Chapter 17 Ashton #3
“Last time we were in this position, you were in control. Now I am,” she explains.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper.
I wait patiently for what seems like hours, my hands resting on my thighs while she continues to grip my hair. She’s edging herself too, but that’s where her power comes from. She’s so strong that it makes me want to be strong right along with her.
“Does it feel like I hate you yet?”
No.
“Yes.”
It feels like so much more than that.
It feels like everything.
“Good,” she rasps. “You can lick me now.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I run my tongue up from her entrance to her clit in one languid stroke, and her hips buck, chasing the friction.
Her warm hand is still in my hair, and when she tugs this time, I welcome the sting.
It spurs me on as I flick my tongue over her little bundle of nerves again and again.
I instinctively bring my middle finger to her slit but then remember my place.
“Can I use my fingers?” I ask dutifully.
“Yes,” she pants. “Fuck, yes. Just keep going.” She’s losing it a little bit. Her control is slipping, but I won’t take it as an opportunity to gain the upper hand. This is all hers.
Cupping the underside of her ass to spread her open, I slide my middle finger inside her and continue to lick her clit.
She lets out a little moan as she rocks her hips back and forth, fucking herself on my finger.
“More,” she gasps. “I need more.”
Yep, she’s definitely losing control, and it’s so beautiful to watch.
I take a second to admire her. Dark hair falls down to her pink nipples, some strands sticking to the side of her face with sweat.
She’s still wearing her glasses, but her eyes are rolled back.
That is, until she snaps them down to me.
“Did I say stop?”
I shake my head.
“Then what are you doing?”
“Savoring.”
A self-satisfied grin crosses her lips. “Toys don’t savor, Ashton.”
I wipe the back of my hand across my face to hide my smirk.
I can only imagine it would get me in more trouble.
I lick another line up her clit, and then I do it again.
And again. Until I get a steady rhythm going.
I glance up to see her reaction. I can’t help it.
I need to see every single intake of breath.
Every flutter of lashes. Her little responses give me life.
I hike her leg over my shoulder so I can get a deeper angle and continue flicking my tongue, going as fast as I can until it’s nearly vibrating.
“Fuck, Ashton,” she cries out as I add another finger and hook it inside her, hitting her G-spot.
Her pussy spasms and her legs shake as she climaxes hard against my fingers and tongue.
I keep them in place, working her through her orgasm until the trembling stops and her breathing slows.
The need to praise her is at the tip of my tongue, but that’s not what she wants right now.
So instead, I bring my fingers up to my mouth like the good boy I am and lick each one clean. Then I sit back on my heels and wait.
“Okay,” she says, still slightly out of breath. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
“Oh, yeah?” I was hoping to get more praise than that, but I’ll take whatever scraps she throws at me, like the beggar I am. “Guess I found your clit again.”
Apparently, I also have a little brat in me.
Allie narrows her eyes. “You’re going to regret that.”
I hope so.
“Get on the desk,” she orders, and I execute without a second thought.
The glass she took out of my hand is still there, so I push it to the corner out of the way.
When I look back up, there’s something bunched up in her left hand, and she’s rummaging through her purse.
Saliva catches in the back of my throat when she produces a condom.
She walks over, ripping the foil wrapper open with her teeth, and while the move is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, my heart falls.
“Are you on birth control?” The words slip past my lips before I realize it. I’m not even sure what possesses me to ask that. Maybe it’s that every time I’ve imagined being inside her, there was nothing between us.
Allie continues her task, removing the condom from the wrapper. “Toys don’t ask questions, either.” She puts the item in her other hand down on the desk and pinches the middle of the condom. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
She comes closer and dips a finger into the waistband of my briefs, pulling it out and then letting go so it snaps back in place. “Pull them down.” I do, and my rock-hard dick slaps against my stomach. I start to kick them all the way off, but she stops me.
“Leave them,” she says, digging her finger into my chest so that I lean back.
I move my laptop to the side, and my head thumps gently on the hardwood as she climbs up to straddle me.
She gives me one long stroke from base to tip, and I hiss.
After being painfully hard for the better part of an hour, her touch feels like pure ecstasy.
When she rubs the precum beading at the tip around in circles, my hips jump off the desk.
“So responsive,” she taunts.
Placing the condom between her teeth, she uses both hands to guide mine behind my back.
I lift my hips to grant her better access, and that’s when I see what she has in her hand.
My tie. She gently guides my wrists together, making a double knot to secure them with the tie, and I lean back, my arms digging painfully into my back.
I wish I could say the uncomfortable position lifts some of the lustful haze surrounding us, but it only makes me harder.
She removes the condom from her mouth, a thin string of saliva still connected to her lips.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“Yes,” I rasp. “God, I need to be inside you. Tie me up. Gag me. Do whatever you want, just please touch me. You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”
She chuckles. “That would be a good start.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me—”
“Uh-uh,” she chides, and I know what she wants me to say.
“Please, fuck me.”
“Well, since you asked nicely.” She slides the condom over my length, lifting her hips up to line herself up before slowly sinking down inch by agonizing inch.
