“Chase just broke up with his girlfriend. I’m sure he’d be excited to get back in the sack for rebound sex,” I say.
“You’re not fucking Chase Lancaster,” Ashton growls at me.
“If he’s not interested, there’s Liam, your other roommate,” I say. “I hear he’s into friends-with-benefits, and I could really use a friend right now.”
Ashton throws his arms into the air.
“For fuck’s sake, Nova, I am your friend!” He leaps off the bed and blocks me from leaving. He grabs my arm, spinning me around. “If you want me to fuck you, just say so.”
“I’ve been saying that!” I shout at him, and his mouth is on me, hard, fast, furious.
It’s rough and exhilarating.
He claws at my Narwhals jersey and yanks it forcefully over my head. He tosses it across the room and lifts me into his arms.
My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the bed and lays me down against the mattress.
His mouth is on me, and as he kisses a path down my neck, over that sensitive bit of flesh; he nips it and I moan.
Ashton chuckles, and his hands work my pants down. “Lift your hips,” he mumbles against my neck, helping me out of my clothes as he kisses his way down my body.
Clad in panties and a bra, I scoot back on the mattress while Ashton quickly disrobes, leaving absolutely nothing on.
My eyes don’t seem to leave his cock, admiring the sight of it.
“First time seeing one in the flesh?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.
“I’ve done stuff with my high school boyfriend,” I say.
“You broke up with him last year?” Ashton asks, clearly remembering me telling him about it.
“Yes.”
Ashton’s kisses are soft and warm, peppering his way across my chest, focusing on my breasts. “Tell me what you liked and what you didn’t.”
“Oral,” I say as he kisses my bra straps down and then unfastens the clasp, removing me of the undergarment.
“Love it or hate it?” Ashton asks. His mouth moves across my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple, and I arch into him.
Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Can’t say the same for that high school ex.
“Didn’t particularly love it,” I confess. “Just felt really wet and odd.”
Ashton’s lips move across my stomach and to my navel. My stomach flutters as he drops soft butterfly kisses across my skin and his fingers hook into my panties, sliding them down my thighs.
“Would you be willing to try it again? Or is it a hard no?” Ashton asks.
“Once,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him. “But you don’t have to—I thought we were having sex.”
He smiles and lifts my hips, guiding my legs over his shoulders. “Baby, we are. I’m just getting started.”
My pulse quickens as his breath tickles and nuzzles my pussy, the anticipation a sweet type of agony that I can’t say I’ve ever felt.
It might also be his confidence, making me a bit more comfortable.
Ashton kisses and licks my folds, using his tongue to fuck me while he slowly guides his ministrations up along my clit. But he doesn’t touch it. He goes everywhere the fuck around it with his tongue, swirling and making a pattern as he taps and licks, sucks and grazes the one spot that craves contact.
My hands bunch at the bedsheets, tangling between my fingers, clenching as he caresses that sweet perfect spot and works me into a tizzy.
