Chapter 18 Ashton
ASHTON
But darling, she craves the kind of raw intimacy two bodies could never have.
When she says deeper, make sure it’s your soul that listens.
—Ashton’s Secret Thoughts
“So fucking pretty when you come with my mouth on your cunt, Ashton. Now, baby, you’re going to come on my cock. Just like I’ve been fucking fantasizing for months.”
Oh. My. God.
My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, sex drunk and needy for more.
So much more.
“Jamie,” I moan and rake my nails through his hair, loving the groan rumbling deep in his chest as he drops one knee on the bed. His body hovers over mine, powerful and beautiful. Stacked muscles under golden skin wrapped in delicious dark ink I want to lick and suck.
His eyes rake over my face, so damn possessive as his hands grip my hips. “Fucking beautiful, Ashton.”
His words wrap around me like a rough caress I crave, and I melt against him as he kisses the hollow of my throat. My neck. My lips. I feel him everywhere. And when he pulls back, I hold tighter, refusing to let go. “Where are you going, charmer?”
He drops another quick kiss to my lips, his dimple popping deep in his cheek. “To get a condom.”
“You can’t get me more pregnant.” I smile softly, and those eyes darken, all pretense of joking vanishing into the stormy air. This man looks like he’s holding on by a thread I’m about to thoroughly enjoy snapping. I run my nails down his neck and along the strong planes of his back. “Jamie . . .”
“Ashton—” He stills, and a muscle ticks tight in his jaw. One I press my lips to and kiss.
“I’m clean, Jamie. I get a physical twice a year, and you’re the only man I’ve been with in over eighteen months,” I admit as he settles, cradled between my thighs. My hands move further down his spine, and over his solid ass, wanting him closer. Needing him inside me. Just him. Nothing between us.
“I was tested before we were together in February, and you’re the last woman I’ve been with, Ace.” His face softens as he drops his forehead to mine. “Are you sure?”
I bend my knee, bringing him closer, and pant as my nails dig into his skin. “So fucking sure, Jamie.”
Jamie presses his lips to mine, swallowing my breath and my moan and maybe my soul as I wrap a hand around his enormous cock.
My fingers barely fit around it as I grip and drag it through my soaked sex and, honest to God, tremble with anticipation.
Like I’m not sure I’ll be walking tomorrow, but sweet baby Jesus, will it be worth the pain.
Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t get together in high school.
I think if I’d started kissing Jamie Murphy back then, I may have never stopped or done anything else.
Forget anything else. I probably would have been pregnant a month later, considering his super sperm that can jump tall buildings and leap through condoms. And damn, if that thought doesn’t bring a smile to my lips.
“I’m sure.” I nip at his mouth and drop my knees to the bed. “Now please fuck me . . .”
“I fucking love the way you say please, beautiful.” He pushes the head of his cock inside me, stretching me as he inches in the first tiny inch, and I suck in a breath with the first exquisite burn before he pulls out.
And then does it again and again, each time pushing farther, harder, and stretching me more.
Until I’m aching and trembling and so close to screaming, my throat should be raw.
When I open my mouth, deliciously calloused fingers wrap around my throat—silencing me. His thumb slides along my pulse point before cutting off my air the slightest, hottest bit. Leaving me completely at his mercy.
Not thinking.
Not worrying.
Just trusting.
That he’ll take care of me. Of us both.
And my God, that’s a heady realization.
I do trust him in ways I’ve never trusted anyone.
His eyes ask silent permission, and I smile, dragging the tips of my fingers along his lips. Tracing them as I lick into his mouth. Over and over.
Our tongues dance a wicked dance as the wind carries the storm inside.
The cool air dances over every inch of my hot, hypersensitive skin.
Jamie leans up, his chest deliciously above mine as I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, and finally, finally, he pushes deep inside me—filling me, overwhelming me, and owning me.
Until I’m gasping and moaning and fighting to breathe through the overwhelmingness.
Agony and ecstasy battle for control.
Jamie devours my mouth the same way he dominates my body.
Slowly. Sensually. Completely.
Until my muscles relax, and the painful stretch turns to scorching-hot pleasure.
Teasing me inch by deliberate inch.
Until I’m begging for more.
With each achingly slow stroke, his mouth worships mine.
Filthy fucking words I never knew I’d like, soothingly sexy against my lips.
Until I’ve taken all of him inside and still claw to get him impossibly closer.
