She kissed the tip of his nose. “There’s more to sex than an orgasm. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to take what you need.” She smiled at him. “Fuck me, Ash. You can still make me yours.”
He laughed and pulled her into position until her pussy hovered over his cock. “Someday, Skye Summers, you will be mine, all of you.”
She laughed. “Someday…”Probably never. She lowered herself onto his shaft, enjoying the sensation of him filling her with each excruciating inch. “Fuck me like a rock star.”
He kissed her and thrust upward. “With pleasure.”
Chapter Seventeen
Skye woketo fogged windows and dawn breaking over a farmer’s field, slowly giving way to a day bright with potential. Frost dusted the long grass and that chill invaded the interior of the car. The world looked crisp and ready to face whatever might come next. She wished she’d shared that sentiment. Instead, she wanted to crawl into a hole and forget all about the worst fucked up fuck of fucks.
Ash had stamina, more than she was used to with Spencer's one-minute blow-and-go. Ash had tried to reciprocate, but eventually, he’d accepted the truth. She’d given him an explosive orgasm, but her body had failed to relinquish years of conditioning.
Hopefully, he would accept that was the best she could give.
She nudged Ash. “Wake up, Rock star.”
He moaned. “Shit, what time is it?”
“I have no idea, but it’s light outside. We should get moving.”
Draping an arm over his eyes, he curled his body around hers, pressing his hardness against her back.
She rolled over and found herself lost in his embrace. Kissing him on the lips, she gripped his shaft, stroking lightly, until his eyes closed, and he bit his lower lip.
“Do you want me to take care of this?”
His hips jerked. “Damn, I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Fuck,” he said with a groan. “My fate is in your hands. Put me out of my misery.”
She pulled out a condom and sheathed him, teasing him with a slow roll of the latex over the length of his cock.
His chin gave a sharp jerk, and his breath hissed when she straddled him. She leaned forward to kiss him, and then with a sinuous gyration of her hips, she slowly sank down. He groaned and thrust upward.
Being on top had always made her feel vulnerable and exposed, on display. Her hips moved in a rhythm that had been drilled into her from an age much too young. With Ash, however, she found joy in the subtle gyrations. What had once been a painful chore became beautiful with the expression of ecstasy etched on Ash’s face.
As he climaxed, she collapsed over him—not with an orgasm of her own, but with warmth building in her heart and the joy that came from seeing him satisfied. She definitely could get used to this.
He lifted her off his hips. “That was so good. I almost passed out. I want to do that for you. I don’t like taking from you like this.” He removed the condom and added it to the bag of discarded latex. “My balls are officially empty.”
“Trust me, you’ll fill them up again. I’m a doctor; I know. And it’s not about taking anything from me.” She brushed her lips over his forehead. “I want to do this, and in my own way, it feels…good.”
He hadn’t tried to force the issue of her orgasm, but it bothered him. That worried her and cast doubt on their future.
He pulled on his jeans. “Get dressed, babe. We need to leave.”
She shrugged on comfortable clothes, choosing sweats instead of the jeans she’d worn the night before. It would have to do until they could stop and buy something better.
Ash joined her up front and then started the car. A few moments later, he drove out of the field and back into the stream of interstate traffic. They drove to the next exit where he filled the car with fuel, and they used the restrooms.
She bought Ash a coffee at the Quick Mart and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before handing over his cup. She paused at the pensive expression darkening his features.
“What’s wrong?” She sipped hot cocoa, waiting for his response.
His fingers tapped the screen of his phone. His concern seemed to deepen with a twist of his lips and a furrowing of his brow. He tasted his coffee before answering, “It’s my manager.”
