I arch an eyebrow as if to ask if he really wants me to answer or if it’s another test.
“You can talk now,” he clarifies.
“I feel—” My own voice feels strange as it filters into the room. “Incredible,” I finish because there’s no point in lying. The man just detonated a bomb inside of me.
“See, Allie.That’scontrol. No ties, no gags, no blindfolds. Just my words. That’s all you need to obey me.”
Heat rushes to my aching core as if I didn’t just come all over his face.
“I made you come on command,” he continues, almost like he’s convincing himself that what just happened was real.
“You did,” I admit.
He tips his lips up and leans back over, grazing my clit with his tongue again.
“Wait, what are you?—”
He looks up. “You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
“Yes? No? I don’t know, but I need a second.”
“Like apianobreak?” he taunts.
“No, definitely not that.”
“Okay then.” He goes back to his task and not five minutes later, I’m coming again, but this time he lets me scream, encouragesit even. I don’t care that there might be people right outside the door or that it’s been an hour since anyone has heard from us; I scream and thrash until my body goes limp.
And when it finally does, Ashton leans back again, wiping his mouth with his hand, pure fire spilling out from behind his irises.
“That’s two.”
20
ASHTON
Allie’sheavy-lidded eyes blink down at me, her chest heaving. She’s coming down again. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wasn’t done with her. As hard and painful as my cock is, straining against these stupid baseball pants, I ignore it. I’ve become addicted to watching her orgasm, and I can’t seem to stop. Four times, I’ve made her come on my tongue and fingers.
I told her I’m not interested in denying her. No, the exact opposite. I want to make her fall apart over and over again.
It’s working, though. She’s calmed down since I first carried her in here. Her anger wasn’t unwarranted. Brittany was making bullshit calls all night, but only when it was Allie on the mound. What she doesn’t know is that it had nothing to do with her. No, I’m pretty sure it had everything to do with the fact that I slept with Brittany one drunken night over a year ago, and then turned her down when she asked me on a date. I could tell she recognized me right away, and then made it her mission for us to lose. In my defense, I was upfront with her from the beginning. It was a casual hook-up, and she agreed at the time. I guess she had a change of heart. Allie doesn’t need to know all that, though. All she needs to know is that if someone hurts her, I’ll make it better.
“Ashton,” she pants as I part her freshly closed legs for the fifth time. “I can’t.”
“One more,” I tell her gently. “I want you to come on my cock this time.”
She lifts her head, and God, this woman looks like every wet dream I’ve ever had was fed into a computer algorithm and this is the result it spit out. Her shirt is shoved up to her neck, exposing her breasts, her rose-colored nipples slightly reddened from when I’d pinched and twisted them. Her tangled hair matches mine, messy and finger-raked. I let her move her hands from the bench after the first time. She vacillated between pulling at my hair and her own. Then there’s her pussy. Pink and swollen and drenched with her arousal. Her cheeks are flushed crimson and her lips have faint bite marks from where her teeth sank into them. She looks well and truly fucked, and I haven’t even gotten inside her yet.
“Ashton,” she whines.
“Yeah, baby?”
Shit.Shit.
That just slipped out.
“Do it,” she says.
She didn’t notice.
