ALLIE
Our mouths fuse together,tongues probing and exploring as he tangles his fingers in my hair. We’re a mess of hands, lips, and teeth as we crash through the front door of Ashton’s house and he walks me back against the wall in the entryway. When I almost trip on his briefcase by the door, he kicks it to the side, papers flying out in the process. The decision to ditch dinner was an unspoken one we both made the second I pressed my lips against his in the pool house. I’m not sure how we got through the ride home without fucking in the car. We did make out the entire way, and he felt me up, but he insisted on getting me into his bed before going further.
I kissed him. I went against the most important rule I set out for myself. We’ve kissed before, but every time we did, it ended with one of us walking out. Fucking is one thing. Using one another’s body for pleasure doesn’t have to involve feelings. I would know.
Kissing is intimate, though, and clearly, neither of us could handle the feelings it brought up in the past. But somewhere along the line, sex with Ashton got mixed up with all the emotions I hadburied away. When I looked up at him from my knees in the pool house, knowing I was the one to bring him that much pleasure, it didn’t seem like a choice anymore. I had to kiss him. I can blame it on the sexy way he picked that lock or how he knew the words I needed to hear and said them without judgment. Really, I know it was because, in that moment, I needed the intimacy I had always feared. I can’t explain it any more than I can explain why I let him comfort me that night at the beach. It just felt right.
And now? Well, you can’t just put the genie back in the bottle.
Ashton lifts me up against the wall and my legs wrap around his waist. Then he slowly backs up, bringing me to the staircase. He starts his ascent, never taking his lips off mine. When we’re almost to the top, he trips on something and my ass falls onto the step as he comes down hard on top of me.
He laughs and I pull him closer. “Just fuck me here, Ash. I can’t wait anymore.”
He chuckles again, moving a strand of hair from my face. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you in a bed.”
Thinking for a minute, I push him up and he moves back so he’s no longer on top of me. “Okay, fine,” I say, standing up and crossing my arms. I can only imagine what I look like. Dress crinkled, makeup smeared, hair knotted. I continue up the remainder of the steps, a sly smile playing across my face. “But you’re gonna have to catch me first.” Then I rush up the rest of the way and run down the hallway.
I hear a low growl and footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor. My heart races as I disappear into one of the guest rooms. I hear him enter seconds later, the slow, deliberate click of his shoes growing closer to where I’m hiding behind the sheer floor-length curtains. His footfalls seem to retreat, maybe heading toward the ensuite bathroom, and my shoulders relax. Even when you want to get caught, your brain still sends signals ofdanger and safety. It’s a natural instinct to protect yourself from predators.
I take a deep breath and open the curtains a smidge, ready to plan my next move, only to be met with dark amber eyes staring back at me. Ashton rips the curtains open, and I squeal when he bends down, grabbing my waist and hoisting me over his shoulder.
“Just remember, you wanted to play this game,” he taunts, slapping my ass to drive his point home. I giggle and squeal while half-heartedly kicking my legs.
When we get to his bedroom, he delicately places me on the bed. No matter what games we play or how dirty his words are, his true gentle nature always shines through. He’ll give me the rough edges he keeps hidden from the world because that’s what I crave, but he won’t hurt me. He’s nothing like the men I grew up with. Or the one I grew up without.
“What should I do with you now, Chaos?” he pants, still out of breath from the chase, as he straddles my hips, pinning me to the bed.
“Whatever you want,” I reply. We’re both still fully clothed, shoes and all. He stands up to rectify that, getting fully naked within seconds. His hard cock stands at attention as he turns back to me, reaching behind my neck to untie the sash holding my dress up. Then he pulls it down my body, throwing it to the side. I’m left in nothing but my thong and heels. He brings his hands down, covering both breasts and kneading them before he places a quick kiss on each nipple. Then he hooks his thumbs on either side of my underwear and slowly slides them down, slipping each shoe through the holes. He brings them up to his nose and inhales before throwing them onto the floor with my dress and the rest of his clothes. I gently press my foot on his chest, silently asking him to take my shoe off, but he shakes his head.
“I want them on,” he says simply.
Then he swipes a finger down my pussy, probably to check ifI’m wet. Satisfied, he lines his cock up and slowly presses in. We both let out a sigh of relief when he bottoms out. He pulls all the way out and slams back in, making my back arch as a whimper falls from my lips. He does it again and I cry out. With each thrust, he gets even deeper and I scream with every snap of his hips.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps. “You feel so good.”
“D-don’t stop,” I beg. Between all the teasing and the chase, I’m so close already. I can feel the heat pooling low in my belly as tingles shoot up my spine. Ashton must sense that I’m about to fall apart because he puts his hand between us and starts rubbing my clit as his movements grow faster.
I tip my head back, my eyes falling closed, as I wait for the inevitable fall. This time feels different from all the rest. Maybe because of the kissing or maybe because I’ve been wound up so tight all evening. Before I can think too much about it, a smooth hand cups the back of my neck, tilting my head up. “Open your eyes, Allie.”
“I can’t,” I sob. “It’s too much.”
“What is?”
“All of it.”
I don’t have a problem with eye contact in general, but something about the way Ashton is fucking me, frenzied and wild, makes it feel like my soul is on fire. I want to hide from him, so he can’t see how he’s filling every single one of my cracks. I’m so far past vulnerable.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks, slowing down.
“No!” I yell. “Please.”
“Then you’re going to come for me, Allie, and you’re going to look me in the eye when you do it.”
I force my eyes open and train them on his. He gently nods his head in approval. Then he lifts one of my legs over his neck so he can get even deeper. Two more thrusts and I’m screaming his name, the heel of my shoe digging into his back so hard thatit will most likely leave a mark. He follows right after, his cock pulsing inside me.
Ashton slides out, rolling onto his back, still panting as his cum drips down my thighs. We haven’t used a condom since that first night in my office, and I’ve secretly grown to love knowing that he’s the only man who has ever come inside me. After a beat, he gets up and goes into the bathroom, returning with a damp towel. He cleans me up like he does every time. Then he jumps back into bed next to me, and I lean into him, putting my head on his chest.
He rubs circles on my ribs over my rose tattoo. “You never told me about this one.” He taps the stem over one of the thorns sticking out from it.
