by JA Huss
She whines as she pulls herself up from the bench and then kneels down, her hands behind her back, her face turned to the side. I straddle the bench again and pull her face closer to my crotch. Her breath is hot against my dick, even through the thick fabric of my trousers. “Do you know what number we’re on?”
“Yes.”
“Spread your legs this time, Ashleigh.”
She does, no hesitation at all and before she’s even in position my left hand pushes her face into my dick and my right hand smacks her hard on an upswing. It catches her pussy and both cheeks this time and she yelps, but her hands stay put at the small of her back. Her breath comes out in short gasps against me. My fingers dip inside her folds and she’s dripping from her last explosion. I push two fingers inside her and she moans.
“You forgot to count, Miss Li. Let’s try it again.”
I smack her again and this time as soon as I’m done she says, “Three.” I don’t give her a chance to think, just swat one more time. “Four.”
I lean down to her back and bite her shoulder blade and then stand up, still straddling the bench, and release the button and unzip my pants. “How many orgasms have I given you since we met, Ash?”
“Um…” She knows what’s coming, so she takes a few seconds. “Four. No, five. You talked dirty to me this morning and that was not my fault.”
I sit back down and whisper in her ear. “How many have you given me?”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “None,” she whispers back.
“I’d like one now. Open your mouth.”
She has to take a deep breath first, but she opens her mouth. I inch towards her and release my dick. It’s fully hard. Hell, I was hard the minute she came in the bedroom. The head of my cock brushes against her lips and she leans forward, eager. I encourage her to take me as I fist her hair and push. Her mouth opens wider and then her hot, wet tongue licks my head and it’s my turn to moan when she buries it inside her mouth. Her lips stretch around and seal against my shaft. She sucks, then pulls back, licking and swirling her tongue as the cool air replaces her heat.
She keeps her hands behind her back even though I could care less if she wants to use them or not at this point. I pull her upright on her knees and change my position so I’m facing forward and she’s between my legs.
I lean back against the pillows. “Fuck me with your mouth, Ashleigh. Make me come and we can move on to your next orgasm.”
I push her head and she opens up her mouth more, stretching her lips around my thickness. I push again and her tongue flattens out. This shit almost drives me over the edge. Her face is not panicked or in distress, so I fist her hair a little harder and she hums out a moan against my sensitive skin. The vibrations tickle and I can’t wait any longer, I force her face into me so my cock in is in her throat and then reach down and shove my balls up to her chin.
She gags a little and I ease up and let her take a breath. If she complains I’ll stop, so I wait for a moment.
No complaints. I push towards me again, her tongue flirts with my shaft, and then I ram myself up against her soft palate until she gags. I release, let her have a moment to recover, and do it again. Each time she tries to take more of me. On the fourth time with no complaints I gush down her throat and she swallows three times, once for each wave of semen.
I give her some air and then lean down to whisper in her ear. “You OK? You do understand you can say no, right?”
She takes a few breaths and nods—her face turning up towards the sound of my voice. I wonder if her eyes are closed behind that blindfold? “I came too,” she says softly.
I laugh. “You sneaky shit!” I smack her ass playfully and then let my fingers dip into her pussy and sure enough, she is dripping again.
“You said I’d get one orgasm for every two swats, and since I got three this time, I figured you owed me, so why wait?” She smirks from behind her blindfold and I smack her again and then pull the scarf down so it’s around her neck with my tie. She looks down at my dick and that smirk grows into a shit-eating grin, then she brings that sneaky simper back up to meet my gaze.
She just checked me out and she liked what she saw.
Round two to Ford.
I get up, take off my suit coat and shirt, then drop my trousers.
She watches me the whole time.
“Are you ready?”
She glances down to my cock, it’s already getting hard again. She’s small and I’m not, so I’m wondering if she’s worried. But she just kneels down, bending over the bench with her hands behind her back for her spanking.
I am in love with her.
“Open,” I command.
She obeys instantly.
“Wider,” I command as I straddle the bench again.
