24. Sean
CHAPTER 24
SEAN
I should head straight to my bedroom, but my feet keep moving and I’m now standing in front of Ashley’s door . Don’t go inside, dumbass. It’s a bad idea.
I ignore my conscience and open the door, then I lock it behind me. Ashley’s room hasn’t changed much since the last time I stepped foot inside a few years back. She still has the same old stuffed animals on her bed—a chicken and a cow Dad won for her at a carnival the first summer we spent together as a family. Kenzie has a shark and an octopus from the same carnival game. I used to hate those stupid toys, and even considered setting them on fire. Now I feel horrible that the idea ever crossed my mind.
Ashley’s not in her room, but the attached bathroom’s door is open, and I hear the shower. The image of her naked under those jets puts my libido in overdrive. It’s been only a couple of hours since the supply closet, but I’m craving her again. It’s a need that I can’t control.
I drop my duffel bag next to hers and take off my shoes and clothes. The bathroom is steamy, and I can see the silhouette of her body inside the shower stall. On soft feet, I approach, and when I open the glass door, she doesn’t hear me. She’s rinsing her hair and her eyes are closed.
I join her and wrap my arms around her soapy waist, pulling her body to mine.
She gasps. “What are you doing in here?”
“Proving your point.” I kiss her shoulder.
“Hmm… which one?”
“You said I was desperate, and I am…” I slide my hand down her belly until my fingers find her clit “…for you.”
Ashley melts into me, tilting her head and granting me better access to her neck. I run my tongue over her skin, then suck a little like a damn vampire. Her folds are slick from the soap and her arousal. I tease her entrance, running lazy circles at first.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispers. “We weren’t supposed to be hooking up this weekend.”
“You should know by now that when it comes to you, I can’t follow the rules. Now spread your legs and bend over, beautiful.”
“There isn’t enough room.”
“There is, trust me.” I nudge her body forward until her forearms are braced against the tiled wall and her ass is tilted up.
I rub my cock against her lower back, spreading my precum over her skin. “How is that?”
“It’d be better if you were inside me.”
A chuckle bubbles up my throat. “I can arrange that.”
Bending my knees, I glide my cock down the sweet curve of her ass but stop by her asshole first and tease.
“What are you doing?” she asks, a little tense.
“You don’t want to try this yet?”
“I’d like to be in a more comfortable position for that.”
“Noted. Your tight pussy it is.”
I slide farther down and then inside her in one thrust. Ashley moans and tightens her pussy around me. I pull back and then slam inside while gripping her hips tight.
“Fuck. I’ll never get tired of this, babe,” I groan.
“Me neither.”
My balls are already so damn tight, but I won’t come before she does. I want her cream all over me. I love the way her butt cheeks bounce as I pound into her, and how she moans softly, clearly trying not to make too much noise.
“Who does your pussy belong to, gorgeous?”
She doesn’t answer right away, so I smack her ass. “Answer me.”
“You,” she gasps. “It belongs to you.”
“That’s right, babe. It belongs to me… forever.”
I’m not sure what possessed me to say that. We both know that’s not in the cards for us. But Ashley doesn’t contradict me, so I allow myself the illusion.
“Sean… I’m coming.” Her body quakes, and I increase my speed, letting go of the bit of restraint I had left.
My orgasm hits me hard, and I have to clench my jaw shut to avoid grunting like a caveman. My cock pulses as I empty myself in her. Damn. I’m fucking glad we forgot a condom earlier, because this is so much better.
I pull out once the tremors from my own body subside, then turn Ashley around, straightening her body to crush my lips against hers. Her tongue is savage and demanding, almost as if she’s daring me to take her again in the shower.
I twist a lock of her hair around my fist and pull her face back. “What are you trying to do, little minx?”
She curls her lips into a wicked grin, then wraps her fingers around my shaft. “Just reminding you that your cock belongs to me.”
My face breaks into a smile. “It sure does, beautiful.”
We don’t speak for several beats, but our gazes remain locked. I’m drinking her in, committing this moment to memory. I never want to forget the look on her face right now. My heart is beating at a rapid pace, but my chest feels as light as air.
Something has shifted between us, and I know this isn’t just a casual thing any longer. But how do I tell Ashley that?
“But you should probably get out of here before someone catches you.”
“I locked the door behind me,” I say.
“Even so. How will you explain your wet hair if my mother or Kenzie sees you sneaking out of my bedroom?”
I shrug. “I could say my shower broke.”
She hits my chest playfully. “Be serious.”
“Fine. I’m leaving. Oh, by the way, we’re going to a high school party tonight.”
Ashley’s brows arch. “We are?”
“Yeah, and apparently the host has a thing for you. I thought you should know.”
She narrows her eyes. “Wait a second. Is that why you decided to fuck me in the shower and make me say my pussy belongs to you?”
I widen my eyes. “What? No.”
Yes .
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so transparent, Sean.”
“Okay, fine. Maybe that motivated me to break the weekend rules. Is that a crime?”
“It’s not a crime, but it’s impractical. You won’t be able to fuck me every time you learn someone is interested in me.”
I boop her nose. “Don’t underestimate me, babe.”