Leaving me completely at his mercy.
Not thinking.
Not worrying.
