Chapter 7 #2
“Your emotions are fragile.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and I lean into his touch.
“I’m not going to break, Ashton. I know your reputation. You sleep with a girl once and then you move on.”
His eyes flicker, and he frowns. “Is that all you want? One night?”
I’m not stupid to think that he’d give me more than that. “I’ll take what I can get with the hottest player on the Narwhals.” I smirk, and he pulls away.
“What’d I say?” I sit up in bed, confused. “I’ve seen the girls you bed. I’ve heard things from Luca. You don’t do relationships. I’m telling you I’m okay with that.”
“You say that now, but I know you’re not.”
Why is he second-guessing what I’m saying? “Is this because I’ve never had sex with a guy? “I’ve done other stuff…” I say and trail off. “Just because I haven’t had a dick in me, it doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love with the first guy who fucks me.”
He laughs darkly.
“What’s so funny?” I sit up in bed, scooting to the edge, and Ashton is right there beside me.
“Let’s not fight,” he says.
“You’re the one telling me you know me better than I know myself.” I stand, needing some space. It’s crazy how much the one guy I have feelings for has the ability to turn me on and make me hate him at the same time.
Except, I don’t actually hate him.
I’m just really angry with him for making decisions without me.
“If you’re not going to be my first, I’ll find someone else downstairs who’s willing to have sex with me.” I’m egging him on. If he won’t be reasonable, then I guess that means he’ll be miserable tonight.
Makes two of us.
I glare at him as I head for his bedroom door.
“Chase just broke up with his girlfriend. I’m sure he’d be excited to get back in the sack for rebound sex,” I say.
“You’re not fucking Chase Lancaster,” Ashton growls at me.
“If he’s not interested, there’s Liam, your other roommate,” I say. “I hear he’s into friends-with-benefits, and I could really use a friend right now.”
Ashton throws his arms into the air.
“For fuck’s sake, Nova, I am your friend!” He leaps off the bed and blocks me from leaving. He grabs my arm, spinning me around. “If you want me to fuck you, just say so.”
“I’ve been saying that!” I shout at him, and his mouth is on me, hard, fast, furious.
It’s rough and exhilarating.
He claws at my Narwhals jersey and yanks it forcefully over my head. He tosses it across the room and lifts me into his arms.
My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the bed and lays me down against the mattress.
His mouth is on me, and as he kisses a path down my neck, over that sensitive bit of flesh; he nips it and I moan.
Ashton chuckles, and his hands work my pants down. “Lift your hips,” he mumbles against my neck, helping me out of my clothes as he kisses his way down my body.
Clad in panties and a bra, I scoot back on the mattress while Ashton quickly disrobes, leaving absolutely nothing on.
My eyes don’t seem to leave his cock, admiring the sight of it.
“First time seeing one in the flesh?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.
“I’ve done stuff with my high school boyfriend,” I say.
“You broke up with him last year?” Ashton asks, clearly remembering me telling him about it.
“Yes.”
Ashton’s kisses are soft and warm, peppering his way across my chest, focusing on my breasts. “Tell me what you liked and what you didn’t.”
“Oral,” I say as he kisses my bra straps down and then unfastens the clasp, removing me of the undergarment.
“Love it or hate it?” Ashton asks. His mouth moves across my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple, and I arch into him.
Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Can’t say the same for that high school ex.
“Didn’t particularly love it,” I confess. “Just felt really wet and odd.”
Ashton’s lips move across my stomach and to my navel. My stomach flutters as he drops soft butterfly kisses across my skin and his fingers hook into my panties, sliding them down my thighs.
“Would you be willing to try it again? Or is it a hard no?” Ashton asks.
“Once,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him. “But you don’t have to—I thought we were having sex.”
He smiles and lifts my hips, guiding my legs over his shoulders. “Baby, we are. I’m just getting started.”
My pulse quickens as his breath tickles and nuzzles my pussy, the anticipation a sweet type of agony that I can’t say I’ve ever felt.
It might also be his confidence, making me a bit more comfortable.
Ashton kisses and licks my folds, using his tongue to fuck me while he slowly guides his ministrations up along my clit.
But he doesn’t touch it. He goes everywhere the fuck around it with his tongue, swirling and making a pattern as he taps and licks, sucks and grazes the one spot that craves contact.
My hands bunch at the bedsheets, tangling between my fingers, clenching as he caresses that sweet perfect spot and works me into a tizzy.
My legs begin to tremble and my body quakes as heat roars through me.
