Chapter 15 #2
Hash’s hand glides over to my leg, resting on my upper thigh as he digs his fingers into my pale flesh until the surrounding skin turns red from the pressure.
“If I slide my finger up your pretty slit, am I going to find you wet for me or him?” My lips part as Hash’s hand rubs up my thigh until he reaches the area that’s throbbing for him.
Sliding my thong to the side, he runs his thick finger up my slit.
“Fucking drenched,” he growls before flicking my clit. “Answer me.”
“It’s for you.” I gasp. “It’s always for you.”
“Fucking always.” Hash drags his finger back down, circling my entrance before shoving his thick finger inside to the hilt.
My head flies back, slightly bouncing off the seat rest, and I let out a long, embarrassing moan. The pace he sets is fast as he builds me up in record time. My inner walls flex around his finger, the welcoming tingle burning at the base of my spine.
I slide down slightly in the leather seat and tilt my hips up in hopes of giving him better access. Logically, I know this is a bad idea. A very bad idea. But for some reason when it comes to him, I’ve never been able to get my body and head on the same page.
My moans are growing higher pitched the faster he goes, sending me to the edge but not over it.
I squeal as Hash takes a sharp right turn and slams on the brakes, making my eyes fly open as the tires screech to a stop. I’m throbbing around his finger that’s still inside of me, begging for a release.
“Why are we stopping?” I ask as I look around the dark alley.
Hash spares me a side glance, his face giving away nothing other than he still looks just as mad as he did back at Bella Vita. He opens his car door and slams it shut before walking around the front of the car, heading straight toward me.
I should have gotten my shit together and got the hell out of here, but all I could do was watch his ass in dress pants. There’s something so sexy about a man dressing up who usually only wears jeans and tees.
My eyes follow Hash until he’s at my side of the car and opening my door.
“What are you — eeek!” Hash yanks me out of the car and drags me behind him until we’re standing in front of the car.
His green eyes are glowing in the night, the street lamps casting shadows around us.
I’m lost in them, like he put me in a trance as I stand in front of him, unable to move.
His poker face conceals the hard lines on his face.
Any normal person would be uneasy and not know what’s going to happen next, but not me.
I see the fire in his eyes, fueled by anger from tonight and desire from wanting me.
“What are we doing out here?” I ask, trying to get anything out of him.
Hash remains silent as he brings his hand to my face, lightly cupping my jaw. His thumb traces my bottom lip as if committing it to memory. My tongue flicks out when he pulls my lip down slightly and licks the tip of his finger. I’m dying to get any sort of taste of him.
His nostrils flare as his attention moves to mouth. Before I can blink, I’m whirled around so I’m facing the car. Hash’s firm hand presses against the middle of my back, leaving me no choice but to bend over. My breasts press into the hood, spilling out of my dress.
“Hash, seriously—” I say as I try to lift my head up. The hand that was pressed firmly in the middle of my back tangles in my hair, getting a good grip before shoving my head back down, leaving me no choice but for my cheek to be smooshed against the hood.
Hash nudges my ankle with his boot, making me widen my stance as he steps between them, owning the space. The hem of my dress is flipped up and over my ass. A shiver runs down my spine as the cool night air hits it.
A loud moan rips from my throat as Hash’s hand comes down hard on my ass. The smack echoing throughout the alley.
“That’s one,” Hash growls.
“What was that for?” I ask, my voice rising from a mix of being turned on and pissed off.
I should be embarrassed that my ass is out on display as I’m bent over the hood of a car, but the thought of someone walking by and seeing us is only adding fuel to the fire that’s burning between my legs.
Hash runs his rough palm over the skin he just marked, soothing it just enough to keep the edge of the burn away before lifting his hand and smacking the same spot again.
I lurch forward, pressing my hips deeper into the car until the metal is digging into my hips. I’m inhaling and exhaling sharply through the burn.
“Two.”
“Hash, if you don’t answer me, so help me—” Smack. “Fuck,” I cry, the pain and pleasure almost too much to take. I can feel the evidence of what he’s doing to me trickling down the inside of my thigh.
Smack.
“Three.”
“Hash!” I scream at the top of my lungs, not caring if it draws attention.
His hand leaves my hair and covers my mouth and nose, making it hard to breathe.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls in my ear. “You’re to stay bent over the hood of my fucking car and take your punishment like the bad girl you are.” A tingle runs down my spine at the feel of his warm breath hitting the shell of my ear. “You think you can date another man?”
Hash removes his hand from my mouth, but I stay silent, unsure of what to say because I stupidly thought he would never find out about Jason.
“Answer me!” Hash roars.
“It didn’t mean anything!” I scream back.
“Wrong answer, baby doll.” Hash presses his hips into my raw ass, making me wince in pain. I’m not in enough pain to push back into him at the feel of his hard cock through his dress pants.
“It wasn’t what it looked like.” I try again, hoping anything will get me out of the trapped pleasurable misery I’m in.
“Really?” he draws, his voice taking on a sinister edge. “Because from where I was sitting, it was exactly what it fucking looked like. Now, baby doll, I’m going to give you one chance to tell me why you would go and do something like that?”
Shit.
I can’t think when he’s pressed up against me like this. Having him this close when I haven’t been with him in almost two years is making my head spin. The only thought I have is how I want my sheets to smell like him again.
“Don’t make me count to three,” he warns.
Crap.
What did he ask again?
“One…”
Oh yeah, the date.
“Two…”
“Wait, I—”
“Three.” Smack.
