by Jaxon, Jenna
"Wait!" Ashley sat up with a jerk, twitching with the unreleased passion from the dream. The throbbing ached deep inside her, so real it stole her breath.
"Shit!" She threw herself back onto the pillows, pulled one over her face trying to smother both herself and her frustration.
She'd watched that video incessantly last night, memorizing every move, every stroke her mystery man had made. Nothing resurfaced. As if her mind had been wiped clean of the incident. Ashley would never even have known it had happened if Sam hadn't caught it on tape. But the question of who this guy was killed her. Even in her sleep.
It wasn't as if she could take the computer around to her friends and say, "Do you know this guy with his dick in my pussy?"
How had he known her? That ate at her almost as much as the ache within. She tossed the pillow off her face and slid her hand down to feather through the thick curls at her groin. Might as well finish what the phantom cock started. She stroked along her outer lips, still slick from her dream lover's attentions. As her thumb brushed over her clitoris, Ash stopped. Not that it didn't feel good, but she knew what would feel better.
Shower massage.
With a grunt, she rolled off the side of the bed, pulled on her thin, floral print robe, and headed for the bathroom. As she passed his room, she called, "I'm in the shower, Sam."
She hoped their little indiscretion yesterday hadn't given him ideas about them getting back together.
Ashley hung her robe on the hook, opened the frosted sliding door and turned the shower on. She stepped into needles of hot water shooting out of the showerhead. Soon to be shooting onto her throbbing clit. She grabbed the Coconut Fantasies body wash and soaped up, breathing in the smell that made her long for a Pina Colada. Images of her mystery hunk resurfaced when she closed her eyes and slid her hands over her breasts. Almost time to get down to business.
The bathroom door opened and closed. Her hands froze.
"Damn it, Sam. Why is it every time I take a shower you have to pee? Couldn't you just hold it for once? Or pee in a cup, for God's sake?"
"I'm not Sam. And I don't have to pee."
Ashley's eyes popped open and the bottle of body wash hit the tub with a loud thunk. The husky voice she'd heard on yesterday's video and in this morning's dream was richer in person. Sexier. Her heart took off like a deer after a shotgun blast. She peered at the shower door, seeing only a shadowy figure through the opaque glass. Well thank, God, for that. He couldn't see her either.
"Hello? Are you there, Ash?" The amusement in his tone brought her back to earth.
"Yeah, I'm here. And just who the hell are you?"
"I'm Hunter Hopewell. Sorry we didn't really get introduced the other night."
"No shit." Damn. The all-important name meant nothing. The spray from the shower roared in her ears and Ashley took a step toward the shower door.
"So who are you? I mean, you say Hunter Hopewell, but I don't know you. And you know me."
"Yes, I do. I've never met you, but I've been interested in you for a while now."
Despite the hot water, chills raced over her body, standing her hair on end. Oh, my God. A stalker. I've attracted a stalker. And I'm shut in a bathroom with him. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe.
"You work over in English at the university." He knew where she worked. "And I've seen you around the campus." He'd been watching her.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, shielding her body as best she could. Maybe Sam would come in.
"You're a beautiful girl, Ashley. With lots of potential."
Potential for what? Needing to breathe or pass out, she gasped in air.
"I think you should leave." Where the balls came from to utter that sentence, she had no idea.
"Why?" His voice rose an octave.
"Because you're scaring the crap out of me."
He laughed, deep and genuine. "Well, I didn't mean to do that."
Through the frosted glass, she glimpsed movement, though she couldn't see exactly what he was doing. Was he leaving? A stab of regret streaked through her chest.
The shower door moved. Ashley screamed and backpedaled until she slammed into the wall beneath the still pulsing showerhead. She watched, unable to move, as Hunter shoved his big, naked frame through the opening then slid the door closed.
"Hi." He grinned, revealing perfect white teeth.
"H...hi." Ash gasped, trying to see all of him at once. He filled the stall with his wide shoulders and chest. That mat of dark hair she'd run her hands through on the video now so up close and personal. She flexed her fingers, itching to repeat that scene.