“Come for me, baby,” Ashton mumbles and continues his pace, bringing me flying over the edge as wetness seeps out of me and he licks every last drop.
“Verdict?” he asks, not the least bit concerned about how I’ll answer.
“That’s what it’s supposed to feel like?” I rasp, sitting up in bed, trying to catch my breath as Ashton leans in and kisses me.
“You’ve never had an orgasm before?” he guesses.
I blush and glance away nervously.
Ashton guides my chin up to meet his stare. His eyes shine. “Don’t ever hide from me,” he says with such conviction, my breath catches in my throat.
“Never,” I whisper.
“And you’re absolutely adorable when you come.”
“Now it’s your turn.” I smirk and push him onto his back, straddling him.
“We are not doing cowgirl for your first time,” Ashton says.
My eyes narrow, wondering why the hell not, but that wasn’t what I was intending. “I want to try to get you off with my tongue. Will you—guide me?” I ask.
I’m not nearly as skilled as Ashton is in oral, but I want him to feel amazing.
My kisses move lower across his chest and down his abdomen.
Ashton groans and rests his hands on my shoulders. “I want to say yes, but if you wrap your tongue around my cock, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop you tonight. Let’s just focus on you.”
“Quit being a gentleman; it’s so unlike you,” I grumble at him, and he laughs.
“A gentleman would buy you dinner before taking you to bed,” Ashton says, and then his brow pinches.
I glare at him. “If you so much as think of stopping, I’ll end you.”
He smiles and leans in, his lips brushing against mine. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He rolls us around on the bed, putting me on my back, his lips on my neck and his fingers between my thighs, teasing my folds apart.
I glide my hand across his stomach and then lower, grazing the head of his cock with my thumb. “You can’t tell me you’re ready yet,” I argue with him and wrestle Ashton onto his back, wanting control.
“You’re not going down on me, Nova,” he growls.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I mock him with his own words.
Ashton snarls at me, but I know it’s all playful—at least I think it is—until he whips us around and tackles me again on my back.
His mouth descends on mine, silencing me before I have time to object.
His hands press my hands into the mattress, intertwining our fingers together.
Those lips. His kisses.
My insides melt, and all thoughts of dominating him float away.
He grinds against my hips, and damn, do I feel ready to come undone all over again.
One hand relinquishes its grip as he guides his fingers across my hip, his touch tantalizing and burning a trail like hot embers over my skin.
The room swelters as my body heats up once again, solely from his touch.
He nuzzles my neck, his kisses and lips find that spot that has my toes curling from just his breath.
How the hell does he manage to do that?
I whimper and shudder, the heat radiating through me, and I briefly wonder if I might physically burn him.
Ashton’s lips suckle on my neck before gliding down to my breasts as he guides one finger into my warmth. “Relax,” he whispers against my skin, his mouth moving back up to mine.
“Hard to relax,” I mumble through half-lidded eyes as his fingers dance inside my pussy and he guides a second finger into me, stretching me.
“You said hard.” Ashton grins down at me.
I glare at him, and my silence is met with a searing kiss to my lips. My mouth parts, wanting to taste him.
Our tongues delve together, fighting for control, but I let him lead this one time, because he certainly knows what the hell he’s doing.
My body is atingle from his fingers and earlier with his tongue.
I don’t know how long I’ll last before the next wave surfaces.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I whisper between heated kisses.
Ashton glides a third finger, stretching me, and the pain feels amazing.
My back arches off the mattress, toes curling as I feel close. “Ashton, I’m going to—”
He keeps the same rhythm and pace, his fingers curling inside of my pussy as the first wave assaults me and my body trembles against the mattress.
Our mouths fuse together, my tongue pushing past his lips, craving more, needing him more than anything right now.
It’s like watching a firefly in the darkness of a summer’s night, and I’m chasing after it, trying to catch it.
“Come for me, Nova,” Ashton whispers, and his breath, his voice, the fact I’m actually here, in his bed, is enough to draw me over the edge.
Trembling and gasping, my body gives in as I groan his name in ecstasy.
I collapse against the mattress, gasping for breath, trying to draw air into my lungs as my heart pounds wildly against my ribcage.
“You said you’d fuck me,” I rasp, glaring at him.
“Sweetheart, we’re not done,” Ashton says as he grabs a condom and sheaths it before he climbs above me.
I’m glad he was thinking ahead because my brain is in such a haze that I’d have forgotten protection.
Hell, I can barely even remember my own name right now.