Chapter 7 #2
The next thrust punched the air from my lungs. I braced harder against the wall, trying to find leverage, and Ash’s hand moved from my hip to thread his fingers through the back crisscross of my shoulder holster. He yanked me back onto him, and the new angle made me choke on a scream.
“Is that what you wanted?” His voice was rough against my ear, wrecked and dark. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about when we fight?”
I couldn’t answer. Could barely breathe. His hips snapped forward again, using the holster for leverage, pulling me back to meet each thrust. The leather strap dug into my shoulders, and the small bite of pain only made everything sharper and more intense.
“Answer me.” He bit down on my earlobe, hard enough to make me gasp.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” The words came out broken. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
His grip on the holster tightened, and he picked up the pace.
The wet sounds of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the narrow corridor, mixing with our harsh breathing and the small desperate noises I couldn’t quite suppress.
My tactical pants were shoved down just far enough to be useful, bunched around my thighs, and the restriction made everything more intense.
I couldn’t spread my legs wider, couldn’t move much at all, just had to take whatever he gave me.
And what he gave me was everything. Hard and rough and desperate, the weeks of tension finally breaking apart. He dropped his hand from my throat, and I missed it instantly. At least until his fingers wrapped around my cock and I nearly lost it right there.
“You’re so fucking hard,” he said against my neck, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “I’ve been wanting to touch you like this since the first time I saw you.”
I tried to respond, but he changed his angle slightly and nailed that place inside me that made my knees buckle for real. Only his grip on the holster kept me upright, kept me pinned exactly where he wanted me.
“That’s it.” His breath was hot against my ear. “Let me hear you.”
I bit down on my forearm again, just to spite him, but a low moan escaped anyway.
Ash’s hand moved faster on my cock, his hips driving into me with enough force that I’d have bruises tomorrow.
The thought made something dark and possessive curl in my gut.
They would be evidence. Proof that this happened, that he’d marked me, that I was his as much as I was feral and desperate to make him mine.
“Going to come for me?” His teeth scraped over my pulse point. “Going to let me feel it?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes, I’m close.”
He yanked harder on the holster, pulling me back onto him, and his hand twisted just right around my cock.
The dual sensations were too much. Pleasure crashed through me so hard I saw white, my whole body going tight and then liquid.
I came across his fist and the concrete wall, biting down on my lip to muffle the sounds trying to tear out of my throat.
Ash groaned low and desperate against my shoulder, his rhythm faltering. His teeth sank into the muscle between my neck and shoulder as he came, and I felt the sharp sting even through the haze of my own orgasm.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just stayed pressed together against the wall, breathing hard and coming down slowly.
Then reality crashed back in.
We were in a corridor at work. We’d just fucked where anyone could have walked in. I’d just let him take me raw.
Fuck.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Ash pulled out carefully, and the loss was intense.
I heard him dealing with the mess behind me and felt the wet dribble of cum dripping down my thighs.
It made my face burn. When I finally got my shaking hands to cooperate enough to pull my pants up, I could feel his release, slick and undeniable as it dampened my pants.
I turned around slowly, still fumbling with my zipper. He was watching me as he tucked himself away, his expression unreadable. His makeup was destroyed, and I knew it would be smeared damningly across my throat and jaw.
The silence stretched between us, thick with the aftermath. Neither of us moved. We stood there in the dim corridor, breathing hard, and I could still feel the ghost of him inside me; still feel the ache that was starting to settle in my hips and thighs.
This changed nothing.
We’d scratched an itch, that was all.
“We should get back,” I said, and my voice came out rougher than I intended. “Finish closing.”
Ash’s jaw tightened. “Right. Yeah.”
I bent to grab my wallet from where it had fallen out of my pocket, and a sharp pain shot through my lower back. Tomorrow was going to be hell. I’d be sore in places I couldn’t explain to anyone who asked.
Good. I wanted to feel it, and I was perverted enough to enjoy that dirty little secret.
When I straightened, Ash was watching me like the hunter he’d been playing at all season. He still looked hungry, like once wasn’t enough. Like he wanted to go again right here, consequences be damned.
My cock twitched despite having just come. Traitor.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I said.
“Like what?”
“Like you want round two.”
His mouth curved into a grin. “What if I—”
“Don’t.” I cut him off, my voice sharper than intended. “Don’t make this into something it’s not.”
