by Aly Martinez
I felt his lips tip up, but just as quickly his tongue circled my peaked nipple.
“Shit,” I breathed, arching off the bed.
His mouth shifted, capturing my other breast and shooting sparks to my core.
“Flint, please,” I begged wantonly.
I couldn’t say exactly what I wanted him to do, I just knew I needed more.
More of his hands.
More of his mouth.
Just more Flint.
“Oh God,” I prayed when his fingers brush over my folds. My hips lifted, urging him forward.
Cascading kisses down my stomach, he settled on an elbow between my legs.
“Slow down,” he murmured.
“No. You speed up.” I threw my head back against the pillow with a groan as his hand disappeared. Well, that was until the warmth of his tongue laved over my clit. “Yes,” I hissed.
“Have you ever gotten yourself off?” he asked, licking me again, sending my head spinning.
“Yes,” I admitted on a breath.
“You think about me?” he questioned, pressing a finger inside me.
I couldn’t have uttered words if I tried; a nod was my only reply.
Twisting his hand, he adding another finger. A sharp sting flashed over me before it faded into overwhelming pleasure.
“I didn’t hear you, Ash. Say it out loud. Tell me how you thought about me every time you touched this tight pussy.”
His fingers deliciously twisted again and my hands tangled in his short hair, urging his mouth down.
“I especially thought about how you would feel inside me,” I said boldly, and he rewarded me with another flick of his tongue.
“Soon. First, I want to taste you.” Without removing his fingers, he sucked my clit into his mouth.
My hands flailed out to the side, knocking everything including the lamp off his nightstand, before slamming down on the bed, fisting the sheets. I could feel the tension building already, my muscles clenching with every swirl of his tongue, but just as I reached the highest peak before the euphoric fall, he backed away.
“No, don’t stop,” I begged, opening my eyes.
He rolled to the side, settling next to me on his back. “I need to feel you come, and not on my mouth and fingers. You aren’t the only one who has been using their imagination to get off for the last three years. I want you to come while wrapped around my cock, ” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
“Stop talking,” I said, even though I loved every syllable out of his dirty mouth. Judging by the smirk that formed on his lips, he knew it too.
He began stroking his impossibly large cock. “Get on top. It will be easier this way.”
“Easier for who?” I asked, rising to my knees, but my eyes stayed glued to his moving hand.
Reaching out, he caught my wrist and guided my hand to join his.
“There you go,” he moaned, releasing his cock as I continued gliding long strokes up and down his shaft.
The sight of Flint’s smooth length sliding through my grasp enraptured me. I was vaguely aware of him rifling around in the drawer of his nightstand.
Suddenly, Flint sat up, grabbed the back of my neck and hauled me down to his mouth. My hand fell away while he kissed me deeply. Gripping my hips, he shifted me to straddle him. His cock settled between us as he held me to his mouth in a deep and sensual kiss. My arousal still lingered on his lips.
Turning his head to break the connection, he growled, “Sit up.”
As always, when it came to Flint, my body obeyed. He made quick work of rolling on a condom as I watched his skilled hands in awe.
The nerves began to creep back up at the thought of finally having him, something I had fantasized about more times than I could count. There was no question that I wanted to be with him. I was just terrified of what would happen after we finished. I wasn’t sure I could ever go back from a moment where I belonged to him in every possible way.
And because of that he would belong to me too.
I wasn’t sure if I ever truly had him as my own that I’d ever be able to let go.
“Look at me,” he urged. My eyes immediately lifted to his. “I have waited so long to have you, Ash. I have so much to apologize for, but this . . . tonight . . . with you . . . will never be one of them.”
My eyes flashed away as insecurity and doubt clouded my vision.
Or maybe they were tears.
Whatever they were sucked. I was naked in bed with a man who had literally been the star of every single dream I had ever had. Insecurity had no place in the equation.
“Be with me, Ash. Tonight, tomorrow, a decade. Just be with me. No more running.”
I swallowed hard, pushing the paralyzing fear of tomorrow out of mind. “I can do tonight.”
I want to do eternity.
I leaned back down, resting my arms next to his head. Nose to nose, I inched my hips forward to hover above his straining erection. His hand slipped between us, poising himself at my entrance. Without giving myself another second to reconsider, I slowly sank down on his cock.
I wished we were frenzied by passion—all hands and mouths, because then I wouldn’t have seen the moment his face softened.
Or felt his breath whisper across my skin as he gasped.
But especially because I wouldn’t have heard his possessive growl. “All mine.”
I froze. The biting pain from him stretching me was nothing compared to the vise that he had twisted around my heart.
Who I belonged to had never been in question.
Flint, on the other hand. . . .
He nipped at my lips, gliding his hands up and down my back. Rocking his hips ever so gently, he began moving inside me. I may have been on top, but Flint took charge. After several minutes of coaxing, the ache between my legs subsided, leaving something very primal in its place. My body suddenly overrode my chaotic mind, allowing me to forget about the searing pain in my chest.
“I know I need to be gentle, but fuck,” he groaned, planting himself inside me then roughly taking my mouth again. His hands squeezed my hips and guided me into a rhythm that he met thrust for thrust.
