by Levine, Nina
“Good.”
“What do you mean, good?” she shrieks. “We had another huge fight after I left your place last night and he told me that if we don’t get counselling, he’ll be considering his options.”
I ride the lift alone down to the car park. “Have you two discussed counselling before?”
“He brings it up every now and then.”
“But you refuse?”
“Of course I bloody refuse. Talking stuff out with him only causes us to fight more. This is the last thing I want to be doing.” Her fear is laced through her words. My sister would be one of the only women I know who doesn’t want to talk about this kind of stuff.
“So you’d rather continue on, not knowing what he’s feeling? That makes no sense, Aly.”
She’s quiet and I have to prod her. “Aly?”
“I’m honestly scared where this will end up, Ashton. I think Malcolm wants to leave me.”
The lift reaches my destination and I exit it to head towards my car. “No, if he wanted to leave you, he would have done that. When a man wants to talk, he wants to stay and fix it. What time’s your appointment?”
“It’s at seven. Can I drop the kids off at about six?”
“I’ll make sure I’m home by then. And Aly?”
“What?”
“He loves you. Remember that.”
“It’s kind of hard at the moment when all I can think of is the way he looked at me last night—”
“No. Forget that. People say and do things they don’t necessarily mean when they’re angry. Think about the fact he cares enough to want to do this with you. If he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t bother.”
She’s silent for a beat. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you last night.”
I unlock the car and slide into the driver seat. “Were you? I don’t recall you being any different to usual.”
“Smart-ass,” she mutters.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
I end the call and start the car.
Finally.
Lorelei is waiting for me less than fifteen minutes away and my cock is hard as hell thinking about her.
I call her and she answers on the third ring. “Ashton.”
“I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Did you receive the delivery?”
“Yes. I’m staring at it. What exactly do you want me to do with it all?”
“I want you to choose your favourite. Another delivery is about to arrive. You can open it but then put it aside for me.” I adjust my pants as my dick pushes against them.
“Okay.” I can tell by the way her voice drifts off that she’s already deep in thought about those deliveries.
“I want you to get yourself ready for me, Lorelei.”
“What? As in, you want me to… ummm—”
Fuck.
I love her inhibition.
I’m going to fuck that out of her.
“As in I want you to touch yourself and get that tight pussy wet for me.”
She sucks in a breath.
I grip the steering wheel hard.
When she doesn’t reply, I growl, “Lorelei, I want your fingers inside you for the next fifteen minutes so that your pussy is dripping for me when I get there. Are we clear or do I need to stay on the phone and direct you?”
“We’re clear. And Ashton?”
“Yes?”
“My fingers are already inside me.”
Fuck.
19
Lorelei
I open the door of the hotel room and wait silently for Ashton’s response. He asked me to get myself ready, so I did.
His eyes flare with heat as they roam my body. “You surprise me,” he says when he meets my gaze again.
I tilt my head to the side. “You thought I’d choose something a little less revealing, didn’t you?”
Stepping inside the hotel room he sent me to this morning, he closes the door and runs his finger along the top of the black crotchless lace thong I’m wearing. Besides the sheer thigh-high stockings attached to it with suspender straps, and heels, it’s the only thing I’m wearing. He nods in response to my question. “I certainly didn’t imagine you’d choose this out of everything I had delivered.”
Ashton’s first delivery had consisted of an assortment of lingerie. He told me to choose my favourite, but I struggled to pick between them all. The man has exquisite taste and I fell in love with each item. So I decided to go with what I thought would be his favourite.
“This one allows you easy access.” I hold his gaze while I lick my bottom lip and work myself up to saying what I want to say to him. My heart beats faster as the words fall out of my mouth. “It’s time for your fingers to be where mine were a minute ago.”
He loosens his tie with one hand while his other one glides over my hip and around to my ass. “How wet are you?”
My heart practically bangs in my chest as my pussy clenches. Having no experience with dirty talk like this, I’m a contradictory mix of turned on and self-conscious. I step closer to him and run my hand down his chest. “So wet that you could easily slide more than one finger inside me.”
His face angles down so he can press his mouth against my ear. “Let’s test that.”
He turns the heat up when he moves his hand from my ass and brings it around to my front so he can push two fingers inside me.
I bite my lip and suck in a breath while placing one hand on his shoulder to steady myself.
His eyes meet mine again as he strokes my G spot. “Did my other package arrive?”
“Yes.”
“And you opened it?”
“I did.”
He reaches deeper inside me. “Did you go through the box?”
I steady myself against him with both hands on his shoulders because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand much longer with the pleasure he’s giving me.
When I don’t answer him straight away, he pushes me. “Lorelei.” The dominance in his tone is enough to get me off. Add to it what he’s doing with his fingers and the images flashing through my mind of what’s in the box, and an orgasm teases me.
