Chapter 25 #2
Sweet merciful lord.
“Wait, you can’t just—” He cuts me off with a blistering kiss and then I forget why the fuck I was arguing with him.
One of his hands wraps around my throat so his thumb fits under my chin, tipping my head back to where he wants it. It should not be a turn on, especially with his family’s history, but I fucking gush at his firm grip.
He walks me backward until I’m pinned against the table by his body, his dick pressing against my stomach and, holy shit, I forgot how big he is.
I forget I’m kissing him, dazed and a little terrified, and he scoffs at me, tapping my hip until I hop up onto the table.
When I move to wrap my legs around his hips, he holds my legs down, spreading them wide.
I frown at him, because I might be nervous but I don’t want to stop, and the smirk on his face only gets wider.
“Lie back. I want to enjoy the lingerie I picked for you. I’ve spent a long fucking time thinking about how it would look on you.”
I blush but do it, gasping as my back hits the cold table.
The possessive look is back as he runs his hands down my chest, squeezing and teasing my tits, then sliding down until he can stroke back over the scrap of black lace between my thighs.
I shiver, choking on the moan that claws its way out of my throat when he rips the lace clear off my body.
The rumble deep in his chest lets me know what he thinks of the sight of my wet pussy spread wide for him.
“Avery will have an aneurysm if she finds out we did this on the table. She’s been clear about her stance on the furniture,” I choke out, and he drops to his knees.
“Don’t tell her then, Mounty,” he says, and any reply I could have come up with disappears the second his mouth touches me.
Holy. Fuck.
Holy Jesus fuck.
Okay, getting head is the best fucking thing and why did I wait so damn long to start dating?
Stupid question, I was waiting until I found the three hottest guys who ever walked the Earth and then somehow managed to convince them all to share me.
Fuuuuuuuck. As he teases at my clit, my brain switches off and I start to grind against his mouth, chasing the sensation until I’m splintering apart at the fucking seams, but he doesn’t stop.
He’s fucking merciless as he pushes and pushes until I come again, gasping and crying out into the silence of the room.
Lord, he is good with his tongue.
When my thighs finally stop shaking, I sit up and tug at his shoulders until he stands, kissing me until we’re just panting into each other’s mouths, sharing the taste of my slick pussy between us.
I want him.
I don’t think beyond that, sliding off the table and onto my knees as I reach for his belt with steady fingers.
He smirks at me and helps to undress. I swallow roughly at the sight of his chest, all the lean solid muscle of a runner.
Only when he’s kicked his pants and boxers off do I glance down, but my eyes land on a smudge of ink right above his dick.
I can’t even focus on anything but the tattoo.
“Are you serious right now?” I croak.
“Yes, I’m serious, that is my dick. I appreciate the awed tones though, Mounty,” he drawls out, all fucking smug and I can’t. I just fucking can’t.
“No, I mean, do you seriously have the words ‘you’re welcome’ tattooed above your dick? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this.”
Ash chuckles at me as I move to stand up then he holds me down with a firm hand on my shoulder. Oh look, there’s my damage, but sweet merciful lord if that doesn’t make me gush all over again.
“It’s Morrison’s fault, get pissy at him, not me.”
I scoff at him and then try to focus on his dick instead of the arrogant, smug, totally-fucking-Beaumont tattoo he has.
Sweet lord in heaven.
I forgot he was fucking huge. I gulp. There is no way that will fit in me. Not right now, and possibly not ever. I might dislocate my jaw doing this.
“You’ll be fine, Mounty.”
I punch him in the leg because I’m excellent at foreplay. He grunts at me, probably because the hit was a little too close to his monster cock for comfort, but when I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and pump he shuts up real fast.
He’s right, I don’t dislocate my jaw but fuck it if it isn’t a stretch.
He’s less worried about hurting me than Harley is, his hands in my hair tugging and pulling while his hips jerk forward, but that only makes me moan louder.
He doesn’t warn me that he’s going to come either, just grunts and shoots down the back of my throat.
It’s the soft touches afterward that tell me how much I mean to him, and I love every fucking second of it.
I could do that every day of my life and die a happy lady.
When he helps me up from the floor and kisses me, I can’t stop myself from snarking at him. “You’re going to have to make do with blowjobs for a while. That is not going to fit in me. I’m half the fucking size of you as is.”
He laughs at me, completely unconcerned by my stern warnings, and walks over to climb into my bed. Fuck, his ass is all toned muscle. Perfect to sink your teeth into.
“Get in here. I need a nap.”
Ugh, bossy asshole.
But I do exactly what he says.
The notification of my in-school suspension comes through as an email the next morning and I read it out to Ash while he sips at a coffee in bed, sleep mussed and fucking delicious looking after spending the whole night with me.
“I told you, Mounty. Trust me.”