29. Fox
FOX
A shley was beside me, soft hands whispering across my bare chest, lips touching my throat. Her hair fell to tickle my shoulder and the short blue nightgown she wore was slippery beneath my palms, heating under my touch as I grasped her waist and drew her onto me. I ran my hands down her back, slow, savoring the feel of her, sleek and smooth and lovely.
She parted her legs over my hips, settling intense heat against my cock while her mouth found mine in the dark. The soft mounds of her breasts were squashed against my chest. I wanted her nipples in my mouth, but I didn’t want to stop kissing her or lose that volcanic heat crushing my rocket.
This was the kiss of life that was the prelude to the little death. I was hard and throbbing, aching to be inside her, but wanting to play it out. Savor. My greedy hands flowed down to the lace that cut across the tops of her thighs. I drew circles with my palms on her bare cheeks so the silk rode up. I let my fingers follow the strap of her thong into the crease of her ass, reaching to probe beneath into slippery heat.
I groaned with gratification, wanting inside her so bad?—
“Fox?”
I snapped my eyes open. I was wo close to losing my load, I had to clench my fist around my throbbing cock. My heart was pounding, the room dark, my breath broken.
“Are you having a nightmare?”
She was still in the bed on the other side of the room, thank God. Not standing over me, witnessing me nearly succumb to a wet dream.
“Yeah,” I lied belatedly, voice rasped with acute sexual frustration. “What time is it?”
Her body shifted across the sheets. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard in my life. “Five eighteen. Are you going to surf?”
If I could climb out of bed without breaking my dick off, “Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about your dream? Was it about the rescue?”
“No.” I hoped like hell she couldn’t see I was tenting the front of my briefs as I made my walk to the bathroom. I couldn’t even take a piss, I was so hard. My balls were still tight, my skin damp and so sensitive, I felt every molecule in the air as I moved through it. My heart was thudding unevenly, pushing blood around that didn’t know where to go.
The waves would cool my jets, but I’d have to sport this trophy all the way through the lobby and down to the beach. Fucking brilliant.
What was even happening to me? I’d always thought Ash was hot and sure, I’d ogled a few times, keeping it subtle and always reminding himself she was off limits. She still was .
I splashed cold water on my face and the back of my neck, rinsed my mouth, thought about a story I’d once heard about a torn scrotum. That scared enough starch out of Fox junior, I could step into my borrowed boardies and shirt. I held a towel in front of me as I searched out my keycard, dimly aware that Ashley was sitting up in that big, wide, sweet-smelling bed, peering through the dark, watching me leave.
It was So. Fucking. Hard.