I grip his shoulders hard and moan louder than I’ve ever moaned. Ashton brings that side out of me. He makes me feel pleasure in a way I wish I had before. Because this kind of pleasure is the kind a woman would beg a man for.
“I went through the box,” I finally answer him.
He slides his fingers out of me and I instantly miss them. “Did you see something you liked?”
Letting go of his shoulders, I move my hand down to the top button of his shirt and undo it. “There were so many things in that box I liked, Ashton.” I undo his second button. “The question is, which one are you going to use first?” The third and fourth buttons pop open before he places his hand over mine and stops me.
His mouth crashes down onto mine and a shudder runs through me at the force with which he kisses me. When he scoops me up into his arms and stalks into the bedroom, I quickly loop my hands around his neck and hold on while need burns in my veins.
God, how I want this man.
I was stupid to think I could slow him down last night. Ashton is not a man to be slowed. And regardless of where this ends up between us, I’m ready to take a chance.
After he deposits me on the floor in the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed. Circling his arm around my body, he pulls me between his legs. Pressing his lips to my bare stomach, he then trails kisses down my body while circling his finger inside the entrance to my pussy.
Around and around.
It’s divine.
But I want more.
I want his fingers all the way inside me.
He teases me by pushing in a little deeper and then licking along my slit. But right when I think he’ll give me more, he lifts his face to look up at me. “Was there anything in the box you’ve never used before?”
I grip his hair. “Seriously, you’re going to stop what you’re doing to have a conversation about tha
t?”
He moves swiftly, pulling me to straddle him. His intense eyes demand my complete attention. “I’ll stop everything until you tell me what I want to know.”
My pulse races.
God, I love this side of him.
A little too much.
I relax in his hold. “I’ve never used most of the things in that box.”
Ashton is good at concealing his thoughts and emotions, but I catch the flare of approval in his eyes at my confession. I’m a little shy to admit I don’t have much experience with sex toys, but he appears to like that fact.
He grasps my hair and angles my head back to expose my throat. He then dips his face and licks a line from my collarbone up the side of my neck before sucking my skin and nipping at it with his teeth.
When he’s finished with my neck, he meets my gaze again. “I’m going to explore every inch of your skin today, but first I need to fuck you.”
Finally.
I press my body against his. “I’m down with that.”
He pulls my hair. Rougher. “It’s not going to be slow, Lorelei,” he growls and I hear the need in his voice. It matches my own.
I dig my nails into his back. “Like I said, I’m good with that.”
A moment later, after he quickly rolls a condom on, I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, and he thrusts his cock inside me from behind. He grips my hips and increases his pace until he’s slamming into me hard and fast.
I was so damn wet and ready for him that it doesn’t take me long to orgasm. I ride the pleasure while he chases his own orgasm, and as promised, it doesn’t take long before he thrusts in one last time on a deeply satisfied roar.
Dropping my head, I try to catch my breath and refocus. When he pulls out and leaves the bed, I collapse onto my stomach. Rolling onto my side, I watch as his ass disappears into the bathroom.
I love his ass.
I want to spend hours with that ass.
He re-enters the room, and I run my gaze over his body as he walks towards me. Ashton is built with muscles that scream power and strength. I watch, transfixed, as those muscles flex when he sits on the edge of the bed.
“Are you ready?’ he asks, confusing me.
I drag my eyes from his chest. “For what?”
His eyes darken. “To play.”
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Surely.
I crawl into his lap and lace my arms around his neck. “I’m pretty sure that playing with you is something I would never say no to. Not after you convinced me last night.”
He holds up a silk scarf. “I’m going to put this on you and then I want you to lie on the bed on your back.”
I’m confused again, wondering where he got the scarf. Staring at it, I ask, “Where did you get that?”
He ignores my question for a moment while he secures the scarf over my eyes. Once it’s in place, and I can’t see anything but darkness, he murmurs against my ear, “I always come prepared, Lorelei. You will soon understand that about me.”
Goodness, if I thought I’d died and gone to heaven a moment ago, I was seriously mistaken. His warm breath and his touch collide with my temporary blindness, sending a new wave of anticipation through my entire body. Every single nerve ending is buzzing with want for him.
The bed shifts as he stands. I lie back and wait for his next move. When he does nothing, I say, “Ashton?”
He doesn’t respond and I wonder where in the room he is. Not being able to see during sex is something I’ve never experienced, and I have to admit it’s hot not knowing what will happen next.
I slow down my breathing in an attempt to hear him, but I can’t make out his breathing.
Maybe he’s left the room.
My toes curl at the thought of what he’s doing. The box of toys is on the counter in the kitchen. I imagine he’s looking for something in there.
All thoughts of what he’s doing are soon forgotten when ice hits my stomach. My back arches up and I squeal out his name, unprepared for the cold sensation on my skin.
He places a hand on my stomach and holds me in place while he runs the ice over me.
Exploring every inch of my skin.
The bed dips as he positions himself on it between my legs. A moment later, his tongue circles my clit and I arch up again.
