Chapter 8 #2
“Swallow,” Ash commands, and when I do as I’m told, he presses his hand against my chest, forcing me to lie back.
I lift my head and watch as he pours a little of his whiskey over my belly button then laps it up before it can trickle away. I squirm in pleasure, but my giggle turns deeper and more desperate as he pulls down my panties.
The next dribble of whiskey trickles between my thighs and there’s an explosion of heat at my center as Ash’s tongue follows the river he’s made. His tongue glides across the seam of my pussy, and I’m ready to combust when he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as my back arches.
“This is how I’ll take my whiskey from now on,” he promises as he moves his tongue in slow circles around my swollen bud.
My inner walls clench, and I grip his hair. I want to press him closer, but instead, I pull him away. “Ash,” I pant. “Should we be doing this?”
He looks up, concern furrowing his brow for the first time. “You don’t want to?”
“No… I mean, yes. God, yes. But I don’t want to mix up business with whatever this is. I don’t want what we’re doing to affect whether or not you invest.”
He rests his chin on my stomach and waits for me to stop writhing. My body still wants him, needs him, but eventually it catches up with what my sensible head is telling me. I still.
“I can’t promise it won’t affect our business dealings, Belle, but I can promise you that I’m just as interested in putting my money into your distillery as I am putting my cock inside you.
And whatever this is,” he says, kissing my stomach.
“It won’t negatively impact our professional partnership.
It isn’t going to matter how much or how little of this fine pussy you give me. You have my word on that.”
“But how can I take your word?” I force myself to ask, because as much as I’m ready to be swept away by this man, I take my responsibility to my dad’s business seriously. “I don’t know you, Ash.”
“Up until today, I didn’t know myself. I don’t normally lay my business partners out on a table and feast on them. This is new to me too.”
“OK.”
“OK?” he repeats. I nod. “Can I fuck you now, Belle Simmons?”
I bite on my lower lip and when I nod again, we hold each other’s gaze.
We hold it for longer than should be comfortable, but just being in this man’s presence sweeps away all my troubles.
There’s only one way I could feel more connected to this man, and he’s thinking the same.
He reaches for the jacket he left on the table and takes a condom from his wallet.
He sets it down next to us then parts my legs wider.
“Now, where were we up to with this tasting,” he muses.
Ash strokes my inner thighs with the back of his hands, then parts me with his thumbs. When he draws the flat of his tongue along the length of my pussy, I whimper.
“There’s a whole damn flood down here. Is this all for me, Belle?”
“Oh, yes.”
Resting my legs on his shoulders, Ash dives in again and his tongue pushes into my entrance.
My hips buck as he spears me again and again with his tongue, and the slurping sounds he makes as he eats me prove it was no exaggeration how wet I was for him.
My pussy throbs and that coiling need grows ever tighter.
Working his way to my clit, Ash lathes me with a hunger we both share. I fist his hair as I ride his mouth, desire pulsing through me with each firm swipe.
“Ash, I need more. I need your fingers inside me.”
“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he murmurs, his hot breath sending tingles up my spine. “For you, sweetheart. Anything.”
My pussy clamps around his finger as he slides into me, and when he adds another, I groan at the ripples of pleasure that travel up through my body. He swipes the tip of his tongue over my clit as he curls his fingers and pumps me hard.
I’m panting. Hard. He’s leading me closer to the edge of my release. I’m almost there. Almost. And I know exactly how Ash can tip me over the edge.
“Suck,” I say on a gasp. “Please, suck me.”
And oh god, does he suck on my clit. The first jolt of pleasure has my back arching and I cry out. Blotches of darkness appear in my vision as tension builds, and builds. I have no control over how tightly my pussy is strangling his fingers, but his powerful thrusts show no sign of slowing.
“Ash, I’m going to…” I swallow hard. Fuck, I want more. I want all of him. “I need you inside me. Let me come around your cock. Right. Now.”