She adjusts, her legs so wide her pussy is barely hovering over the floor.
“Perfect.” I wasn’t going to do this, but I think she’ll like it, so take my chances and swing my palm upward until it connects with her clit. She squirms and squeals for this one, but I don’t even need to check her pussy to see if she liked it, she’s dripping.
“Five,” she calls out before I can make a remark about the count. I smack her pussy again and this time she jumps a little. “Six.”
“Stay just like you are.” I get up and grab the condoms and some oil from the basket. She says nothing. I kneel down behind her and open the oil and then drip it over her ass.
She whimpers and tries to sit up. “Ford—”
“Shhh,” I say as I push her back down. My fingers go to her bare back and I trace out the kanji from our sleeping game last night. “Trust me, Ashleigh. I said I won’t hurt you. Whatever we do, you will like it or we will stop.”
She takes a deep breath.
“OK?”
“Yes.”
I’m not gonna fuck her in the ass our first time, she’s crazy. I’m trying to make her love me, not run away. But I am gonna play with it. I snicker at that and she looks over her shoulder at me with an annoyed expression.
I tuck down my amusement, because I’m winning and I don’t want to give her any stupid reasons to rebel against my control.
I rub the oil onto her cheeks in wide, slow circles—my fingertips reaching past the boundary between sensual and sexual, then slip between her legs and massage her inner thighs. This makes her sigh with pleasure and she relaxes her head back down on the bench. I continue to knead the softest skin near her sex, sometimes passing innocently over her clit or up and down her slit. But mostly I keep it confined to her thighs and ass cheeks. After a few minutes I can tell she’s totally relaxed and I push a finger inside her pussy, then slide it up to her asshole, push against her little pucker, let her gasp in surprise, then withdraw and go back to her pussy.
I do this again and again, and after the fifth or sixth time she starts to wiggle against my finger when I push against her asshole.
I slip it inside and she moans, but it’s not a painful moan. I position my hard and throbbing cock against her clit and slap her pussy with it while I continue to play with her ass.
“Ohhhhh,” Ashleigh moans. “I want you to fuck me so bad, Ford.”
I push my finger inside her pucker, farther this time. “I want you to come right now and clench your ass around my finger.”
Her cheeks are squeezing before I even get the last word out.
I’m going to marry this girl.
I smack her hard before she’s even done coming and she yells out, “Seven.”
Holy fuck. She’s perfect. I smack her again and this time, “Eight,” comes out as a moan of pleasure.
“How many orgasms, Ashleigh?”
“Seven for me and one for you.”
“Here comes eight. Stand up, please.” I back away from her so she can stand and then take her spot on the bench. I tap her thigh. “Put your leg on my shoulder, Ashleigh.”
She lifts her leg and the sight of her swollen clit peeking through her lips almost does
me in. She rests the back of her ankle on my shoulder and lets out a long breath. “The sight of your wet pussy, your swollen clit, and your open legs is something I hope to see again and again, Ashleigh. I want this so fucking bad.” I slide my hand under her lifted thigh and cup her ass, then grab her behind the knee of the other leg and lift her off the ground. “Other leg on my shoulder.”
She obeys and my other hand follows her motion and cups that ass cheek as well.
“Oh, my God, Ford.” Her arms wrap around my head and she scoots her pussy closer to my face. I stand and walk over to the wall of windows and press her up against them. “Lean back, love. Release your hold on my head and stretch your arms against the glass. Bare yourself to me, Ashleigh. Open yourself up to me completely.”
She obeys but she’s tense from being in this position.
“Trust me, Ashleigh. Relax. Think about people with binoculars and telescopes. People who train them on this suite, hoping against hope that one night they’ll peek through and see your fantastic ass, my exceptional package, and my face between your legs giving you the orgasm of your life.”
I pull her towards me until my mouth covers her clit and I lick and suck. She buckles and I have to take a step back to accommodate her writhing and twisting body. “Ford, oh my fucking God, Ford!”
