Chapter 27
ASH
W ar sheds all his clothes and joins me on the bed.
“I said no.”
“I heard you. But I don’t believe you.” He grabs my hips and drags me down so I fall flat onto my back on the mattress.
A sharp jab of my fist into his ribs causes him to raise an arm to give me a bigger target. “Go ahead. Show me what you’ve got.”
Rising up, I slap him across the face. It’s not a little tap, either. Most of the blossoming color is lost in his black beard, but there’s a pink mark on his cheekbone.
“You’re a lot bigger than me. I would have to fight dirty.” Pointing an index finger for illustration, I add, “Poke you in the eye.”
“Never happen.”
I lurch forward, but he grabs me instantly and flings me back down on the bed and pins me with his weight, catching my arms in his hands and holding them between us.
“Want me to spank your pretty ass before I fuck you? ”
“No.”
“Then settle down.”
“That’s another thing.” My tone is curious. “Like getting chained up during sex?” I wrinkle my nose. “Pain?”
“It’s not about the pain for most girls. It’s about giving over control, emptying the mind of everything except a connection with a man you trust to take you places you could never reach on your own.”
“Would we take turns? Would you let me chain you up?”
“I already did.”
I tilt my head in confusion. “Not literally. You mean by coming to my rescue and getting drugged? Locked in the cell?”
“Then, and about a hundred times since then.” He lowers his head. “Give me a kiss.”
“Let go of my arms, so I can punch you. I mean touch you.”
A soft rumble of laughter escapes his chest. He lets go of my arms and reaches down to pinch my ass. My hand goes up to his face, but I don’t slap. I just touch him the way I want to. Stroking. Feeling the texture of his beard.
“Am I the only person who can make you laugh out loud?”
“Yes. Congratulations on being ridiculous.”
My smile doesn’t falter. “I like being the only one.” Making a claw with my hand, I say in a teasing tone, “If you look at other girls anymore, I’ll scratch your eyes out.”
“That’s not an issue we’re gonna have. When you’re in the room, I don’t give a shit about anyone or anything else. Could be a hundred other people there, but it might as well be empty.”
Blowing out a slow breath, I slide my hands onto his shoulders. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about always getting what you want when you want it, but I am gonna have sex with you again this one time.”
“That’s another issue we’re not gonna have. Because I am gonna have you whenever I want, and not just this one time.” He kisses me, sliding his tongue in to caress the contours of my mouth .
Shivering at the delicious way he tastes, I pull him closer.
This is the War I was always searching for. I wonder how I subconsciously knew, deep down, this is what was underneath his black scowls and terse silences. A version of him that I—and maybe I alone—could unearth.
The thought makes me way happier than I would ever admit out loud.
Instead, when he kisses my neck, I say, “Hey, wanna do that thing where you kiss me a lot lower?”
He raises his head and gives me a dark look. “So I can turn you into even more of a spoiled brat? No. You want me to make you come? Then?—”
“I thought that was the plan, yes.”
My cutting him off earns my ass another pinch. This one sharp enough to make me gasp.
“Get out of your clothes, and suck my cock like a good girl.”
“I… might. ”
WAR
The girl is pushing me to get rough with her, which she’s gonna mind more than I do, of course. It takes me all of a minute to strip her out of her clothes and toss her over my lap.
Pinning her arms in her lower back with my left hand, I clasp her right ass cheek in the other. She squirms and curses at me, which I know isn’t the way she acts when she’s sincerely trying to escape a situation.
My hand comes down, not particularly heavily, directly on the pert curve of her pretty ass. The “never touched by the sun” skin is so white that even the light blow causes some pink to rise. I spank her again, a little more firmly, to pull her from the shock that seems to have left her speechless.
“Gonna be a good girl and do what you’re told? ”
She looks over her shoulder at me through long strands of honey-colored hair. “To hell with you.”
A slow smile curves my lips. “Have it your way.”
My hand lands like a thunderclap, causing her to rear up and screech the F word three times in rapid succession. I don’t give her time to catch her breath. The next three spanks follow one after another on the fullest part of her ass. She tenses and clenches and then screams at me.
