“Do what?” I ask innocently, mocking her as I slide my pants and underwear down just under my ass.
“You said one more…”
She trails off. “What?” I ask again, and because I suddenly have the confidence of Denzel Washington inTraining Day,I add, “What do you need, baby?”
“You,” she says simply. “I need you.”
That’s all it takes for my heart to leap out of my chest, walk over to her, and rest at her feet. Of course, that’s also when it dawns on me that I don’t have a condom. She doesn’t have anything. I carried her in here with nothing but the clothes on her back.
“Allie, trust me, that was the plan, but I don’t?—”
“I’m on the pill,” she says quickly. “And I—it’s been a while. Like awhile.Other than last night, of course. I’m okay with it if you are.”
“Me too,” I admit. “Other than last night.”
The truth is I haven’t even touched another woman since before that night on the beach after the gala.
“Are you sure?” I check.
“I’m sure.”
I don’t bother taking my pants the rest of the way down, lining myself up with her opening and slowly pressing in, watching as her pussy adjusts to my size. She lets out a gasp.Doesn’t feel so micro now, does it?I overheard her conversation in the office bathroom when she first started working at the paper. It made me laugh, but it also made hope soar in my chest. What if she was saying that not just to embarrass me, but because she didn’t want another woman asking me out? She also seemed angry about Cara coming to my office this past week.
I push further in and she moans a curse. As soon as I’m fully seated, I let out a sigh of relief. Being inside her with nothing between us is euphoric in a way I’ve never experienced. It makes me both envious and sorry for the man I was seconds ago. Envious because he will get to experience it for the first time and sorry because he doesn’t know what pure bliss feels like yet.
“Ashton, you have to move,” she pleads.
I start thrusting slowly, every movement making the bench squeak and scrape against the wall. She whimpers, and I increase my movements, fucking her into the wood panel behind the bench. It doesn’t take much for me to get close. I’ve been hard as granite this whole time, watching Allie come over and over again on my hand and face. Knowing I won’t last much longer, I reach down and rub figure eights on her clit with my thumb in the way I know drives her crazy.
“Fuck, Ash,” she calls out, and I almost come right then from hearing my nickname on her lips.
She called me Ash.
“C’mon, Allie,” I rasp. “Give me one more.”
And for the fifth time tonight, she does just that, tipping her head back as her body tightens and she convulses around me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise. I follow right after, spilling into her as she continues to spasm around me.
We stay still for a moment, our breathing evening out as we come down. Then I slip out of her and pull up my pants, tucking myself back in. I look down at the mess I’ve made of her and glance around the shed for something to clean her up.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, reading my mind. She looks at the floor and spots her panties bunched up in the corner. She starts to get dressed while I watch in utter amazement.She’s going to walk out of here with my cum dripping out of her. How the hell did I let her walk away last time?
When we’re both somewhat back to normal, I pick up all the tennis balls, place them back in the basket, and put it back on the shelf. Turning back around, I notice an expression on her face I can’t quite read.
“Allie,” I start, but she quiets me with a hand on my face.
“I’m attracted to you, Ashton. Trust me, it pains me to admit it, but it’s the truth. We’re sexually compatible. There’s no denying that.” She moves her hand down to her side, flicking a speck of dust from her leggings. “Ifthis becomes a thing, are you going to be okay with it just being physical?”
There it is. She’s drawing a line in the sand. She’s willing to have a physical relationship with me, but that’s it.
“Yes,” I say.Lie.
“I don’t do relationships.”
“I don’t need a label.”Another lie.
“Are you sure you’re not going to want more because the other day you said?—”
“I’m sure.” The lies taste bitter on my tongue, but I swallow them down one by one.