My fingers explore her ass as I pleasure her folds with my tongue and she only lasts a few more seconds before her moaning turns into screams.
She takes her time coming, and I lick wave after wave of milky white juice dripping out of her pussy.
She is so fucking sexy.
I carry her over to the bench and sit down, then remove her legs, one at a time, and place her feet on the ground. Her knees wobble a little, so I set her on my lap instead. She rests her head on my shoulder.
“Ready to stop?”
“No, sir. You still owe me two more spankings.”
“Mmmmmm,” I moan into her hair. “Make me come, Ashleigh, any way you want.”
She sits up and gets off my lap, then bites her lip as she thinks. She looks over at the condom wrappers on the floor, then reaches down and grabs one, rips it open, and places it over the head of my dick. She rolls it down, rubbing her palms against my shaft to get me going, and then stands up.
I can’t stop the smirk, but luckily she’s looking down at my dick when it comes out. She comes towards me, massaging her breasts. They’re over-full and the milk drips out with the slightest touch.
“That might drive me insane. I have no idea why, or if it’s normal, but I love it, Ashleigh.”
She climbs into my lap once again, rubbing her pussy against me. She drapes her arms around my neck and before I even know what she’s doing her lips crash against me. Her mouth parts and her tongue flicks inside, probing for a response from me.
I pull back instinctively.
She dips her forehead against mine and then sighs. “Sorry, I forgot. I didn’t mean to do that.”
I cup my hands around her face and look her in the eyes. She looks afraid, like she might’ve ruined the whole night with her mistake. “It’s OK,” I say softly.
She bends down into my neck and takes her mouth to my ear. “I want a kiss from you. A real one. But I don’t want to have to steal it.” And then she lifts her hips up and places the head of my cock against her clit, dragging it back and forth a few times before positioning it under her pussy.
When she lowers herself on top of me, I know I can’t ever let her go.
She sits up and my cock almost completely withdraws before she lowers herself again. She goes slow. She takes her time, she whispers into my ear. “Fuck me, Ford,” she coos. “You are perfect, Ford,” she insists. “You make me wild with longing. I want you so bad,” she admits.
And with each confession I melt a little. My defenses break, the walls begin to crumble.
She moans when I lie back and thrust up against her—and then I pull her to my chest and slam my balls against her pussy. She comes first, I can feel the waves of shudders, but as soon as she starts I’m in my own personal nirvana as well and the only thing on my mind is how the fuck I can get this girl to move in with me so we can do this twice a night and every morning.
After, we rest for a few minutes, her head still on my chest, our rapidly beating hearts slowing together. I play with her long hair and drag my fingertips up and down her back. When I’m almost sure she’s asleep I smack her ass twice, softly. “Nine and ten,” she whispers.
I stand up and hold her close so I can carry her to the shower. I set her down on the stone counter top and she complains about how cold it is. I just smile and turn the water on hot. I remove the old condom and slip on a new one and then carry her into the shower, press her up against the wall, cupping her ass with one hand, her leg draped over the crook of my elbow. Her other leg wraps around my waist.
“Ashleigh,” I hum into her ear. I slip my hand to her throat and enjoy the feeling of the hot water pulsing against my back.
“More, Ford. I still want you, please. More.”
I slip inside her again, but this time I go slow. I pull out, pause, and then ease myself back into her beckoning folds until I’m buried up to my balls. “Ashleigh,” I moan again.
She comes as I say her name and her groaning blocks out my words. But I hear them. And they echo in my head as I spill into her one more time. “Stay,” I say. “Stay with me.”
We linger there against the wall. I press against her, eclipsing her small frame with my large one. And then I hoist her up and carry her to the bench to wash.
We are spent. I wash her hair and then her body, the luxurious bubbles coating her perfect skin. By the time I’m done, she’s half asleep, so I dry her off and send her to bed wearing nothing but a pair of white panties.