One strong hand cups my face, holding me captive while our tongues move in savage harmony. And when he finally seats himself fully inside me, leaving no space between us, his hand on my throat tightens the tiniest bit, and I see fucking stars.
“Jamie . . .” I rasp, my orgasm right at the edge of my mind, fighting to be freed.
His lips slip down the column of my neck, pressing where his thumb rests against my wildly racing pulse. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how it feels. How we fucking feel.”
“I feel . . .” I gasp as he snaps his hips again, sliding inside me in the slowest move imaginable. Hitting every sensitive spot inside me until I’m not sure I can find words or remember how to use them. I tighten the hold my legs have on his hips and rock against him.
“Words, Ashton.”
He pulls back, and I fight to keep him where I need him, ready to cry at the thought.
I dig in my heels.
“So fucking full. Like I can’t take more, but I never want it to stop,” I whisper and relax as Jamie slowly pushes back inside.
“Like I don’t ever want you to stop,” I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders, desperately holding on as I slowly grind my hips against his.
“Like this can never end.” I swivel my hips and sink farther into the bed.
“Please, Jamie, please, I need . . . you to move,” I moan and shift as he sucks my tongue into his mouth, pressing my hips into the mattress.
He pulls out slowly, a sexy, hungry look staring back at me. “Hands on the headboard, beautiful.”
“What?” I ask, and he slaps my pussy again, pulling another moan from deep in my throat.
Holy shit.
Reaching above my head, I grab the headboard, and dear God, those eyes go molten fucking lava hot on me, sending goose bumps dancing down my skin.
“Good girl,” he groans and sucks one pointed nipple into his mouth.
My back bows off the bed as he slaps my pussy one more time, sending every oversensitive nerve ending into a fucking frenzy. And before I get a chance to suck in another broken breath, he thrusts back in, and I come on the spot, screaming his name.
Jamie swallows my cries, slamming into me as he sets a beautifully punishing rhythm. One that makes me weep as pleasure and pain weave a beautiful web.
With every hard snap of his hips, his massive body dominates mine. Fucking into me harder and harder until my muscles ache and sing, and I’m keening and moaning and worshipping at the altar of Jameson fucking Murphy. Another orgasm already building. Fighting to follow the last.
One big hand slides under me, cupping my ass and changing our angle.
Driving me crazy as he pounds into me.
My ankles cross at his waist, taking it all.
All of him. All of us. Everything.
“So beautiful.” His gorgeous green eyes burn into my soul.
Powerful and devastating.
Making promises I’m not sure he can keep without destroying us both.
“So very mine,” he growls and takes my hands from the headboard, lacing our fingers together and pressing them into the mattress. “Tell me you’re mine, Ashton.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, pleading as I rock against him. “Only yours. Only ever yours, Jamie.”
The fire between us burns brighter . . . hotter . . . Threatening to burn out before it ever breathes.
None of it make sense. We don’t make sense. But yet, right now, I can’t bring myself to care.
“Ace . . .” Jamie whispers, his voice raw and powerful as I tremble and tighten around him. My nails dig into his skin as he slides his hands to my hips and thrusts up as he pulls me down, and I scream out his name.
“Fuck, Ashton . . .” Jamie’s mouth crashes over mine, swallowing my moan as my vision darkens and my orgasm explodes in a violent burst of color.
He shudders above me, inside me, a warm weight washing over me as my name falls almost silent like a benediction from his lips.
And then he’s gone, and my eyes fly open.
He fists his thick cock as he pulls out and paints my stomach and my pussy with long ropey strands of his cum.
His eyes are wild and possessive and so fucking hot as he collapses beside me, gathering me in his arms. One hand sliding over my stomach.
His fingers drag through the aftermath, and my breath catches in my lungs as he pushes it inside me. His mouth on mine. “Fucking. Mine.”
And for right now.
For this moment.
This day.
With this man . . .
I let myself believe it.
“Hey, you okay?” Jamie murmurs as he walks into the kitchen hours later, after we’ve been forced to surface and face the reality of a six-month-old baby. One who, thankfully, napped for a solid two hours this afternoon while I— Well . . . I made better use of those entire two hours.
I’m a dancer. We break our bodies in order to stretch ourselves beyond the point of pain.
Flexibility isn’t just a requirement, it’s a way of life for me.
And yet, muscles I somehow didn’t realize had never been used ache ,while I stand in front of the sink, washing Kyrie’s dirty dishes and remembering all the ways I used them, while she happily babbles at her reflection in the mirror attached to her exersaucer.