“Ashton….” His name escapes my lips on a moan. It’s the only word I get out, though, because my brain can hardly process a thought.
He doesn’t reply, just simply continues to circle my clit with his tongue and run ice over my stomach and hips.
And then he stops everything.
I try to get my breathing under control, but I only manage to draw one ragged breath in before his mouth presses to my clit again.
Oh. God.
My arms fling out to the side and I grip the sheets.
He sucked the ice cube before he went down on me. My attempt to control my breathing flies out the window as I hold my breath.
I can’t.
It’s too much.
Way too much.
“Breathe, Lorelei.” His deep voice cuts through my thoughts.
I take a deep breath. “Are you trying to make me come fast? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what is about to happen.”
I might be unable to see him, but I can feel him as his body moves over mine. My mouth is quick to respond when he kisses me. His tongue sweeps over my lips before pushing inside. He deepens the kiss, dominating me completely; totally wiping away any ability I have left to process what’s happening.
“You won’t come fast. I’m going to take you close, over and over, until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
Before I can respond, he moves back down my body to lick my clit again. And then he flips me onto my stomach. His strong hands make their way up my back to massage my shoulders as he positions his legs either side of me.
Cold liquid hits my back, and my breathing slows again as he massages the oil into my shoulders and back. His hands move slowly, gradually making their way down towards my ass.
His movements are deliberate and designed to drag me closer to the edge of release. Every so often he slides his hands over my butt or down and around my side to massage my breasts. But it’s the moments when his fingers glide through my pussy that really light me up.
By the time he’s finished the massage, every inch of my body thrums with need. When he flips me onto my back and starts his erotic massage on my front, I want to beg him to stop and just fuck me. But I don’t. Instead, I reach for him, trying to find his face so I can pull him close and kiss him.
He avoids my hands and breaks our silence. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to kiss me.”
“No. Tell me where you want my fingers,” he demands on a growl.
“I want them all over me, Ashton.”
His warm breath hits my ear. “If you could only choose one place, what would that be?”
My pussy clenches. There. I reach for his hand. “Let me show you.”
He grabs hold of my hand instead. “No,” he orders. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
Oh for the love of God. “I want your fingers inside me.”
“And?”
And? “Deep inside me.” Heat flames my cheeks and I pray it isn’t visible to him.
He slides a finger inside me slowly. “Do you want me to go slow or fast? Tell me exactly how you want me to touch you, Lorelei.”
Fuck it. If he wants me to talk dirty to him, I will. “I want you to find my G spot and stroke me there. Slow to start with and then I want you to go faster until you make me come.”
At my request, Ashton moves so fast I hardly have time to realise what’s happening. Flipping me onto my stomach again, he positions himself on top of me and rubs his cock over my ass while pinning my hands to the bed above my head. He pushes my legs apart to give his cock access to my pussy. “Do you want this?” he demands as he slides through my wetness.
I moan into the mattress. “Yes.” It comes out like a whimper, revealing just how desperately I want that.
“You’re going to have to work for it. And that means I want you to tell me your dirtiest fantasy.”
Heat floods my face again, and I’m relieved he can’t see it because I’m sure I couldn’t hide my embarrassment.
When I don’t reply, he pushes his cock inside. Just the head, but it’s enough to make me want more.
“I fantasise about being a stripper,” I blurt out.
He stills, his cock resting against my slit. “And what else?”
“That’s it.”
“No. Everyone has more than one fantasy.” His cock enters me again and he teases me once more by only pushing in a little before pulling back out. He then flips me onto my back and removes the scarf.
Once my eyes adjust to the light, I reach for his dick but he’s too quick and stops me. Bending, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks. He then begins a maddening assault on my pussy by pushing in and then out with his cock. Far enough to drive me wild, but not far enough to get me off.
I take hold of his neck and drag his mouth to mine. After I kiss him hard, I hold his gaze and say, “I want to fuck you in public. I want everyone to watch as I ride your cock and make you come harder than you ever have in your entire life. That’s my real fantasy.”
Heat flares in his eyes and his lips crash down onto mine.
His kiss is savage.
Demanding.
Claiming.
A growl rips from his chest as he ends the kiss and moves off the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be back,” he orders before leaving the room.
It doesn’t take him long to return and when he does, he’s wearing a condom and watching me like he wants to eat me.
Moving between my legs, he places his hands on the bed either side of me. “Legs over my shoulders,” he orders, his gaze focused on mine. There’s a determined glint in Ashton’s eyes that sends a ripple of pleasure through me.
I grip his arms and do as he says right before he thrusts inside. He does this so hard that I slide up the bed.
“Fuck,” he roars as he pulls out.
I feel the same way.
Ashton is a man who knows what he’s doing. I’m not sure whether it’s his confidence, his bossiness or his skills that turns me on more. All I know is I can’t get enough. And I can’t get it as fast as I want it.