27. Liv
Ash’s black eyes left a tangible trail as he dragged his gaze back and forth, as if choosing where to begin.
It didn’t make sense, how strongly he’d reacted to finding me on his couch, waiting up for him.
I did what I assumed I was supposed to do in the situation.
Actually, I enjoyed being able to watch the game on the tv.
With subtitles, I didn’t lose what the announcers said while keeping the droning din of the background out of my ears; muting it helped me focus on him.
Still, it wasn’t quite the same as being there, feeling the energy of the crowd, even if sometimes, the crowd became too much to handle.
But my nerves were on fire now. If Ash looked at me like he wanted to eat me just for watching his game on tv, I couldn’t fathom what he’d do if I did something truly serious.
Then his hands were on me, drawing fiery paths up my legs, disappearing beneath the oversized jersey. His nails scraped lightly over my sides, the sensitive skin there feeling more like a burn at the too-light touch. With a hiss I moved my hands to press his down harder, and he adjusted easily.
It always left the sweetest ache, how responsive Ash was, how eager to please and unwilling to cause discomfort.
His hands, so large and warm on my skin, slid higher, slower, thumbs moving in small arcs over my waist, growing closer to the sensitive undersides of my breasts. With my legs still around his waist, I pulled him closer until his weight crushed me back down on the sofa.
Slow-burning agony diffused low in my belly as Ash drew delicious curving, mindless patterns on my body. The time he spent pleasing me left my head spinning with how badly I needed him. “Ash, don’t go slow.”
Black eyes blazed where they lingered over the inches of skin he revealed with his deliberate teasing. “Barnes, are you?—”
“I’m sure. Please, touch me. Don’t draw it ou—ohhh fuck .”
As I spoke, he pulled my underwear aside and sank two fingers into me.
With his palm pressed against my clit, he stroked until my legs trembled.
Every time I clenched around him, a smirk tripped across his mouth.
It was unbearable, not touching him, so I reached between us, somehow undoing his pants with my eyes squeezed closed.
With the movement, my hips pressed forward, letting him in deeper.
I let out a laugh as Ash’s eyes zeroed in on where I wrapped my hand around his length.
Thick and hot and hard, I squeezed the circle of my fingers, dragging them upward.
He hissed through his teeth. “Come down here with me.”
“On the floor?” I scoffed.
“On the fucking floor, Olivia.” He curled his fingers as punctuation.
My body melted over the edge of the sofa. It was awkward for a moment, but I didn’t care, when he rolled us over to hover over me.
“Think you can take another?” He twisted his hand to press him thumb into my clit, and I would have agreed to anything if he kept his hand right there .
I nodded, writhing as he stroked inside me. The stretch was an exquisite pain as he removed his hand then pushed it forward again slowly.
Bliss settled over my nerve endings and my back arched off the floor as he continued to work me with his hand until I let out a stream of swear words as I came.
“Sit on the couch,” I ordered when I could breathe again. “Please,” I amended.
Ash twitched one dark brow, smirking, but did as I asked.
When he settled back against the couch cushions, his hair wild and his pants halfway down his thighs, I stood and straddled him.
His erection pressed to my center, and I moved my hips back and forth, covering him with my arousal until I sank down.
The slow, stretching ache as I lowered had us groaning together.
Ash’s hands slid up my bent legs, over the curve of my waist to push the jersey up over my breasts. When his dark head lowered and his mouth closed over a nipple, I began rocking my hips.
Ash reached between us, circling lazy fingers over my clit as I rocked harder. My head lolled back as he shifted focus to the other nipple and sparks snapped down my limbs again, faster than before.
I told him with my body what he meant to me as he brought me to completion again and then again as he fucked me, lifting my hips and pounding up into me. His arms wrapped around me, and he muttered echoes of those words we didn’t say until he swore and gripped tighter, spilling inside me.
* * *
We never did make it back to the bedroom, squeezed in tightly on the oversized sofa, my back to his front.
Lazily, Ash drew looping patterns beneath the jersey, and I wondered if he was spelling his name on my skin, matching his name on the fabric.
Heat still smothered us, and I drank it in, reveling in the new ease between us.
We left the TV on, and the droning of ESPN provided a pleasant background for the semi-doze. Neither wanted to move, unwilling to burst the little bubble we created around ourselves.
Until Ash’s hands began roaming again, curving around a breast beneath the blanket he’d draped over us until he burned hot and hard against my backside.
So, I pressed back, shifting my legs to ease him back inside.
Little circles of my hips had him hissing in my ear.
His grip on me tightened as his movements stuttered and slowed as he came.
A door slammed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck .”
I wasn’t sure if Ash’s cursing was due to him finishing or Polly coming home or both.
Hastily, I pulled the blanket higher. At least I still had the jersey on, covering me, so Ash’s bare torso wouldn’t be so incriminating. I held my breath, listening to the click of Polly’s heels down the hall. As she neared the room, she called out, “It’s late. Shouldn’t you two be asleep?”
“It’s late. Shouldn’t you?” Ash retorted.
“I’m old. Who knows how many late nights I have left in me?”
I had to bite my lip to stifle hysterical laughter.
“More than I have, for sure. Good night, Nana.” He clamped his hand over my mouth to stop me shrieking.
“Good night, Asher, Olivia. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Embarrassment flashed a burning brand on my cheeks as we listened to her clicking steps disappearing to her end of the hall.
Polly’s door closed with an audible thunk, and my body went loose. “Oh my god . Your grandmother caught us banging on the couch.”
“Technically, we were finished banging.”
I eased to a sitting position, keeping the blanket firmly wrapped around my waist as Ash fixed his pants. “Close enough.”
“Barnes, I think we’re going to have to count this one as a win.”