Chapter 28 #2
Ash lets me explore for a few seconds, but he groans when my hand trails lower toward the obvious bulge in his pants.
Before I can get there, he grabs the hem of my sweater and pulls it up.
I lift off the couch so he can get the garment out from under me, but just as it gets past my elbows, he stops.
My hands and forearms are still caught in the sleeves, and I start to pull, trying to free them.
His large hand clamps down over the bunch of sweater at my wrists to stop me, and I meet his eyes again. There’s an excited gleam there, and he bends to kiss me long and hard.
I’m breathless and dazed when he’s done, which is why I barely notice him slip a hand behind me and pop open my bra. The feel of my breasts springing free brings me back, and I look at him in confusion as he pulls the bra up my arms until it catches on my sweater.
Ash leans back to take me in, his hand still pinning my wrists. I want to throw his words back at him, to ask if he likes what he sees, but I’m just not that confident.
“What are you doing?” I ask instead. “Help me get my hands free.”
He shakes his head. “You said you didn’t mind a little restraint.”
He cups a hand over one breast and teases the already taut nipple with his thumb. I’m unsuccessful at stifling a whimper as pleasure shoots straight to my core before working its way down to curl my toes.
“Fuck, these breasts are gorgeous. I’ve been dying to touch them,” he says. He grins down at me. “Did I see your nipples harden when I mentioned restraint?”
“They’re cold,” I lie, but the words come out strained.
He smiles wider, seeing through my bullshit.
“I guess I’ll just have to warm them up then,” he says, and he lowers his head to close his hot mouth over one stiff peak.
I bow off the couch and make a noise I’m sure is half moan, half wildebeest mating call. Ash holds my hands firmly above my head, but the rest of me writhes beneath him, completely unable to hold still as he sucks and licks and teases one nipple and then the other.
“I fucking love how your body responds,” he says as he lifts his head. “It’s perfect.”
Ash unbuttons and unzips my jeans, then slides his hand into my pants.
His fingers find the folds of my pussy as I try to keep from panting, and he runs his middle finger over my clit before pushing it inside me.
I buck beneath him, amazed how easily he can make me react with the simplest touch.
And he hasn’t even taken his pants off yet.
“Fuck, Gray,” he says, sliding his finger in and out. “You’re drenched for me.”
My instinct is to deny it, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary, but I don’t get the chance.
Ash lifts himself off me, and for a few horrifying seconds I’m afraid my excessive arousal turned him off, but he hooks his hands over the waist of my pants and yanks them down my legs.
He looks down at me, and I take a moment to thank the lingerie gods I wore a lacey pair of black panties.
They only last a couple seconds more before Ash strips them off as well.
He fishes in the pocket of his jeans and pulls out his wallet. He opens it, pulls out a condom, and tosses both the condom and the wallet on the coffee table.
“If you don’t want this, Gray, say so now,” Ash says as he unzips his jeans and pulls them down his legs.
I’m still laid out on the couch naked, hands tangled in my sweater above my head as I watch him shed his boxer briefs, and his cock springs free, hard and ready.
It looks just as I remember it from the dick pics he sent, thick and veiny with a slight upward curve.
It’s big. Bigger than any other guy I’ve been with, and I kick myself mentally for not using my larger dildo this week to prepare.
Ash kneels on the couch, pushes my thighs open, and reaches for the condom.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he opens the package and rolls the rubber down his length as I watch. “Normally I’d spend some time worshipping your sweet little cunt with my tongue, but I’m about to blow my load, and I want to be inside you when I do. I’ll make it up to you next time.”
Next time.
I’m not sure if he’s just saying that to trick me into thinking this won’t be a one-night stand or if he really believes we’ll do this again. God, he hasn’t even entered me yet, and I’m already hoping for more.
His use of the word "cunt" doesn’t phase me. Many countries outside the US don’t find the word as offensive as we often do, and I’ve learned that his filthy mouth only arouses me. I can barely stand it right now, in fact. I’ll scream if he doesn’t fuck me soon.
Ash pulls the back pillows off the couch to make more room, and my legs fall open wider as he settles between them.
“You want this, right?” he asks. “You consent to letting me fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”
I blink. He’s asking for consent, and it hits me that I’m about to have sex with a professional athlete. This is his reality, perhaps more so than other men, and now I’m surprised he hasn’t whipped out an electronic form for me to sign.