The familiar climb began building inside me. I lost one of Flint’s hands as he lifted it to his mouth, licking his index finger before dropping it to my clit.
A cry escaped my throat as I tossed my head back, unable to even concentrate on kissing him any longer.
“God, you are so fucking tight,” he whispered in my ear. “No one else will ever experience this with you, Ash.”
With his finger circling my clit, I was dangerously close to stepping off the edge. But before I gave him that, I needed to give myself something first. “You’re mine,” I demanded, suddenly sitting up.
His lips twitched as his tongue darted out to dampen them. I held his gaze, searching for affirmation.
But I got so much more.
His eyes were burning with emotions I had never been given, but prayed I could earn.
“Always,” he breathed, gripping my hips and roughly burying himself to the hilt.
“Flint,” I moaned as the orgasm tore through my body, ravaging me physically while the echo of his promise soothed me emotionally.
Not even a full minute later, he found his own release with the hiss of my name flowing from his lips.
He may have done all of the work, but I was exhausted. I collapsed on top of him as he began to soften inside me.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded against his hard chest.
He drifted his fingertips up and down my back. “You want to take a shower?”
I shook my head.
“You ready for round two?”
My head popped up in a weird combination of “no fucking way” and “abso-fucking-lutely.”
“I’m kidding.” He laughed, pressing a chaste kiss against my lips. “Let me get rid of the condom and clean up. I’ll be right back.”
I rolled off him and settled face down on
the bed. I didn’t even bother getting under the covers. It had been one hell of a day and sleep was threatening to consume me with each passing second.
I felt Flint rejoin me in bed, sliding in behind me and dragging the covers over both of us.
As per usual, he shifted me in his arms until he found a position for me that suited him.
As per usual, I played limp and giggled the whole time he jostled me around.
I smiled to myself when he tangled his legs with mine. Wrapping my arms around his stomach, I squeezed him tightly.
“In my dreams you were walking,” I whispered, kissing his chest.
“In mine you stayed,” he replied on a deep content sigh.
Sated and smiling, I drifted off in his strong arms, reveling in the culmination of every fantasy I’d ever had.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ash
FLINT GROANED AS HIS ALARM clock started screaming through the room at what felt like an obscene hour.
“Oh God.” I folded the pillow over my head in a worthless attempt to block it out. “Turn it off!”
“I can’t find it!”
“Why the hell would you hide your alarm clock?” I cried in response.
“I didn’t hide it, smart-ass. Someone, who shall remain nameless, knocked it off the nightstand in a fit of ecstasy last night.” He laughed, pinching my nipple before snatching the pillow off my face and tossing it across the room.
“Just unplug it,” I whined, slapping my hands over my ears.
“I can’t. It has a battery back-up.”
“Who in God’s name puts batteries in their alarm clock? That defeats the whole point of praying for a power outage before you go to sleep.” I’d rolled off the bed and begun searching the floor for the blaring disturbance when a second distinct tone joined the chaos.
My too-early-in-the-morning glare swung to him. “What the hell is that?”
“Back-up alarm.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“I hate being late.” He laughed, flipping the blankets off and nabbing his crutches off the ground.
I dropped to my hands and knees, following the noise. “Got it!” I shouted, stretching my arm under the bed and barely catching it with the tips of my fingers.
I quickly turned it off and he had apparently found the second alarm because the room fell blessedly silent. Well, that was until I heard Flint breathe, “Fuck,” from behind me.
It was then that I remembered I was naked and kneeling with my chest to the carpeted floor and my ass sticking straight up in the air. I glanced over my shoulder to find him standing, staring down at me, his already large cock thickening between his legs—a sight that had me returning his curse.
“Don’t move,” he commanded when I started to sit up.
As Flint’s heated eyes leveled me, there was a part of me that felt as though I should have covered up. But I didn’t feel insecure at all. Under his gaze I felt more secure and wanted than I had in my entire life, and for that alone I pressed my ass even higher into the air. “I lied. Get on the bed, but right back in that position.”
First, I had other plans. I sat up, but never pushed to my feet. Instead, I spun on my knees and slowly crawled over to him.
“Don’t do that,” he growled, but his eyes said otherwise.
“I have a few apologies to make.” I licked my lips.
“On the bed, Ash.”
“No,” I responded, and he popped an admonishing eyebrow that I ignored. “You did a lot of things to me last night—things that I loved. But there was something I wanted to do.” I wrapped my hand around his hard-on, slowly gliding to the tip and back again. “I’m going to suggest you sit down.” And for once, Flint didn’t have a retort. He backed up to the edge of the bed and tossed his crutches to the floor. I smiled in victory as I followed him forward, running my hands up his thighs until I reached the base of his cock, then lowered my head to kiss the tip.
“Wait,” he urged but I was done taking his orders. Opening my mouth, I slid his length as deep as possible into my mouth. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Wait,” he repeated as I glided back up his shaft. He firmly pulled me upright before leaning over and kissing my shoulder. Using my chin to tip my head, he forced my eyes to his. “I said wait.” He kissed my mouth chastely and teased his hands down my sides to rest on my hips.
