Chapter 16 Ashton
I threw the covers off me and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
I had trouble sleeping because of what had gone down between Chanel and me.
There was a lot of intentional flirting between the two of us, and while I was officially divorced, I was troubled about the implications of me messing with her.
I knew that if something jumped off, it wouldn’t be casual for me. I didn’t know about Chanel, but I didn’t do casual. Although I was protective, there was only so much hiding her that I could do before someone figured it out.
Muffin’s ass would stop the bullshit about dragging Chanel’s name, or she would regret the fuck out of it.
My ex-wife was no longer under my umbrella of protection, but Chanel was.
I wasn’t about to stand back and watch Muffin fuck over her either.
She chose to step out of my protection by fucking other niggas.
I never looked the other way. The minute I would learn about what she was doing, I rolled up on them niggas and beat the fuck out of ’em.
My rage had me leaving niggas for dead. But I was foolish enough, time after time, to take Muffin back, and now she was ruining my life in a different way. That shit was about to stop.
I headed back upstairs, making a mental note to restock my mini fridge in my room with water. There was only juice in there now, and I only wanted water in the middle of the night. As I walked back to the top of the stairs, I thought I heard something.
I froze in the middle of the hallway. Straining my ears, I tried to detect where the noise was coming from, and I realized that it was Titan. He was whimpering about something. I headed across the hall from my room to Chanel’s door. She still slept with it partially open.
Sticking my head inside, I saw my dog sitting at the side of her bed, nudging her hand, which hung over the side of the bed. He was whining. I walked inside and patted his head. “Go to sleep, boy.”
He lay back down, and I headed to the door. Just as I was about to close the door, I heard another sound. Turning around, I saw Chanel wiggling in bed, and she was whimpering. I realized that Titan had been mimicking the sound he heard from her.
I rushed to Chanel’s side. “Chanel,” I called gently.
After calling her name two more times, I touched her hand.
She still didn’t wake up, but she kept whimpering.
I hated seeing her like that. I wanted to fuck up the world for her sake, and I knew that wasn’t good.
I was falling for this woman, and I didn’t need that.
I couldn’t take another heartbreak on the heels of coming off one.
Worse than that, I worried that I might be the one to hurt her while I was trying to protect my heart.
“Chanel, sweetheart, wake up.” I shook her a little, and her eyes flew open.
“Hey, it’s just me. You were having a bad dream,” I explained as she looked warily at me.
Chanel sat up and grabbed me. She held me tight, and I could feel the moisture seeping from her eyes as she cried. I rubbed her back and shushed her. “I’m here, and I swear nothing will get to you.”
“I can’t take too much more of this, Ashton.”
“You ain’t gotta worry about that,” I replied in a gruff voice before clearing my throat.
It bothered me that she was crying like she was.
Chanel was a strong woman, and she worked her ass off to prove herself in a male-dominated industry.
I had never seen her weak or down before until this stalker shit started.
“But I do until this situation is resolved. It’s starting to get to me and bringing up bad memories, Ash.”
“I’ve got your back, no matter what. You hear me? That protection that I be talking about, . . . you’re under that shit now. The way I’m gonna be about you and all over you, your li’l ass won’t be able to breathe.”
She clutched my T-shirt and stared into my eyes. “Don’t let me breathe, Ash,” she whispered.
All the restraint I had been holding onto for the last few weeks, I threw that shit out the window.
I gripped the back of her neck and covered her mouth with mine.
Her tongue was warm, and the faint taste of toothpaste and mouthwash clung to her mouth when she opened it for me. I licked around inside of her mouth.
Chanel moved onto my lap and straddled me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands slid underneath her satin nightshirt and tugged it up higher, until I could rub my hands up and down the smooth skin on her back.
“Ash, I want you. I’ve been wanting you for so long now,” she whispered against my lips as her fingers tugged at my hair.
I had been meaning to get it braided again for the last couple of days, but I had been wearing it in a ponytail.
My usual routine had been thrown off after Chanel’s car and apartment were vandalized.
“I know.”
“Do you want me?”
“I don’t just want you, Chanel. I fucking need you like I need my heart to beat.”
“The dog,” she whispered.
I turned and looked over my shoulder at Titan staring at us. “Titan. Out.”
He barked, jumped up, and ran out of the bedroom. I stood with Chanel wrapped around my body. Her legs clung to me and her arms tightened around my neck. Her lips were glued to mine as I walked to the door and kicked it closed.
We returned to the bed, and I laid her down. She reached for me and balled my T-shirt in her hand. “You’re gonna rip it.”
“It’s in my way. I need to touch every part of you, Ash.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Chanel placed her hands against my chest, and her gaze lifted to mine. She pressed the palms of her hands hard against my chest as if she needed every surface of her hand to touch me.
Slowly, she slid them up to cup my face, dragged them down my shoulders and arms before she clasped my hands. I kissed her again, slow and deep, but intoxicatingly sweet. The way that she squirmed underneath me and pressed up against me, I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
She reached down again and slid her hands over my abs, swirling her fingers through the silken hair that lay there. My chest tightened, and I held my breath the lower her fingers dipped. When she slid past my basketball shorts and found that I wore no underwear, her heated, surprised gaze met mine.
She gripped my dick and stroked. My head dropped back against the headboard, and I sucked in a breath. It had been a whole damn year since I’d been with a woman. As tempted as I had been to be with someone, I wouldn’t fuck around on my wife—and I damn sure wouldn’t fuck my wife.
Chanel shifted, never dropping my gaze. She slid her panties aside with one hand and held my dick with the other. When she sank down on me, I stopped breathing. Her hands rested on my shoulders, and she whispered, “I’m about to push you deeper inside of me, Ash. I need you to breathe.”
