Chapter 25—
Ash
“ H ey, pretty girl.”
“Ash!” Emily’s bright smile greets me as I slide my ass into a booth.
The diner is packed, and I’m lucky to get the last seat in her section. I was prepared to take on the elderly lady ahead of me, had she not turned to find a spot on the other side.
“You look hungry,” she says, sliding a menu across the table.
I back up against the window, my body angled toward her and my helmet on the bench beside me. “Famished.” I grin.
“Is Mason not with you?”
I try not to take it personally when her eyes flick to the door to check for him before I can reply.
“He wasn’t hungry,” I tell her. “He had a late lunch.”
Not a lie. But I also saw his text about the job for Mr. DeMarco.
I put my elbow up, leaning toward her across the table. “And I wanted to say sorry again in person about not making it yesterday. I feel really bad for canceling on you last minute. ”
Emily shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. I told you I don’t expect a nightly escort. Not by you or Mason.” She nods at the menu in front of me. “So, whatcha in the mood for?”
“You!” I meet her eyes, holding her stare. “And eating you out on this table right here.”
Fuck! My dick gets hard saying the words out loud. I’ve been thinking about her wet pussy all day.
A blush shoots into her cheeks, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows back her shock at the shamelessly audacious statement. I bet she felt her little cunt twitch at the remark too.
Embarrassed, she covers her face with a hand and shakes her head.
“Fine.” I slide the menu across the table and lean back against the window. “I’ll settle for the house burger, medium-rare, side of fries, and iced tea… for now ,” I add presumptuously.
That last part draws a smile from her before she snatches the menu up and leaves to put in my order.
She returns a minute later with my drink, her cheeks still flaring. But as much as I enjoy the pink color on her, I don’t want her to ever feel embarrassed about sex. I love her confidence. I want her to own that passionate side of her and the pleasure she gains from it.
I take out my phone to pass the time. As I scroll through the images of scarcely dressed girls the social media algorithm keeps feeding me, I wish I had photos of Emily in provocative poses.
Like when I watched her masturbate on my bike .
The memory of her sprawled out with her legs hiked around me lives rent-free in my mind, but having a live video would come in handy whenever she’s not around and I need to take care of things myself.
When she brings my food, I stall her again. “I wanna make it up to you,” I prompt, catching hold of her wrist before she can pull it away. “How about I stick around until your break? You can sit with me. Keep me company. I’ll buy you dinner.”
Her button nose scrunched with a laugh. “My meals are free, Ash.”
“Then I’ll add it to your tip.” Anything to get her to sit with me. I need to convince her to come over tonight.
Emily puts up her hand. “Oh my God, stop. I will not accept your money in exchange for my time. I feel bad enough for even considering your guys’ offer to stay at your house. Mason shouldn’t have given me the key.”
“What!” I sit up a little straighter. “When?”
“Last night. When he came over,” she clarifies. “He didn’t tell you?”
He told me he watched her walk home. He didn’t say he went inside her place. Motherfucker!
“Of course not.” Her head gives a shake, reading my surprised expression. “Here!” Then she digs into her front pocket like she’s going to hand me the key back.
“No!” My palms shoot up. “Keep it. I do want you to come over,” I affirm her. “ Tonight!” I stab the table with my forefinger. “Or I’ll be back here tomorrow for the key and the pants you keep it in.”
I’ll rip them right off her body .
“Alright,” she agrees with a soft laugh. “But no waiting for me. I won’t have my dinner break for another hour, and I can’t stand the idea of you hanging around, watching me while I work.”
Oh if she only knew …
“Do you want a second order of that to go?” She motions at my plate, her stance pivoting to leave.
I hesitate for a moment. I don’t know when Mason will be back.
“Just the burger. No fries,” I decide.
It will be cold, but it’s better than nothing, and if I wasn’t constantly reminding him, he’d probably forget to eat.
I finish my food. Emily sets the bill in its faux leather holder upright on the table and lingers.
“Can I interest you in dessert? It’ll be on me,” she tacks on in a teasing lilt.
Oh this woman …
I count out the cash—plus tip—and put it in the holder before handing it back, but I can’t keep a straight face as I slip out of the booth. “Raincheck.”
Rising to full height in front of her, I tilt her chin up. “But I’ll be cashing that in later tonight… and you’ll be on the menu,” I stress, my thumb caressing her as I add, “with a whipped cream topping.”