Though she tried to stop, her gaze strayed over tight abs, then lowered to his hips, and finally to his thatch of dark, crinkly hair and his jutting cock. There was a lot of it.
"Still scared?"
Ashley shot her gaze back up to his face. His grin had been replaced with a confident smile. She nodded. "I don't know you. And you've been stalking me."
He shook his head. "Not stalking, Ash. I've just been watching you, gauging the best way to introduce myself."
"Don't you think walking up and saying, ‘Hi, Ashley, my name's Hunter,' in my office or at a party would have been better than coming in and screwing me when I was drunk?"
"Not better. Boring." He lowered his eyelids and a gleam in their deep blue depths shot electricity through her. "I don't like boring, and I bet you don't either. Not with the reputation your parties have." He snaked his hand behind her head and pulled her away from the wall. She resisted, but only a little.
"Besides," Hunter spoke in a low, soothing tone, all the while mesmerizing her with that gleam. Sliding his other hand around her waist, he urged her breasts against his chest. "When I walked in and saw you kneeling there naked, giving that guy head, I had to have you. Just like now."
He tipped her head up to his mouth, and with the tip of his tongue, outlined her lips with light, smooth strokes. Her lips were so incredibly sensitive, the corners ticklish. Prickles danced everywhere he touched. She squirmed against his mouth, wanting to wrap her arms around him. But he'd trapped them between their bodies.
She opened for him, needing him deep inside her. Fears forgotten, her desire overrode common sense. This could be a bad mistake, but the memory of that video persuaded her to the contrary.
Driving her wild, he continued to play, sent his tongue to tease her lips, her teeth, pretending to enter, then backing off.
Ash groaned, pulled her arms free and grabbed his head. She captured his mouth, driving her tongue deep within while he continued to play, eluding her until she squealed with frustration.
He laughed, a deep chuckle that rumbled in his throat, and he let her capture him. She sucked on his tongue, as she had Sam's shaft the other night. The memory tightened her breasts. He clenched her nipples, tweaking them hard enough to cause pain that morphed into pleasure. Her pussy flooded with heat and moisture, an ache that'd intensified since her dream. Hell, since Friday night.
As if reading her body, Hunter stepped back, left her panting. "Hang on a minute, Ash."
He opened the shower door, leaned over and grabbed a towel and a condom package. He turned away and a minute later tossed the towel and empty foil pack out then shut the door. When he turned back around, he'd sheathed his cock in bright orange.
Ashley stared then smiled, remembering the Smurf dick from the video. "Are you always so colorful?"
"I think sex should be colorful in all ways." He pulled her back into his arms, lifted her and thrust his erection all the way into her slit like magic.
"Oh, Jesus." Ashley grabbed his shoulders and stared into his midnight blue eyes. The fullness of him strained her insides. If he moved, she'd explode. But damn, he felt good. She rocked back and forth on her tiptoes to encourage him.
But colorful had many connotations, not all of them good. "What did you mean by ‘colorful'?"
"Something a little different, out of the ordinary. Colorful condoms, intri
guing or fun positions." He thrust into her, unhurried. "New experiences. Do you like to try new things, Ash?"
He worked his way back to her nipples, tweaking harder than last time. She hissed as the nips of pain grew sharper, shot down to the place where his cock worked her and became part of the exciting tempo spiraling upward. She could hardly keep her mind on his question she was so distracted by the sensations flooding her body.
"What have you tried, besides straight sex and fellatio? Do you like getting your pussy eaten?" He pulled her right leg up over his hip and thrust harder, driving deeper into her core.
"Aah." She couldn't help but moan. He burrowed his thick shaft through her as if he wanted to come out the other side. "Mmm. Oh…oh…only did it once." Ash couldn't breathe and he was doing all the work.
"Did you like it?" He drove in, ground his hips.
"No."
"Did you come?"