My hands gripped her hips as she wound them and gyrated on me. The more she gyrated, the deeper she sank, until I was buried deep inside of her. Holding her tight so that we didn’t lose our connection, I slid down the bed. She worked me over, and I almost lost my mind.
“Fuck! What are you doing to me, woman?” I growled.
“Claiming what I want,” she whispered, working her hips like magic.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Chanel. I shouldn’t even fucking be here.”
“But you are. Relax and enjoy the moment.”
“Gahdamn, girl.” I grunted as she rubbed my balls and contracted her pussy all around me.
“I promise that I won’t have any regrets about this in the morning. I want to make you feel good tonight, and I want the same from you.”
“You’re saying everything I wanna hear, girl. What’re you trying to do, li’l bit?”
“Make you know what it feels like to be with a woman. One who is self-assured and knows your worth.”
“Unleash me, woman. You’re driving me up a fucking wall. Your words. This pussy. Your body. Gahdamn!”
She gripped her nightshirt in her hands, but I tugged it free.
Pulling it up and over her head, I tossed the satiny material onto the floor.
I licked my lips at the sight before me—the curve of her hips, the little strip of hair between her thighs, the flatness of her pierced belly, and the swell of her tiny breasts.
I was surprised that she had piercings in her nipples.
I had never seen a hint of them before, not even when she wore the bikini, swimming.
“Nipple pads,” she whispered as she answered my unspoken question.
“Why?” I whispered back in a gruff tone.
“Personal. Intimate. Not for the world to see. Only my lover, the man lucky enough to have me at that moment.”
“I’m feeling lucky as hell right now, ma.”
“You damn sure are lucky, but I’m feeling a bit blessed, too, sitting on this curved dick the way that I am.”
Chanel pulled her top lip between her teeth, rested her hands on my chest, and rode the hell out of my dick. I pushed up inside of her and smoothed my hands over her ass. It bounced each time that she sank down on me.
I smacked her ass as her breasts jiggled in my face. Each time I leaned up to try to suck one, she rose and arched back.
Chanel was fine as hell. Despite her being petite, she had thick thighs and a big ass. Her upper body was tiny, and she only had a handful of breasts, but they were perfect to fill my big ass hands.
I gripped them and gently pulled her back to me. Lowering my head, I sucked her nipple into my mouth before I sucked her entire breast in.
“Oh shit, Ashton,” she cried out.
Using my core muscles, I pushed up into her as hard as I could, until I knocked the wind out of her. She rocked forward and gripped my shoulders tighter. Her thighs pressed hard against mine, and her pussy clenched all around me.
“This what you’ve been wanting, Chanel?”
“Mmm, yeah,” she cried out as she gyrated hard and wild.
I flipped her over onto her back, pulled her leg up and over my shoulder, and pressed her other leg out and to the side.
“Damn, Ash. I’m not a chicken wing. You can’t be folding me up this way to get it.”
“I’m gonna fold you and flip you whatever way I need to so that you can know that I’m no joke.”
“I know it. Shit! I feel you in my kidneys.”
“I need you to feel me in your medulla oblongata. I’m trying to tap into that spinal cord and leave some shit on your brain.”
“Ohhh.” She cried out as I thrust hard and powerfully into her.
She tried pulling her leg down, but I gripped it so hard, pressing my thumb into the back of her thigh to keep it up.
Chanel tried flipping and flopping like a fish out of water, but I wasn’t letting her little ass get away. I needed to be deep in her ocean.
I slid my free hand up her abdomen and toyed with the belly ring that she normally kept hidden by high waisted pants or a skirt.
I slid out of her and took another nipple in my mouth. This time, I took my time with it and flipped the captive bead ring in her nipple with my tongue. I tugged it with my teeth lightly at first and kept applying pressure until her eyes closed, and she hissed as her back arched.
She looped my hair around her fist. “You like my Cbrs?”
“I love how they make you react,” I explained, gripping her neck and squeezing.
“If you’re going to do all this kinky shit, do it while you’re buried inside of me, Ash.”
“You ain’t said nothing but a word, ma,” I replied, sliding inside of her.
She clenched around me and squeezed even tighter as I squeezed her neck and leaned down once more to toy with her Cbr.
“Ohh, fuck! You’re gonna make me cum, Ash.”
I thrust deep inside of her until she slid her legs around my back and lifted her ass off the bed. I released her neck and rubbed her clitoris softly and slowly and then sped up. I alternated speeds and then slid a finger inside of her pussy with my dick as I slowly rocked into her.
“Ashton!” Her voice was a high-pitched wail as her eyes bucked, and her mouth went slack. I kept the movements up, even as I lowered my head to take her other Cbr into my mouth to toy with it before I sucked her breath away.
She cried, and tears fell from underneath her closed lids.
The minute she released on me, I moved back slightly, flipped her onto her belly, and gripped her arms behind her back.
She scooted back just enough for her feet to dangle over the side of the bed.
I kicked her legs apart and drove into her again.
My movements were fast and sharp as I swept across her walls.
She could barely catch her breath as I basked in the silken confines of her folds.
When I finally bust a nut and released her arms, I smirked as she collapsed onto the bed and immediately fell asleep again.
I headed into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and cleaned myself before I returned and did the same to her.
She barely moved as I cleaned her up, and I knew her little ass was tired.
I decided to spend the rest of the night in bed with her so that she would feel secure, and I could chase away the bad dreams.
It wasn’t until I was drifting off into sleep that I realized we hadn’t bothered with protection, nor had we talked about our statuses.