Chapter 14 #2
Ash put all of himself in everything he did. When they parted ways, she prayed his free spirit would have rubbed off on her. She wanted to give Ash something memorable, a tiny piece of herself, something she could offer without complications.
Sitting so close together, his woodsy scent filled her nostrils, and her thoughts turned in salacious directions.
Her eyes drifted to the soft swell beneath the zipper of his pants.
She wanted to feel him quiver in her hands as an orgasm ripped through his body.
All she had to do was slip off her seat and free his cock.
“We need to get back to the hotel,” Ash said. His leg bounced with nervous energy.
She slid forward to knock on the divider separating them from the driver.
When the smoky divider lowered, the driver met her eyes via the rearview mirror. “Yes, ma’am?”
“How much farther to the hotel?”
“About half an hour.”
“Thank you.”
The driver raised the screen, leaving Skye and Ash in relative privacy once again.
Ash looked at his phone. A furrow formed between his brows “I bet the hotel is swarming with paparazzi by now.”
“How would your fans know which hotel?”
“You’d be surprised how resourceful fans can be.”
Remembering their lack of luggage and their late-night shopping trip, Skye gave a shrug. “We don’t have to go back there. We can check out by phone.”
He shook his head. “My guitar is in there.”
“They can mail it.”
Ash’s eyes rounded with an oh-hell-no expression.
“Okay,” she said. “How about we have their staff meet us out front with it?”
He shook his head. “I’m not comfortable with a stranger handling my baby.”
She shrugged. “Okay, then drop me off. No one is going to recognize me.”
A smile curved the corners of her lips as she thought about sneaking into a hotel to retrieve a rock star’s precious guitar. The fans weren’t hers, and the cameras didn’t care about immortalizing her face, but it was exciting to wonder what it must feel like to be so adored by strangers.
Despite his claim to fame, he was simply Ash, the guy who had chased after her to return a backpack and the one she’d poured hot cocoa on.
He’d kissed her into incoherency, and as much as she felt guilty for admitting it, the sound of Ash’s fist smacking Spencer's nose had been very satisfying. The cut under Ash’s eye would scar, and he would carry the mark for the rest of his life.
And hell if a part of her liked that a small piece of her would always be in his life.
He’d erased the sting of Spencer's betrayal. Instead of crying her eyes out, watching chick flicks, and eating ice cream to ease her broken heart, she’d found herself smiling, laughing, and looking forward to the next adventure with Ash.
And, right now, that meant retrieving a most precious guitar.
Of course, he might be blowing the whole thing out of proportion. How many paparazzi lived in Niagara Falls?
“How’s this going to work then?” she asked. “If we pull up in this limo, we’re going to draw attention.” She scooted back to him, grabbed his hand, and brought it to her mouth. “Maybe we should rent a car?”
He smiled at the tender show of affection and cupped her chin. “Yeah, we could use a car. Then I can drop you off at the loading dock or something.”
She gnawed at her lower lip. “How about you wait down the street? I’ll walk from there.”
The furious toe and finger tapping slowed to a moderate beat.
Suddenly, he lifted her, positioning her in his lap, settling her knees on either side of his powerful legs. “How much have you had to drink?”
There was the bottle at breakfast in the hotel and two bottles shared with Ben and Edna on the way to the courthouse.
Maybe she’d had more than she thought. Certainly, her memory of the courthouse was fuzzed a little.
Not that she couldn’t remember the efficient ceremony or the clerk fangirling over Ash.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, loving how the conversation had changed between one beat and the next. The desire in his eyes heated the air between them. A breath escaped her, and she wiggled against his swelling cock. Perhaps she could act upon her fantasy.
He groaned. “You are playing with fire, babe.”
Confidence and a sense of purpose swelled inside her chest. She tucked her lower lip between her teeth. Would he stop her? Her fingers smoothed down the cotton of his shirt as she traced the outlines of the muscles straining against the fabric.
“I want to do something.”
He focused on her lips. “You’ve been drinking.”
“Only a little.” Her buzz had faded, and now, she was left with a strong desire to drive him wild.
“You had more than a little.”
He tried to lift her off his lap, but she clung to his neck and buried her face next to his dragon tattoo.
“Let me do this.”
Strong hands gripped her waist and lifted. “I don’t want you to regret anything we do. I’ve done that too many times, and I don’t want that with you.”
Unwilling to fight him but not ready to give up, she let him move her off his lap. After he deposited her on the seat next to him, she crouched at his feet.
His eyes widened, but he showed no indication that he wanted to move her again.
She rested her hand on his thigh, brushing the side of the bulge behind his zipper. His cock hardened beneath her touch.
“I’ll regret not doing this.” She licked her lips. “I’m not ready to sleep with you—not yet, not…” She swallowed down the memories. “Not in the way you want, but I want to do this.”
He put his hand on top of hers and stroked her pinkie finger. “I’m more than willing to wait.” He leaned down and gripped the sides of her face. With a soft kiss, he lifted her off her knees, pulling her up and away from her goal.
She let him bring her halfway up, her lips following his mouth, but she broke off the kiss and pulled back. “I want this.” This was about taking control, something she’d never done during sex.