At the edge of my view, her chest rises as she draws an excited breath, but I don’t lower my eyes to her revealing cleavage from my vantage point. Biting my lip, I drop my gaze to her mouth for a second, letting her speculate whether I intend to kiss her .
“Text me when you leave here,” I say, then my hand falls as I turn away, leaving her hanging.
—
Right after leaving the diner, I texted Emily to make sure she has the address. I’ve taken her to the house on my bike twice, but I don’t want her to get lost driving out here on her own.
Mason still isn’t back. I kept the door to my room open as I fell asleep on my bed. Instead of the sound of his bike, it’s her text saying she’s on her way that wakes me a little after 3 a.m.
I grab a bottle of water and the blue aerosol can from the fridge in the kitchen. Back in my room, I open my music app, then turn the volume up on the Bluetooth speaker next to my bed to prevent falling asleep again.
20 minutes later, I hear the key in the front door.
My lips curl.
I snap the first shot of her when I see her stepping into the hallway.
She catches the sound of the shutter. “What are you doing?” she asks, moving toward me, a timid grin twisting her mouth.
I’m only wearing a pair of boxers, and with my body facing her as I stretch out on the bed, I’m sure she can tell how hard I already am.
“Taking pictures of you.” I hold the phone at a height where I can see both versions of her, the one on the screen and the one coming closer .
Fuck. My cock twitches in response, and she thrives on the attention. She even adds a little sway to her hips like she’s modeling on a catwalk. She’s so goddamn sexy.
“Make love to the camera, baby,” I tell her as her hands come up to her head.
She plays with her hair, fingers dancing around her sensual lips like it’s the most natural thing. Mouth slightly parted and eyes hooded, she’s a vision of pure lust and seduction.
My hips roll on reflex watching her. Turning sideways in the doorway, she arches her back against the frame, using it to accentuate her curves.
My hands turn sweaty as my skin heats. She’s still wearing the skin-tight black tank with her tits bubbling out on top, her jeans hugging every inch of her bottom half.
I want to see her body bend like that naked.
“Strip!” I cue. “Slowly.”
I snap more pictures as she moves to the music, teasing me with the gradual release of her zipper and the shimmying down of her jeans.
I love how much she’s enjoying this.
I toy with my tongue piercing behind my teeth and answer the urge to reach into my boxers to flick the barbell there.
Moaning, I arch off the bed.
Emily’s eyes never stray from me. She’s the epitome of confidence as she raises the tank top overhead, and her long black locks tumble down around her face.
I follow the path, mapping the full mounds of her breasts with the distinct hard tips and along her toned stomach down to the gap between her thighs. I take it all in, the rigid length in my grasp stiffening further at the sight.
When her hands and knees hit the mattress and she crawls up to me, I almost drop my phone; my fingers are so slick.
Letting go of my aching shaft, I lie back as she straddles my lap, thighs spread wide for me. She grinds her hot pussy down on my cock, her body undulating with the rhythm of the music, making my head spin.
Her breasts bounce in the lacy black cups that match her bottoms, and my thumb keeps tapping the screen. I can’t stop. She whips her hair, dancing for me like she’s a professional at a strip club, and I have her in the back room all to myself.
Only it’s better because I’m allowed to touch.
Her eyes finally catch the blue can on my nightstand.
“Extra creamy, huh?” She gestures at the Reddi Wip I got from the fridge along with the water bottle.
“My favorite,” I note. “Since I got to pick dessert.”
A wicked twinkle flickers in her eye. “Are you sharing?”
I grin when I reach for the aerosol can, holding it up. “Knock yourself out.”
Emily bites her bottom lip, and my toes curl when her fingernails tease the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down slowly while backing up.
Enjoying the view of my insistent hard-on, she takes the can and gives it a shake. I keep my phone ready. I don’t want to miss this.
Her left hand stands me up, granting me a few lazy pumps in her firm grasp. I have to use all my self-control to hold my hips still at the feel of her touch .
With her hungry eyes studying me, she tips the can upside down and aligns the nozzle. But she stalls. Her thumb flicks the metal ring going through the hypersensitive skin below the head.
The anticipation is killing me. More blood pumps into my cock, letting me feel the thrumming pulse against her palm.
Engaging the aerosol can at last, she draws a thick, white line from the piercing across the entire tip of my dick as if to mark a path for her tongue to follow, because in the next beat, she dips and traces the line up.
Holy shit, she feels good. I clutch my phone, my eyes nearly rolling back as her tongue lolls around the head, flicking and swirling with a ravenous passion.