As he snatches up the foil wrapper, I’m panting and grunting like an animal as I fight to keep control of my body.
The explosive pressure he’d built in my core settles down a notch, and I rise up on my elbows to watch as he unbuckles his belt, pulls down his zipper then slides his pants and boxers down his thighs.
His cock is big and thick, and the tip glistens as he runs his fist up and down his shaft. “Is this what you want?” he rasps.
I settle my feet around Ash’s hips and tug him closer. “God, yes. And I want it now.”
Ash’s eyes don’t leave mine as he rolls on the condom. He presses the flat of his hand against my abdomen and uses his other to run his sheathed crown up and down the length of my slit. He seats himself at my entrance, and I rise up high enough to watch as he sinks into me.
I feel the stretch as he pushes in. Inch, by inch, by inch.
“You feel so fucking good, Belle.”
I rest a hand on his chest, exploring the hard contours of his pecs. “So do you,” I agree as he pulls out slowly. “Like we were meant to–”
“Fit,” he finishes as he drives into me balls deep.
I drop back against the table as he leans forward. As Ash withdraws, he pulls down the cups of my bra and covers a peaked nipple with his mouth.
He combines a forward thrust with a hard suck, and I cry out as toe-curling pleasure shoots up from my pussy to meet the tantalizing tingles from the attention he’s giving my nipple.
Once more, Ash takes me to dizzying heights as he rails into me harder, pushing me across the table with each thrust before dragging me back with a firm grip on my thighs.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, he pulls himself up and takes me with him. I hold onto his neck as he grips my hips and fucks me hard. His mouth searches out mine, and I lick the mixture of whiskey and my arousal from his lips.
Our kiss deepens and our movements quicken. I’m lost in the moment, aware only of the way his pulsing cock slides in and out of me, and the exquisite jolts that have me trembling as his body clashes with mine. When Ash breaks our kiss, I’m shocked to see the shot glass in his hand.
“One more sample left, Belle,” he whispers.
My eyes narrow. What the hell is he going to do with that?
He keeps himself buried inside me as he knocks the shot back.
But he doesn’t swallow.
His thumb and finger pinch my chin as he grabs my ponytail with his other hand. Pulling back my head, the pressure he applies on my chin forces my mouth open.
Our eyes meet as he rises over me, our bodies locked together as his lips part, and whiskey cascades down into my waiting mouth. My senses become overwhelmed with taste, smell and sensation. Charred oak and spice. Smoke and musk. Yearning and need. Hope and fear. Trust and blind faith.
“Swallow,” he whispers into my ear before taking my earlobe into his mouth.
I swallow, and I burn. I burn in the fire of the whiskey and my desire. “Fuck me, Ash. Please. Fuck me as hard as you can.”
“You don’t need to beg, Belle,” he says as he straightens up. He hooks his arms beneath my knees and rams into me. “You never have to beg for anything from me.” Muscles in his neck cord as his thrusts become more demanding. “Never.”
I keep my arms roped around his neck and hold on as our hips grind against each other. My swollen clit sends flutters of pleasure skittering through my body. My muscles clench and unclench, and the rippling pleasure grows until there’s no stopping the wave that sweeps me up.
Up and up it takes me, and I’m panting through the rising pressure. My mouth opens in a wide ‘O’ shape.
“Come for me, Belle,” Ash says on the next thrust. “Let this whole fucking room vibrate as you come undone.” There are more thrusts. “Let the whiskey absorb every tremor.” Faster and faster, he moves inside me. “Imprint it with your pleasure. And my name.”
“Ash,” I whisper.
“Louder, Belle. Because wherever you’re going, I’ll be right behind you. Always.”
“Ash,” I moan as the wave starts to crest. “Ash! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuck! Ash!”
I come hard and my eyes roll back in my head as my body convulses. Wave after wave hits me as Ash pounds into me with wild, erratic thrusts until he keeps his promise and follows me.
“Belle!”