She released the top button of his jeans and grabbed the zipper. His body stilled. But, once she released the zipper, the long, hard length of him surged forth.
She arched a brow. “You were supposed to buy underwear.”
“Underwear is overrated,” he said with his signature smirk.
“How convenient.” She stroked the silky skin of his cock.
He hissed and grabbed her hand.
She brushed his hand away and took a firm grip.
As she stroked him, he threw back his head. “Fuck!”
“Sorry, you’ll have to wait for that,” she said with a snicker. “I have something else in mind. You’re going to enjoy this.”
A man like Ash must have had many lovers. How would she compare when stacked up against them?
Ash curled his fingers in her hair. “I should say no, but I don’t have the strength to stop you.”
“Then don’t, but do you have protection?”
He lifted his hips, eager now, and fished out a foil pouch from his back pocket. “I always travel with one.”
She’d been forced to perform this act many times, trained to please not only her foster father, but also a string of men willing to pay hundreds to rob her childhood of innocence.
But, when Ash’s emerald irises turned black with desire, she welcomed every step that had brought her to kneel before him.
No matter how painful the past, she would not let it steal this moment.
Forest always said the best way to conquer their demons was to take control and own the past.
Ash would enjoy her touch, and she desperately wanted to give him everything he desired.
She ripped the foil and sheathed him. Then, she bowed her head and kissed the crown of his cock.
His hips bucked as the tender touch of her lips enveloped and drew him into her mouth. She released him and licked the tip.
A strangled cry erupted from his throat. He gripped her hair. “I’m going to embarrass myself and come like a two-pump virgin.”
“You’re a rock star, Ash. You can handle this.”
His brow lifted.
She ran her thumb up his shaft. “Sit back, relax, and let me do all the work. I’ve been waiting all day to make you squirm.”
His eyes narrowed. “Rock stars don’t squirm.”
“We’ll see about that.”
She eased him into her mouth, and his palm slammed down on the seat, fingers curling and clawing at the leather.
Her tongue swirled around his shaft, dancing down his length, as her cheeks increased the suction in coordinated pulses geared to drive him mad.
But she wouldn’t let him come too fast. She knew how to draw out his pleasure.
His hips rocked beneath her, grinding his pelvis into her face, but she had prepared for this reaction, and she rode his bucking jerks with quick sucks and flicks of her tongue.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as he palmed her head.
He twisted at the strands of her hair as she drove him ever higher in his need.
She swirled her tongue, tracing the path of veins from root to tip. He pulled her down on his cock, and his hips reared up as his ass clenched and quivered. Then, he relaxed and pulled out. She took in a breath before he jerked forward again and again, fucking her face with frenzied need.
Her palms pressed a steady pressure on his thighs, reminding him she was still there, while her mouth and throat opened for him, accepting each of his thrusts.
As he drew out, her tongue caught the underside of his cock.
The roughness of her tongue dragged against the sensitive tissue under the glans.
She flicked when she could before he’d slam forward again with his hips.
Unintelligible sounds swelled up from between his vocal cords, primal animalistic grunts of energy and power, as he thrust. His fingers flexed, pulling and guiding her head.
Her tongue continued its assault, stroking with each of his thrusts.
The warbling sounds turned to moans as his movements became less coordinated and more frenetic.
When he lost his rhythm, she picked it up, using her lips, teeth, tongue, and her cheeks to combine suction and texture into a tactile sensation that changed every time he built up to a crescendo.
She knew how to read the response of his cock and balls, and when his orgasm approached, she held him on a plateau, refusing to let him come.
His fingernails dug into the flesh of her scalp as he desperately tried to take over the tempo and bring about his orgasm. Each time he drew close, she’d revert to her training, knowing his frustration would lead him to a much greater reward, but he wouldn’t be able to hold out forever.
She listened for the change in pitch of his breathing, that reedy tone, signifying he was close.
His breathing turned staccato. She cupped him and reached around to push on that special spot behind his balls to prolong his pleasure.
His hips jerked in a final spasmodic wave, bucking and rocking against her face.
“Fucking yes!” he yelled in satiated bliss.
She clamped her lips around his cock and sucked him through the end of his last orgasmic wave. Then she kissed the crown and sat back.
He sat with his head lolling back. A surreal smile stretched across his features, and then his low throaty laughter filled the car.
He held out a hand and gestured for her to take it. She reached out, proud and satisfied with her efforts. He pulled her beside him, tucking her into the crook of his arm, and then kissed her brow.
She curled into his embrace. “I told you I’d make you squirm.”
He tapped her nose with his finger. “If you ever tell anyone, I’ll deny it. Rock stars don’t squirm. You set the bar pretty high, and I can’t wait to repay the favor.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Oh no, not that.
Whole-body-shutdown events would come as she neared the crest of an orgasm, landing her in a state of cataplexy. That was why she’d avoid pleasure and one of the reasons Spencer thought she was frigid.
Shit. Shit. Shit!
She lifted a hand and cupped his cheek. Stubble rubbed against her palm. “I’m not ready for…that.”
He squeezed her against his side. “I’m not rushing you,” he said with a sigh. “I get that it’s complicated.”
She gave a nod. “More than you realize.”