I cover her up and pull on a pair of boxer briefs and jeans so I can go across the hall and grab Kate. The babysitter is out of milk and Kate is awake, but Ashleigh needs to nurse anyway, so it’s no big deal.
Back in our room I place Kate up next to Ashleigh in bed and she wakes up long enough to position the baby against her full breast.
I turn the lights out, drop my jeans, and slide under the covers—pulling Ashleigh’s ass up against my thighs. I wrap my arms around her, play with Kate’s hair for a few seconds, and then I just drift away in my perfect thoughts of our perfect night.
The three of us fall asleep like that.
And I’ve never been so happy in all my life.
Chapter Thirty-Three
“Oh. My. God,” Ash moans into her pillow.
“What’s the problem?” It’s still dark, so I’m not even in the mood to be awake right now, but Kate’s unhappy complaints pull me right out of my peaceful post-sex slumber.
“She won’t sleep. I’ve fed her, she didn’t burp, and now she’s cranky. I’m so tired. Please, Katelynn, please just let mommy sleep.”
Exhausted Ashleigh is whiny.
I like it.
I’m not sure why I like it, since most guys would probably find it annoying, but I like her baby-begging. “Give her to me, I’ll try.”
“Be my guest.” She rolls over and brings the baby with her and as soon as I lift Kate up, Ashleigh rolls her back to me and fluffs her pillow. I put the baby on my chest and pat her back. This is how long it takes Ash to start snoring.
She’s not kidding about being tired. I have no idea what it takes to keep a baby content, but I imagine it’s quite a task. And she’s been doing it alone since Kate was born.
When I sleep with them, I wake up too, but I don’t actually have to do anything. I just grumble and go back to sleep. But Ashleigh has to feed her, change her, and then probably entertain her if she isn’t in the mood to sleep.
Kate lifts her head and shoulders off my chest with a frustrated whimper, and then collapses. I sit up a little so she’s not so flat and pat her back a little harder. She lets loose a massive belch and I can’t help it, I chuckle. “Nice one, Kate.” She agrees and I feel her re
lax a little.
I’ve never felt this kind of closeness before. No wonder my parents were always touching me as a baby. That makes me smile. Until I realize how hard it must’ve been to have a kid like me. How would I feel if Kate hated for me to touch her?
Not good. I like this. Especially when she’s relaxed and comfortable. It’s like an accomplishment, keeping babies happy. Very satisfying.
The bedside table clock says it’s four AM.
All this might be gone in a few hours. If we were in the car right now we’d be to LA by eight. Well, with traffic, probably longer since it’s a Wednesday. I could make an afternoon meeting. And Old Ford might’ve jumped at that chance. This job is a big deal. Not because of the money, which is nice. It pays a hell of a lot more than fucking game and reality shows. But I don’t need the money. I just need to feel fulfilled, and this career might be just what I need to get a little closer to that.
I admit, the projects I’ve done so far haven’t been that satisfying. The only good thing about Spencer’s show was Rook. And the game shows, fuck. As soon as I have something else to put on my resume, those will be the first credits to go.
So I’m really looking forward to being involved in this show. It’s a science fiction pilot set on a future Earth. Sci-fi is a very popular film genre and it has a nice effects budget, so the whole project will be a huge leap forward for me.
But… I also like this. I like this girl. I like this baby. I like having these two people around me. I like sharing our meals, and traveling together, and shopping.
I like being responsible for them.
It’s… intimate.
Very.
In fact, this trip with Ash and Kate is probably the most intimate thing I’ve ever done.
Something tickles my ribs and it takes me a few seconds to realize I was just drooled on.
I love it.
Kate squirms because I’ve stopped patting her back and she’s letting me know in her own little baby way to get busy with it again.
I resume the patting because she asked so sweetly.
Fucking Merc would have my balls if he saw me now. Hell, even Spencer would rub my face in it. Up until this… diversion in my life… Ronin was the only one of my friends who ever wanted a serious relationship. He’s always been looking for the future Mrs. Ronin Flynn. It was like a big joke a couple years back when we were working together regularly.