"No." But damn if she wasn't going to soon.
He chuckled and eased off pumping and slipped out of her. "We'll have to try again."
Aching for the orgasm that had slipped away, Ash wasn't sure if he meant now or some other time. "Sam said we had a ménage a trois the other night. Does that count as colorful?"
Hunter smiled and spun them around so the water cascaded over his back. He bent her backwards until he sucked her nipple into his mouth. As he grazed it with his teeth, more pain-pleasure sparked to her empty channel. He sent his fingers to twist and tweak, replacing the torment of his mouth. "I don't count Friday night as much of a ménage. You were too wasted."
Ashley nodded and stretched back over his arm. "I was so drunk you could probably have fucked me in the ass and I wouldn't have noticed."
"Really? Now that is colorful."
Ashley pulled herself up and stared at him. The interested tone in his voice coupled with the arched eyebrows and curious gleam in his eyes made his statement seem ominous.
She shook her head and took a step back. Tried to take a step back. He made sure she wasn't going anywhere. "Nope. Sorry, Hunter. That's too colorful for me."
"Are you sure?" He ran a hand over her ass and squeezed, making her gasp.
"Positive."
"You've never even experimented a little?"
She shook her head and tried again to step away from him, but the hand he cupped her butt with pulled her toward him. He slid the other one down into the moistness of her slit, stroking deep with two fingers until she moaned and clung to him. The fire raged again. Then his fingers were gone and his dick slammed into her again. He lifted her leg up onto his hip and pounded into her cunt with the intensity she had seen on the video.
It feels even better than it looked.
Ashley's head rolled back. "Yes, yes. This is it. Don't stop." He filled every crevice and still she needed more.
"You coming, babe?"
"Almost."
"Good. Here we go." He pumped impossibly deep.
Ashley moaned, poised on the brink of orgasm.
He slid his finger into her asshole.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes flew open wide, but before she could protest, his tongue filled her mouth, pistoning in and out, mimicking the thrusting in her pussy and ass. It didn't hurt much, especially after the first couple of pushes, and the sensations that fired from one hole to the other stoked her inner fire to a raging flame. He wiggled his finger.
She came everywhere. Orgasms shook her ass and pussy. With a shriek into his mouth, she sagged against him. She barely heard his muffled, "Fuckin' ay," as he spasmed deep within her.
Her limbs disjointed like a ragdoll, she clung to him and panted, only now aware of the water beating down on them. It was getting cooler; they had better get out.
He eased his finger out of her ass, but the little puckered hole had never taken such attention before. "Ouch. That hurt."
"Sorry. It's better with real lubricant, although your pussy cream did well." He nuzzled her neck. "You did great, Ash."
"I said I didn't want to do that."
"You said you had never experimented. And now you have. What do you think?" He kissed her once more then left her propped against the shower wall and grabbed the body wash. He lathered himself all over, making a show of peeling off the condom and washing his cock. A quick rinse and he shut off the water.
"Let's get out of here before we prune." He stepped out, snatched her towel and dried her off, then used it on himself. She pulled her robe on, avoiding his eyes.
He shook water out of his ear. "So, are you going to kick me out?"
She jerked her head up to stare at his face, handsome, sexy, and dangerous. "No. Why would I kick you out?"
"Because you didn't like what I did. What we did." He started to dress again. She hated to lose sight of all that beautiful skin.
"No, it's not that I didn't like it. I don't know if I did or not." She hedged the question. But didn't want to admit that she'd liked it. Who knew where such an admission might lead?
"Did you come good?"
His question surprised her. None of her other lovers had ever asked that. Not even Sam. "Well, yeah. I'd rate it a fan-fucking-tastic orgasm."
"And you liked coming that good?" He pulled his white polo over his head and tugged it down.
"Well, yeah."
"Then I think you pretty much liked it."
"It hurt."
"That goes away."
She cocked her head at him. "You know this from experience?"
He grinned and shook his head. "So I've been told. From very reliable sources."
