Chapter 21 Mia #2
“You are the most infuriating fucking woman I have ever met!”
“So you thought the best course of action was to drag me around like I was some rag doll?” I demanded. My hands were on my hips, and I was ready for his stupid words and his stupid reason.
I was not ready when he reached out, pulled me to him, and crushed my mouth to his in a lip-bruising kiss.
His tongue demanded entry and, stupefied, I gave it. Large hands buried in my hair as he tilted my head back and kissed me like I was his breath. My own hands were fisting his shirt, and my back was pressed against a bathroom stall as Ash devoured me.
In my experience with guys, some kiss well, more than some, and some kiss not so well.
Ash was in a league of his own. He went to battle with my mouth, and I met him stroke for stroke.
My mind was empty as I felt his hand leave my hair and slip under my sweater and sweep up and over my breast before dipping down, and with a few practiced moves, my jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped as his hand slid under my panties.
His groan of approval at finding me wet almost eradicated the embarrassment that my body responded to him so quickly. Sure, clever fingers slid through me as two entered me, and his thumb rubbed against the small bundle of nerves that throbbed for him.
The whimper that left me when he withdrew his hand was mortifying. Ash turned me around, pressing my face against the stall as his hips ground into my ass. His hand was back in my underwear, and his thumb was rubbing me slowly, sensually.
“This what you needed?” he whispered huskily into my ear as he thrust his hips into me. “You need to get off, Red? Need to come all over my hand?”
Could you be indignant and greedy at the same time? I needed him to keep going, but I was really irate that he had this control over my body. I decided silence was my best answer.
“You’re so infuriating,” he whispered as he continued to move his fingers relentlessly inside me. His lips traveled over my neck as I felt the gentle rocking of his lower body into mine. “And so fucking wet,” he hissed as I reacted to him, clenching around his fingers.
My palms were flat against the stall wall, and my forehead pressed against it too.
The thought raced futilely through my head that I didn’t know how clean these bathrooms were, and I tried to push away from the stall, but Ash left me nowhere to go.
His thumb increased its speed, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
This was so bad but so incredibly erotic; I had no choice but to let it play out.
I felt him move, his hand was lifted off my hip, and I felt his arm moving and knew he was pulling at his own jeans.
His teeth bit the sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck, and I fell apart when I recognized the sound of soft slapping of skin on skin, telling me that he was pleasuring himself as he pleasured me.
As I bit my lip to stop my cry, the strength of my climax made my knees weaken.
I felt him pull my jeans roughly down over my ass, and then he stilled.
A low groan came from him as he found his own release, which spilled over my back.
I couldn’t even move away, as he still had his fingers deep inside me, his thumb still lightly circling around me, ensuring I’d found my own high as I remained pinned against the wall.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his breath ragged.
Gently, he removed his hand from my panties and stood back.
“Hold your shirt up,” he instructed softly as he moved away.
Doing as he said, trying to calm my own breathing, I turned my head to watch him wet some paper towels, and then he was back cleaning the mess he had made on my body.
“You’re good,” he mumbled as he moved away, tossing the towels, and then he went back to the sinks and washed his hands.
He watched me in the mirror as I straightened my clothes and tried not to look at him.
“You’re going to have to look at me some time,” he told me dryly as he turned around to face me. “We do live together.”
Where did they get their arrogance from? Were they born with it? Was it their money, their looks, their name?
“You think that solved any of our problems?” I asked him tartly. Offense was the best defense; didn’t these football players say that?
“Nope,” he said, popping the P. “But a good orgasm never hurt anyone.”
Was he serious? “Are you joking?” I looked at the door. “Everyone out there thinks we’re in here having sex.”
“Weren’t we?” His eyebrow rose in question.
I had no words. “I’m truly speechless.”
With a cocky wink, he grinned at me. “You’re welcome.” Ash gave me a mock bow. “I better get to class. See you later. Have a good practice with the band. I’ll have someone pick you up.”
As he flicked the lock open on the door, he looked back at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And Red? Don’t lie about faking it with me again.” He held the hand up that had been in my underwear with a gleeful gleam in his eyes, as if I needed reminding.
“Wh—”
The door closed behind him, and I stood there like a moron until a guy walked in and stared at me and then at the urinals. “Um, are you lost?”
“You have no cracking idea,” I mumbled as I rushed to the door and fled down the hall.