Pausing, I massage her ass, which has gone from alabaster to hot pink and warm. Pushing my hand between her thighs, I’m rewarded with a creamy pussy.
Fuck, my cock is aching to get inside her.
When I start to finger her clit, she finally unclenches her ass cheeks and loosens her thighs. Waiting for the telltale swivel of her hips, I keep teasing.
She presses her pelvis down, signaling a shift in the direction of orgasm, which she hasn’t earned. I pull my hand away and reunite my calloused palm with her silky flesh.
Screaming out her rage and frustration does nothing to deter me. That’s exactly what I’m after.
As her punished ass flushes deep red, she goes as stiff as a board and cries out, “Stop! War, stop. For real.”
I stay my hand. Her tone tells me she’s had as much as she thinks she can take for now.
“I’m gonna let you go, baby doll, and you’re going to get on your knees between my thighs.”
Her silence causes my smile to return.
I pinch her flaming ass, causing an indignant squeak of fury. Girl’s still full of defiance. Could push her farther. Force her to surrender. But it might not go the way we need it to, so I won’t.
“Are you gonna be good, Ash? Or do you need more convincing?” My tone is rough-edged and dominant.
She shudders. “Do not hit me again.”
“That’s up to you. ”
With a big swallow, she nods, staring down at the floor beneath her. “I’ll give you a blow job. But you’d better not?—”
“This isn’t a negotiation.” I release her arm and hip. “Get on your knees.”
Apparently, she’s ready to suck my cock because she doesn’t stall or argue. She assumes the position and, after kneeling between my knees, she takes me in her hands.
Looking up at me with glittering blue eyes, she says, “You must be fucking fearless to let me take your cock between my teeth right now.”
We lock eyes. Is she crazy enough to bite me out of spite? There’s no telling really.
“Try it. Your ass will be so sore, you won’t sit for days.”
Her glare tells me that wasn’t the right threat.
“And before that, you’ll be sobbing so hard you’ll be dehydrated by the time you’re done.”
That causes her to sit back on her heels and narrow her eyes thoughtfully. Glancing at the wall, she mouths something I don’t catch. Clearly, it’s more for herself than me anyway.
When her gaze shifts back to me, it’s on my groin not my face. With no hesitation, she drops her head and sucks my crown into her soft mouth. The sensation causes my head to tip back as my every thought scrambles.
Jesus Christ, she’s good.
Whether it’s instinct or experience, she grips me at the base with one fist over the other as she pumps me into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the crown then explores the thick length. I draw in a slow hiss of breath. Her mouth is so soft and unbelievably talented.
“More,” I growl. “Just like that.”
Shifting her weight forward, she pushes down so I glide over her tongue. My hands find her firm, round tits as they sway. Squeezing them causes her to squirm, but her mouth doesn’t falter. I tease a pretty pink nipple with rough fingers.
“So fucking gorgeous. You look as good on your knees as your back.” Husking out an exhale, I turn my body loose, letting myself feel every lap of her tongue, every hollowing of her cheeks.
The fingers of my right hand stray to her hair and then cup the back of her head.
She comes off my cock with a pop, sitting back on her heels. “Don’t choke me with it, okay? Not being able to breathe will freak me out.” Sucking in an anxious breath, she adds quickly, “And then I won’t be able to make it as good for you.”
I have made plenty of girls choke on my cock, till their eyes watered and they nearly passed out. But that’s not where I was going with this. Mess up Ashling’s beautiful face with tears and snot and anguish? No, not interested.
And seeing her sincere fear at the prospect causes me to switch gears. I’m on a clock, and blowing cum down her throat won’t get us closer to where I want to be.
Leaning forward, I scoop her up, stand and walk to the side of the bed, then drop her on it.
Her wide eyes stare up at me as I join her.
“I wasn’t trying to get out of finishing, War.”
“I know. We’ll circle back to oral.” Pushing her thighs apart, I move between them.
“Relax for me. I wanna fuck you deep.” Lowering my head, I suck her tongue into my mouth as I enter her.
Damn, she’s tight. But also, wet and welcoming.