His jaw clenched, and I watched him rearrange his body, straightening and crossing his arms over his chest. “What is it then?”
“What it is,” I said, “is we both needed to get it out of our systems. That’s all.”
He nodded slowly. Good, he understood. No expectations meant no one got hurt.
“Right.” He adjusted his own holster, no longer meeting my eyes. “Out of our systems.”
I moved past him, deliberately brushing against him on the way. “But that guy you were talking to earlier,” I said. “Tell him you’re busy on the weekend.”
Ash’s laugh was low and dangerous. “That an order?”
“Take it however you want.” I glanced back at him, and whatever he saw in my face made his eyes darken. “But if I see him touching you again, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
For a moment, I thought he was about to call me out on my bullshit. Might point out that possessiveness implied something more than just sex against a wall. Especially when I’d ended up being the one to take it up the ass.
But instead, he just smiled, all teeth and challenge that made him sinfully attractive.
“Guess we’ll find out.”
***
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Ash’s hands on me, his mouth and teeth biting me.
The marks on my throat were visible in the bathroom mirror when I got up, dark and obvious.
They should have pissed me off or made me stress about covering them up before work.
Instead, I traced them with my fingers and felt heat curl in my gut.
By the time Tuesday evening rolled around, I was a mess. I showed up early, which was a mistake, because Ash was already in the changing room. He looked up when I walked in, and his eyes went immediately to my throat.
I hadn’t covered the marks.
Dark satisfaction crossed his face before he went back to getting dressed without saying anything. His silence just added to the tension between us, the space filled with all the things we never voiced out loud.
The other performers arrived in drips and drabs, filtering in with the quiet energy of night shift workers adjusting to being awake. I waited for someone to notice, to say something about the obvious bite mark on my throat. It was only Riley who did a double-take and flashed one of her manic grins.
“Rough weekend?” she asked.
“Something like that.”
She didn’t push, just headed to her locker. I relaxed slightly. Maybe I could get away with this. Maybe no one had to know.
Except.
Except I left them visible on purpose, hadn’t I? I could’ve worn a turtleneck. Could’ve thrown on concealer. Instead, I’d walked in here wearing a black t-shirt that showed everything. I was practically daring someone to call me out and ask uncomfortable questions, and god, that was fucked up.
I tried not to think about it and did my best to lose myself in my performance. It was pretty busy for a Tuesday night, but we were getting closer to Halloween now, and as much as I was loath to admit it, Ash’s presence on the team had a larger draw than Taylor’s ever had.
Of course, my professionalism cracked the moment Ash and I collided in our first fight sequence.
I felt everything pull. I felt the ache in my ass and the throbbing where his teeth had been on my throat, and it spiraled from there.
I remembered how I’d had him leaking out of me on the drive home, how I’d had to clean myself up in the shower in a way I hadn’t done in years.
It was all there, right at the front of my brain, flushing my skin and racing straight to my cock.
My focus was scattered. Ash’s eyes locked on mine, and I knew he felt it too. Knew he was thinking about the corridor, about my face pressed against the wall, and about the sounds I’d made as he’d nailed me there.
Our fight was sloppy, the timing was off, and we had to soft-reset twice. The crowd didn’t seem to notice, but I felt every mistake, every moment where my body was remembering instead of performing.
When Ash pinned me during the second sequence and his hand landed on my throat, I almost lost it. His fingers were right there over the marks he’d made with his teeth. His thumb pressed down, gently but deliberately, and I had to bite back an undignified sound.
“Focus,” he said under his breath. That was usually my line. The thing I had to say to him every time he got cocky and tried to go off script.
“Fuck you.”
“I already did.” His smile was almost cruel. “Want to take my cock again?”
No, I didn’t want to take it again.
I wanted to shove him down and fuck him until the smug look melted off his face. I wanted to see how cocky he’d be when he was the one bent over, when he was the one losing control.
“‘Cause I want to put it in you. Hard.”
“Next time,” I snarled. “It’ll be you face first against a wall.”
A challenge flickered in his eyes.
“Oh, you’ll need to catch me first.”
He released me and moved back, disappearing into the smoke. The crowd was screaming, and I could hear the music thumping, but all I knew was the adrenaline kicking through my system. The thrill of the chase.
We weren’t supposed to go off script like this. But management wanted realism and for the energy to feel raw and dangerous.
They were about to get exactly what they had asked for.
I launched after him.
Game on.