We both let out a groan when she’s fully seated on my cock, but she doesn’t move right away.
She keeps her eyes on mine, though. We sit like that for a minute just breathing each other in until she finally takes pity on me, raising her hips and slamming back down.
She does it a few more times, allowing me to go deeper with each pass.
Her hands come down on either side of me, bracing herself.
“Do not come,” she warns.
I groan and she starts bouncing, fucking herself faster and faster on me. She’s doing exactly what she promised she would; using me for her pleasure. Like a toy.
Between her tempo and the thought of being used by her, I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
So I do the only thing I can think of. I start naming Monopoly properties in my head.
Park Place. Pennsylvania Avenue. Marvin Gardens.
Her movements get even faster, more frenzied.
She’s close. I’m so fucking close it hurts.
Boardwalk. New York Avenue. She rolls her hips, pushing me in even deeper. St. James Place. Fuck.
Finally, finally, she says the words I’ve been waiting for.
“Come for me, Ashton,” she cries out as her orgasm crashes into her. I let go, falling apart right after her. An electric current spreads up my body and my cock pulses uncontrollably as I empty myself into the condom.
When we both catch our breath, Allie swings her legs over and hops off the desk. Neither of us says a word. I want to tell her that it was the best sex I’ve ever had. That it was the hardest I’ve ever come. But I don’t want to scare her away, so I stay quiet.
Allie puts her panties and blouse back on before padding back over to me.
She unties my hands, but when I reach for the condom, she bats my hand away, sliding it off herself and throwing it in the trash.
Then she pulls my boxers back up. Before I can get off the desk, she reaches up and pats my head a couple of times like I’m a labradoodle.
I’m so lost in the daze of what just happened that it takes me a few seconds to register.
“What the hell was that?”
“It’s called aftercare, Ashton.”
“That’s your idea of aftercare?” I chuckle.
“Well, what do you want from me? I’m not going to braid your hair and cuddle you. That’s just not…it’s not my style.”
“Okay, no hair-braiding. No cuddling. Got it.”
Her eyes soften. “Are you okay?”
I slide off the side of the desk and grab my pants as she continues to put the rest of her clothes on. “I’m fine.”
“Good. So then…I’ll see you tomorrow.” When I don’t respond, she steps into her shoes and grabs her purse.
“Look, Allie, I’m not an expert on this stuff, but I’m pretty sure aftercare is for both of us. It doesn’t matter who was in control and who submitted. We’re both coming down from a high.”
Is this how she always operates? She leaves directly after sex? I guess that would explain her disappearing act after the bonfire.
“I got what I wanted. I don’t need anything else.”
I sigh. She’s not going to make this easy, but then when does she ever?
“Okay, but I do.”
“You just said you were fine.”
“I meant I don’t regret anything we did.
” I blow out another breath. “Can you just sit with me for a minute?” I motion to the floor.
I’m not sure why, but that seems like what I need right now, so I go with it.
She hesitates, but she eventually nods and we both walk over and slide down to the floor, our backs to the wall.
We sit side by side, my legs kicked out in front of me while hers are bent at the knees.
It’s silent for a few minutes, but it’s oddly comfortable.
Allie stretches her legs out in front of her, mimicking me, and places a hand on my upper leg.
My head swivels to meet her gaze, but she’s looking down at her lap.
That’s okay. One step at a time. I put my hand on top of hers, and she turns it over, offering it to me.
I take it without hesitation. I’m holding Allie Montgomery’s hand.
Our fingers aren’t even interlaced. We’re holding hands like two kids in elementary school, but it’s somehow the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she says quietly.
“About the hand-holding?” I ask innocently, and she laughs. It’s a real laugh, and it makes my chest fill with pride. I made Allie Montgomery laugh.
“No. Well, yes.” She looks off to the side. “I mean about what happened with Craig. If Nate or Luke finds out about it, they will skin him alive, and I can’t have that on my conscience.”
“What about what happened after?”
“That’s nobody’s business.”
I nod. “I wanted to kill him.”
She turns her head, her eyes darting back and forth, searching mine. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Because you would miss me too much if I went to jail?”
A hint of a smile pulls at her lips. “No, because I don’t need a man to do my dirty work. I can take care of myself.”
“I know,” I say gently, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. “I think that was the only reason he walked out of here.”
Her gaze drifts down to our clasped hands, and suddenly the warmth is gone, my hand empty, still curved in the shape of hers.
“Yeah, well, anyway, was that sufficient?”
“Sufficient?”
“Are you aftercared enough? Or do you need me to rock you to sleep?”
I let out a hoarse chuckle. “It was enough. Thank you for indulging me.”
“Sure.”
Allie pulls herself up, wiping imaginary dust off her skirt.
As I glance up at her, I realize she never ceases to amaze me. She may be as tough as they come, but she sat with me when I needed her to, and that’s progress.
Now I know, hidden deep within the mile-high walls she’s built around it, she does have a beating heart. Maybe someday, it could beat for me.