How many women has he slept with anyway?
I shake myself mentally. This is not the time to think about his other women. I couldn’t back out now if I tried, so thinking about the women who came before and those who’ll come after isn’t doing me any favors.
Ash waits for my answer, and I nod. “Yes,” I add, realizing he probably wants verbal consent, and now I’m wondering if he’s recording this so he has me on record.
“Good girl,” Ash says as he lowers himself onto me, and I feel my pussy clench.
He reaches between us to line himself up, then presses forward.
I have half a second to realize this is really happening before his tip parts me.
I press my head back against the couch as I feel his cock stretch me open, and my hips jerk as he gives one tentative thrust.
“God dammit, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” Ash says as he pushes forward again, withdraws, then buries himself inside me.
I cry out and Ash stops immediately. His hand comes up to cradle the back of my neck. “Gray? Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
There’s a bit of a sting since it’s been more than a year since I’ve had an actual cock inside me, and never one this thick, but my scream was about ninety-five percent pleasure and five percent pain. My response is to wrap a leg around his hip to keep him from going anywhere.
“I’m fine. Keep going,” I say.
I try to wrap my arms around his neck, but I forget I’m still tangled in my sweater, and Ash has to pin my hands back down on the couch to keep from getting a face-full of it.
He pulls out slowly before pushing back in, and I swear I can count every inch of him as he enters.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last,” Ash says as he starts to move.
“I should’ve jerked off before you came over so I could go longer.
I’ve been thinking about fucking you ever since I kissed you in the parking lot.
No, scratch that. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I saw those tattoos on your back.
We’re doing it doggy next so I can see them. ”
I have the urge to ask him why he wanted to fuck me so bad. I’m pretty enough when I try, but this man has dated actresses and probably models. This doesn’t seem like the right time for a conversation about my feelings of inadequacy, though.
Ash picks up speed as his thrusting grows more intense. My own climax builds as he grinds into me, and I push my hips up to meet him, chasing my release. I almost never come this way, but if Ash holds out long enough, it might actually happen.
I jolt as the chorus of the song Hello by Adelle swells on my phone. The phone buzzes around on Ash’s coffee table, and I’m horrified to realize Drew is calling me. He’s never called me. Ever.
Also, I need to change that ring tone, like, yesterday.
“Sorry, I should’ve silenced that,” I say as I struggle to get one of my hands free from my sweater, but Ash tightens his hold on my wrists.
He slows his thrusting to look over at my phone, and damn me if the slower pace isn’t even better.
“This guy is persistent,” Ash says as he pushes in, making me take all of him. “Maybe you should answer it.”
I blink. “What?”
I see the evil glint in his eye too late as he reaches over and swipes to answer the phone.
My eyes flare wide. Oh God.
“Hello?” Ash says, still moving inside me.
Now I’m trying in earnest to free my hands, but he holds me firm.
“Uh…hi,” Drew says. “I’m looking for Gray. Is she there?”
“She’s here, but she’s busy right now,” Ash says.
“And who’s this?” Drew asks.
“It’s Ash. This is Drew, right? We met a while back at the club.”
Silence on the other end of the line, then, “Yeah, this is Drew. This is …Ash Gunnarsson from the Hydra?”
Ash thrusts into me hard without warning, and I can’t help the mewl that escapes my throat. An actual God damn mewl.
“Gray?” Drew questions. “Is that you? Are you alright?”
“Go ahead, baby,” Ash whispers in my ear. “Tell him how you are.”
“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper back, but his next thrust has me biting back a moan.
“Gray?” Drew’s voice sounds again.
“I’m fine,” I croak out. “Can’t talk right now.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Ash says toward the phone. “I’m balls deep inside her right now and about to give her the first of several orgasms.”
My eyes bulge as I let out a choking noise. Ash just grins down at me and keeps thrusting.
“You haven’t been fucked right in a long time, have you, baby,” he says as I give him my best glare under the circumstances. “But we’re gonna fix that tonight. You’re not leaving until that sweet, needy little pussy of yours is fully satisfied.”
I want to be annoyed, but his words swirl deliciously in my stomach, then travel south to my clit. I didn’t realize how much I liked dirty talk.