25. Liv
Ash Wilder would be the death of me. This new honesty between us changed things. Something twisted inside me at the look on his face before, but the look he wore now was new, deeper. Possessive and primal.
I didn’t want Ash to feel inferior because he made mistakes when he was young and naive. He wanted what anyone wanted at that age and didn’t know how many people only ever wanted to use and hurt and break each other.
Now that things were, pardon the pun, coming to a head between us, everything that came before lined up, the falling dominoes in my head created a larger picture once I had all the pieces.
But I lo— liked . I liked this side of Ash.
The rawness without hiding behind the cocky layers.
And, okay yes, seeing him in the mirror sparked something in my brain. The same thing happened to him, too. Maybe it was better this way.
And holy shit, it was so good, him teasing me with the head of his cock. I felt… not trapped, exactly, but frozen. Like if I moved, he’d bolt, like a scared rabbit.
If this was how he wanted me, this was how I’d stay. Not that I was complaining at the delicious sensation of being all-encompassed.
Slowly, he pressed into me, giving my body time to adjust. He was thick and hot and hard , and it took everything in me, not to let go and shatter right then. I wanted so desperately to tell him how delicious it felt, but my jaw locked tight.
Ash, however, had no such restriction.
“Fuck, Olivia, you're so wet. So perfect. Don’t know why I waited so long to do this.”
The rough edge returned to his voice, making him sound desperate and on the verge of losing control.
Good.
I wanted him to let go of all his restraint. To move beyond the past. I wanted it for myself, and I hated how a tiny bead of mistrust lingered on the fraying thread holding us together.
With a blink, I found Ash’s eyes in the mirror, all stormy and… fuck . I whimpered at the sight.
Seeing him, us, together rewired something in my brain.
And I swore at him, loud, louder than I probably ever did in her life.
“Ash—” For a moment I couldn’t speak, until more words tumbled out in rapid, swearing succession.
“I wanted this—wanted you — so bad. Fuuuck. Don’t stop.
Look—look at us.” Our reflection in the mirror made me understand why some people might want mirrors over their beds .
Seeing his body so close to mine, seeing his pretty face while fucked me ? —
“You think my face is pretty?”
Oops, the last bit must have slipped out because my brain cells were melding together into one, and all it knew was pleasure.
Exasperated and maybe a little amused, I would’ve smacked him in the forehead if removing my weight from my hands on the bench wouldn’t send us plummeting to the floor.
“Of course, I think your face is pretty, Wilder.” Slowly, I moved.
Back and forth, slow and shallow, teasing him.
“I think you are annoyingly pretty.” Still moving, stroking against him, he tightened his grip on my waist.
“So, I’m annoying.” Laughter held to his voice, faint, but it was there.
“Yes. On purpose.”
His head tipped back up, meeting my gaze in the mirror for a second. “Is this annoying?” He grabbed my hips and yanked me backward.
Oh, fuck, he was so deep. I whined and let my head drop forward. Closing my eyes, I eased forward but he snatched me backward. “Harder. Ash, harder, please .” Even when he made me beg I wanted more.
A sound somewhere between a pant and a growl left his throat as he continued the punishing pace. One hand held tightly to my hip, the other slid around me, finding my clit and drawing slow, almost painful circles over the sensitive bud.
I cried out, tilting my head up, arching my back.
“Turn around.” Then he withdrew, and I nearly sobbed at the loss.
“Take these off.” He tore at the waistband of my leggings, and I scrambled to rid myself of them.
Nearly face-planting as I struggled with my shoes, I finally had the pants off.
Ash’s hands found the hem of my bra and tried to pull it over my head, but it wouldn’t come off without a pry bar.
I told him so, and instead, he reached into it and scooped my breasts up to rest on the shelf made by the tight fabric.
“Your turn.” With an impressively quick movement, he had his shirt over his head and tossed it in a corner, then he was pressing his face to my hair, nipping and kissing his way down my neck and collarbone.
When his mouth found my nipple, my legs nearly gave out.
The heat of his tongue on my skin shot straight to my center.
“Ash, please,” I begged again. “I need you inside me.”
Hooking his hands behind my knees, he lifted me, wrapping my thighs around his waist. The sensation of cold against my back and ass nearly broke my concentration as he backed me into the mirror. Another rough thrust sent stars sparking along my nerves, and I lost the ability to think.
“It’s like you were made for me.” Ash’s breath skated over my jaw as he leaned forward to press a kiss to my collarbone.
Even the tiny movement sent more heat flooding to where we joined, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it before I shattered.
There was a crystalline moment before I came when a million tiny details filtered into my brain all at once.
Lavender permeating the air from one of those flower-shaped plug-in things.
A bead of sweat trickling down the column of Ash’s throat made me want to follow its path with my tongue and bite him.
The contrast of his skin and the swirling, curved lines of his tattoos where his arms held me.
The squeeze of my thighs around his waist. The feel of sweat-slick skin gliding back and forth.
Cold glass pressing between my shoulder blades.
Our mingling breaths the only sound in the room, other than the occasional gasp or groan.
And a thousand other tiny things sharpened in my mind right before exploding outward into infinite sparkling pieces. I didn’t even have time to warn him before my body tensed, clenching tight around him.
Breathing became impossible. Moving certainly was.
Gradually, my vision filtered back, bringing Ash into focus.
And, holy shit, what a thing to behold.
The expression on his face was not one I would’ve expected. Not lust or ecstasy but…
Relief, maybe, tinged with something else I couldn’t quite name.