"You wouldn't want me to stick my finger in your butt then?"
He raised his eyebrows and that curious gleam returned. "Is that an offer?"
Ashley's arms tingled, and her heartbeat sped up. Did she want to do that to him? Before she could open her mouth, he crossed to her and sealed it with his.
Finally, he released her lips. "Think about it, Ash. We should go out this week, see how ‘colorful' and creative we can be. If we make it all the way to Friday night without one of us wanting to call it quits, I would love to celebrate our one week anniversary by popping your anal cherry."
"What?" He was outrageous. "I can tell you right now, Hunter, that's not going to happen."
"You don't think I can convince you? I promise I'll make the convincing part fun. Come on, Ash. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. Scout's honor."
He held up three fingers in the Boy Scout salute.
"How do I know you were ever a Boy Scout?"
He kissed her deeply once more and Ashley's insides melted into a gooey puddle. "Just trust me?"
She nodded, not knowing if she'd made the right decision, but understanding she wanted to make it.
"What time do you get off work tomorrow?"
"At five. I get home about 5:30. Why?"
"Because I want us to have dinner tomorrow night. Can I meet you here at six?"
"Sure. Where are we going?"
"Here. We're eating here. And I'll bring everything."
Strange that he wanted to help in the meal preparation. Had she landed a chef? "You don't want to go out?"
"With what we're going to eat, babe, I don't think you'll want to be out in public." He chuckled, squeezed her breast and slipped out the door leaving Ashley with an open mouth and an already growing ache.
Day 3
Hungry Eyes
Nothing but lust on her mind.
By 4:30 Monday afternoon, Ashley had to admit she was completely distracted by thoughts of Hunter Hopewell and their date.
Instead of the stack of student records she should be correlating, she saw only his taut, naked body as it pounded into her. Trying to relive the incredible orgasm he had given her, she'd worked herself into a frenzy. At lunch, she'd had to run into the bathroom and relieve the gnawing tension in her pussy. Masturbation had taken the edge off, but hadn't lasted ‘til the end of the day. Now she throbbed at the thought of their dinner and his hints at what they
were going to ‘eat.'
He might be an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, but God, he was a damned good lay. After yesterday's bone-shattering climax, she should've been sated for at least a week. Had he shoved his dick in so far it had permanently turned her libido on?
With a groan Ash shut her computer down, grabbed her purse and left. It might be a bit early, but Dr. Hawthorne had left at noon for a conference in L.A. She'd come in before eight tomorrow to make up the time when she could concentrate on her job. Assuming Hunter's attentions tonight would satisfy her needs at last and let her think about something other than his incredibly talented dick.
* * * *
"Hi, Ash." The low, sexy voice started a trickle of goose bumps down her arm as she held the screen door open for Hunter. His mouth curled into a smile as he slid past her and juggled two large paper bags in his arms to plant a kiss on her cheek. "The kitchen's through here, right?"
The touch of his lips set her cheek aflame and sent a throb down to her impatient pussy. The man should not have this effect on her. She was heading for trouble and she knew it, but could do nothing to stop it. The door slammed closed as she hurried after him.
He thumped the bags down on the blue and white tiled island and started to pull out cartons labeled Henri Veronique, the best French bistro in town.
"I thought you were cooking tonight."
Hunter chuckled, shook his head and continued to empty the bags onto the counter. "I said I would bring everything, Ash, not cook it." His voice dropped another octave. "Why waste time cooking when there are much more interesting things to do?"
She caught her breath. Suddenly food seemed far from important. Her whole body twitched with the urge to run her hands over his smooth, muscular torso. Well, why not? She moved behind him, slid her hands underneath his shirt at the waist and ran them slowly up his chest. The feel of soft skin over hard muscle made her stomach twist. She laid her head on his back, wishing his shirt a thousand miles away. When her fingers reached his peaked nipples, she moaned and ground her hips against his ass. If she couldn't feel more skin soon she would tear his clothes off herself.