As I plunge into her pussy, she grips my shoulders and uses my strength to lever herself against me, squashing her soft breasts against my hard chest. All that golden skin, as soft as satin as it rubs against me.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I anchor her pelvis, so I can rock against her clit when I drive into her. Her mouth comes away from my kiss with a gasp.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers. “Please keep going right there.” Her small hand reaches down and grabs one of my ass cheeks, gripping it as it flexes.
I slow my thrusts so I can grind, killing my own stated intentions. This was supposed to be my turn, but I can’t resist. The way she moans and arches and begs is fucking gorgeous.
When she comes, she squeezes my cock so hard I nearly blow.
“So good,” she gasps, still rubbing against me as I start to fuck her hard and deep. Mercilessly.
She winces, but never eases her grip on me as I use her pussy ruthlessly. This is a claiming.
Finally, I follow her over the edge, burying my face in her neck, teeth scraping the tender skin there. She gasps, shudders, her arms tightening around me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.
No fucking chance. I hold tight, too, stroking her skin.
When it’s over, we lie tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin. I don't move away. Neither does she. Her fingers stroke my scalp and the back of my neck.
“We’re good together,” she says.
“Yeah.”
“The best?”
“Yes.”
“Swear?”
Raising my head, I look down into her eyes. “Yeah, baby, I swear.”
She exhales. “Good. Then I can stop wishing your past girls dead.” Blowing out a breath, she shrugs. “A stupid cliché, but I couldn’t help it.”
“At least you didn’t act on it. We both know you could.” I ease my hips back, sliding slowly, reluctantly, from her body. “And gotten the Crue to cover it up if necessary.”
“Only a crazy psycho would kill an innocent girl out of plain jealousy. No, I would never do that. But wishing them gone… can’t blame a girl with a crush for wishing.”
A girl with a crush. It’s the first time she’s labeled the attraction. And acknowledged it to me. This is the direction I need things to go .
Give it another nudge , I think. Carefully.
Lowering my forehead, I rest it against hers. “Whatever happens next, it’s like you said, we’re in this together. Just you and me. No other women. No other men.”
“Okay.”
“If anyone tries to drive us apart, we’re not gonna let them.” Raising my head, I stare down into her clear, aquamarine eyes. “Give me your word.”
“If I can trust you, you can trust me.”
So, no. Not the promise I need. Not yet anyway. Because there are things in my past plans, she won’t like. If she finds out.
“You can trust that you’re mine now.” I suck on her lower lip, tasting everything I want out of life. “And that I’m yours now, too. And I will act accordingly.”
That causes her to smile up at me in a way that detonates a bomb in my chest. Turns out this girl can reach in and tear out my heart and any other damn things she wants, leaving me breathless.
“If you’re mine, War, then you have to confide in me, right? And tell me things I wanna know?”
“I guess.” Moving onto my side, I lie next to her. “What do you wanna know?”
“About you? Everything. Start at the beginning.”
That causes me to laugh and roll onto my back. “Everything, huh? I’m gonna need to gather my strength for that.”
She rolls onto her side, so the line of her body presses against me. She leans forward to kiss me on the cheek before whispering, “I promise to be gentle as I poke into the depths of your soul.”
With a roll of my eyes, I sit up. “I’m hungry. You want steak with blue cheese in a port wine reduction? Or salmon baked in olive oil, brown sugar and spices?
“Oh, my God. Either. Or both?”
My hand squeezes her belly. “One tonight. The other tomorrow. Which? ”
“Steak, I guess.” She licks her lips. “So excited. And while you cook, we can talk.”
“Can’t wait,” I deadpan.
She gives my side a small punch. “Be a good boy, or I’ll hurt you.”
I scowl at her. “Boy? No. That kind of play only goes in one direction, Ash.”
“See, that’s the kind of thing I need to know. Go on. Say more.”
After rising to stand, I pull on my boxer-briefs and jeans. “I prefer to explain myself with my hands. Want another round over my lap?”
“No thank you.” She dresses, too, which I’d like to forbid but can’t justify if she’s coming to the kitchen to keep me company.
“Then behave yourself, baby doll.”
Smirking, she speaks in a tone that’s feather light. “I don’t think there’s much chance of that happening.”