My back bows from the contact, this one harder than the others. I’m a sobbing, dripping mess. Incoherent pleas and begs are leaving my lips as I squirm against the car, hoping he will give in and give me any sort of relief.
The sound of his zipper has me pausing.
“You don’t deserve my cock. But watching you take your spankings so well has me rock fucking hard.
I’ve been in a bad way since I walked out your door.
It’s time I give us what we’ve both been craving.
” Just as I’m about to agree with him and tell him I’ll do anything he wants, Hash slams home without warning, stuffing me full.
The scream I let out earlier is nothing compared to this one. I feel whole again, with his thick cock filling every inch of me. My walls pulse around him, seconds away from my first orgasm.
“Yeah,” Hash growls. “Milk my fucking cock, baby doll.” Hash’s hand is back in my hair, giving it a hard tug, leaving me no choice but to let my head fall back.
“Look at me. Fucking look at me.” He gives me just enough leash to angle my head, so he’s filling my vision.
“Yeah, that’s it. Give me those baby blues. ”
As soon as we lock eyes, I’m done for. The primal need shining in his eyes sends me over the edge, clenching his cock in a vice grip, and I flutter around him.
Hash picks up the pace, fucking me through my orgasm.
Two more thrusts and he follows suit, spilling deep inside.
I can feel pulse after pulse of come filling me.
Hash lazily thrusts a few more times as we both come down. The evidence of us seeps out, coating my inner thighs. He takes a step back and adjusts himself as I fly up into a standing position in a hurry, the bottom part of my dress falling back into place.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” Hash asks, no longer pissed off as he takes in my expression. “What’s the matter with you?”
“What’s the matter with me?” I ask as I cock my head as I widen my eyes. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“So?” Hash shrugs before he unbuttons the rest of his shirt and slides out of it. “Here, let me clean you up.”
I grab his wrist when he goes for the area that could go another round with him, halting him.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he asks, irritation coming back.
“My problem is I’m not on birth control, and I don’t want another baby right now.” I can’t be the only one who sees the problem with this situation, right?
“If it happens, we’ll deal.”
We’ll deal?
Now it’s my turn to be pissed.
“Have you lost your fucking mind? The last time I was pregnant, we didn’t deal. I did. You think I’m going to just assume this time around will be different and you’ll be this all-star dad?”
That was a low blow, and I know it. But damn him for acting like this isn’t a big deal.
“Watch it, Aisling,” Hash warns. “I let you get your shots in, but now we’re moving on and working through this shit.
I finally got inside my pussy that I haven’t been in for almost two years.
You don’t want to piss me off right now.
You’re lucky you’ve got a magical cunt, and I came hard after the shit you pulled tonight with that fucking douchebag. ”
“I don’t know what there is to work through,” I sass. We both know it’s a lie. The feelings and attraction never went away. “And I didn’t pull any shit tonight.”
“Get the fuck in the car.”
I glare at him before I walk over to the passenger side and slide in. I’m not in the mood to stand out here in the middle of a dark alley arguing with him when I know it’s not going to go anywhere.
“Can I have your shirt to sit on?” I ask once Hash is inside the car. I can feel myself leaking all over the seat, and as much joy as it would bring me to ruin something of his, I don’t want to sit in it for the ride home.
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s what I said.” Hash reverses out of the alley and pulls onto the street, heading toward my house.
“But I’m leaking all over your seat.”
“You should have thought about that when I offered to clean you up, but you started bitchin’ at me instead.”
“Bitching at you?” I ask, my voice rising. “I was freaked out over something very serious, Hash! That’s not bitching. I hope your swimmers ruin your seat.”
“Seats are leather, babe. It’ll wipe right off.”
Crossing my arms, I lean back in the seat and glare out the passenger window.
How did my life become such a fucking mess?
It isn’t long before Hash pulls into my tiny driveway and parks behind my car.
“What are you doing?” I ask as Hash kills the engine.
“I’m staying the night.”
“Uhh, no, you’re not.”
“I remember a time when you were practically begging me to stay the night.” Hash smirks before climbing out of the car.
Oh, he did not.
I get out and slam my door shut as I stomp after him. “I never once begged you to stay in my bed.”
“Uh huh,” Hash mumbles. I can hear the smirk in his voice.
Frankie left the front porch light on for me, making it easy to find my keys out of my bag. Hash’s hand comes down on mine, taking the keys out of my grasp, and unlocks the door, letting himself in.
“Hash, you aren’t staying the night. I’m being serious,” I say to his back, and I follow him into my house.
“Frankie,” Hash greets as we find her in the kitchen.
Her eyes widen in shock as she takes him in before her attention moves behind him, landing on me. “What the fuck?” she mouths.
I just shake my head.
I don’t even know where to begin.
“Bet I’m not the man you were expecting to see, am I?” Hash asks her. I take in his body language, trying to gauge how this conversation is about to go. He doesn’t look as pissed as earlier, but he still sounds mad about the whole thing.
Frankie is looking at us like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I’ll explain later,” I mouth to her once Hash’s back is turned to me.
“Well, I’m going to head out. Cormac is passed the fuck out. You two kids have fun,” Frankie says as she quickly grabs her bag.
I look at her with wide eyes are she passes me on her way to the front door because what the fuck? She’s going to leave me here to deal with this alone when she’s the reason I’m in this mess?
“Later, girl.” Hash flicks his wrist out in a single wave as he makes himself comfortable on the couch. “Sit down, baby doll. You and I need to have a little chat,” Hash says once the front door slams shut, his voice low.
Goddamnit.