Then the ground below my knees disappeared and the entire world turned upside down.
Literally.
A loud laugh escaped my throat as Flint flipped me onto the bed to join him. He juggled me like a rag doll until he until he found a position that suited him—kneeling over his face.
I stopped laughing immediately when his mouth sealed over my clit.
Then I cried out as his long finger found my opening. His other hand darted between us and lifted his cock toward my mouth.
With a swirl of his tongue, he dropped his head to the bed long enough to say, “Now, apologize all you like while I have breakfast.” I gasped as his fingers began a rhythm inside me that left me unable to focus on anything else. “Are you sore?”
“A little.” I managed to pull myself together long enough to find his cock again.
I instantly regretted my answer when he removed his finger. “Then you come on my mouth, but you better get busy.” He swatted my ass, deliciously hard, before using each cheek to pull me down to hover only a centimeter from his mouth. “Because I’m coming in yours too.” He pulled me down until I completely covered his face, licking and sucking in a deep and greedy way I should have been embarrassed by.
But embarrassment would have required thoughts, and right then, every single brain cell I possessed had abandoned me in the hunt for climax.
I came on his mouth all right. Then, when I finally got my act together, he came in mine as well. And Flint being Flint, well, he was such an overachiever that he insisted on showing me exactly how much he accepted my sexual apologies. So before I fell asleep on his chest, I came one last time with his hand between my legs.
I decided I could live with two alarm clocks if that was the wake-up call they provided.
Flint
Ash slept naked in my bed for most of the day. If it were up to me I would have gotten her off at least a dozen more times, but as much as I loved watching her come, I loved feeling her come while I was inside her that much more. She needed time to recover from the night before, because I had plans for that evening . . . and every evening of the foreseeable future.
After she dozed off, I snuck out of bed and drank my coffee with the memories of her swallowing my release as my only company.
It quickly became my favorite company.
I knew Ash and I were a long way from being fixed, or back together, but knowing she was mine, and only mine, in every possible way sexually made me that much more determined to claim the rest of her. I had already been pretty set on keeping her in my life before, but after hearing her come calling my name, I vowed not to let anything stand in my way.
Around three in the afternoon, a knock at the door forced me to finally pull on some clothes. I quietly closed the door to my bedroom and tugged down my shirt as the knock repeated.
“I’m coming,” I called, limping over to the door.
Cracking it open, I rolled my eyes. “Three P.M. I’m impressed. I figured you’d be here as soon as Till left for the gym.”
“The sitter didn’t show.” Eliza laughed, pushing past me, carrying a stack of glass baking dishes. “Where is she?” she asked, spinning in a circle.
“Asleep.”
“Still? Flint, what did you do that poor girl?”
“You want the honest answer?” I smirked.
She puffed her cheeks and pretended to gag. “Dear God, no.”
“What’s that?” I followed her to the kitchen and watched as she began turning on the oven.
“Pot roast and twice-baked potatoes. Well, only once-baked potatoes right now; give them about twenty minutes and they’ll be twic
e baked.”
“Woman.” I grunted like a caveman before lifting the edge of the tinfoil to sniff inside.
“I figured she’d be hungry and Lord knows you can’t feed her.”
“I love the way you assume I’m worthless in the kitchen, however if it means you show up with twice-baked potatoes you can keep that assumption up for as long as you want.”
She giggled, slapping me on the chest. “I don’t assume you’re worthless in the kitchen, I know you’re worthless in the kitchen. The last thing any of us need is you trying to cook her lunch and send her running for another three years. Broody, cry-baby Flint was a real drag.”
“Cry-baby Flint? You seriously have to make girlfriends and stop hanging out with Quarry so much.” I laughed.
“No, Q would have called you a fucking cry baby. I edited.”
“This is true.” I snagged a slice of the pot roast with my fingers and popped it into my mouth.
“Are you two coming to dinner after Q’s fight?”
“Yeah. I heard you sold a painting. I’m ordering the lobster.”
“I did! My Dream Window is now hanging in the Museum de Coffee Shop, downtown. I only made like a hundred bucks, so you might have to order off the children’s menu.”
“That’s still pretty awesome though. You’re a legit artist now.”
I took a fork from the drawer and scooped another slice of meat before Eliza pulled the dish away.
“Don’t eat without her,” she scolded.
“No. Let him eat. It’s okay,” Ash said, suddenly appearing behind us.
She was wearing her jeans and one of my hoodies that all but swallowed her. Ash was tall—a fact I’d loved even when I had to look up at her—but she was so thin it still hung well below her ass. An ass that after this morning I knew every curve of.
“Mm.” I pointed to my mouth as I hurriedly swallowed the roast. “Hey.” I dropped the fork in the sink and headed her way.
“Morning,” she greeted shyly, and it made me narrow my eyes even as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
Eliza chimed in from behind me. “Hi.”
Ash’s leaned away and her eyes flashed from mine to Eliza’s and back to mine before she replied with a cold, “Hi.”