by Gemma James
“Seconds are ticking away,” I remind her.
My tone must have convinced her I’m serious. Springing into motion, she yanks her shirt over all of that fiery red hair, revealing a black bra and panty set. She’s wearing lace, and I want to believe she put it on for me.
And I want to see more. God, I want to see so much more.
“Lose the lace. I want nothing between my eyes and your body.”
Her hands tremble as she brings them to the front clasp of her bra. Parting the cups, she lets the straps slide down her arms, exposing the sexiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. They’re not too small, not too big. They’re perfect; perky, round, and creamy, with rosy pink nipples forming two buds I can’t wait to get my mouth on.
“Your panties,” I rasp out.
Her shy gaze falters as she pushes her panties down her thighs and steps out of them.
Naked. Sadie is completely fucking naked in front of me. The moment is too surreal.
I gesture to my bed. “Lie back and spread your legs.”
“Spread my legs?” She sounds incredulous, which is kind of cute.
“Uh-huh.” A gentle shove sends her onto my bed. “I want to see you.”
“W-why?”
God, does she have no idea how gorgeous she is? “You saw me last night, did you not?”
Her cheeks turn pink as she lowers her gaze to the front of my pants, and I know she’s remembering. She didn’t just see me—she also tasted me.
I wish I could return the favor, but that’s not happening. Not yet. Every move I make with her has to be careful and thought-out.
“Now, Sawyer. Spread your legs.”
She appears stricken by what I’m asking of her, but she follows my directions anyway. Hell, I can hardly believe I’m letting this side of me out in front of her—the take charge side that few women see, unless they’re naked in my bed.
Sadie’s trembling as she scoots back on the mattress by a few inches. Legs bent at the knees, she parts her thighs before my hungry eyes, and my breath hitches.
She’s already wet.
I fist my hands, clamoring for composure at the sight of her glistening pussy. I can’t fuck this up.
Not with Sadie.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, almost reverently as she locks her jade eyes on mine. We stare at each other for what seems like forever, and I think we both recognize this moment for what it is.
A journey down a rocky path we can’t come back from.
“Rub yourself.”
She visibly swallows, her gaze taking in my towering form standing between her splayed thighs. I clasp my hands at my back and wait her out, knowing this isn’t easy for her. She’s inhibited, unsure of herself, and I want her to see just how much watching her can affect a man.
How much it affects me.
“Ashton…” Her right hand forms a fist at her side.
“I can smell your sweet scent from here. You’re aroused and wet as hell. Touch yourself, Sadie.”
Inch by inch, she moves her hand toward her pussy, eyes drifting shut the instant her fingers slide home. But I’m not about to let her retreat into herself. Shedding my own shirt, I toss it across the room then lean over the bed, fitting my torso between her legs. I prop myself up with a hand on either side of her head.
Her eyes fly open.
“I want to watch you come.”
“I-I don’t…I don’t know if I can in front—”
Dipping my head, I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she cuts off her protest with a gasp.
“Jesus!”
“Jesus isn’t here right now, sweetheart. It’s just you and me.” I kiss a path across her heaving chest to her other nipple and gently capture it between my teeth. She’s moaning, writhing underneath me, and I know she’s finally getting out of her own head, losing herself to impending orgasmic bliss. Glancing down between our bodies, I watch her fingers move fast over her clit.
My jeans are becoming too tight, and the need to unzip is overwhelming, but I don’t dare move. One glance at her face has me transfixed. She’s straining her neck, chin tilting toward the ceiling, and though her eyes are closed, it doesn’t bother me this time because I know she’s lost to the touch of her hand.
To the heat of my body hovering over her.
To my mouth on her feverish skin.
She is one-hundred percent here in the moment with me. I drag my tongue over her nipple then blow on it, loving the way it puckers. Loving the way she moans my name.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“I’m gonna come.” Sweat breaks out on her skin, and she’s rolling her head back and forth as she chants oh God over and over again.
“You’re close,” I whisper, brushing my mouth over her collarbone. Barely grazing her skin, I make my way up the smooth column of her neck until I find her ear. “The pressure’s building, making you wetter.”
“Ashton.” The way she cries my name—with a breathless whimper that pleads for mercy—spears straight through me, slicing me in two.
“So fucking sexy. Surrender to it, Sadie.”
She cries out as a shudder rips through her body. Spine arching, her limbs held hostage by the waves of pleasure wrapping her in ecstasy, she comes undone before my eyes. An endless amount of seconds go by before she descends from the high. Her gorgeous green eyes flutter open and meet mine.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with the truth in those words. My breaths are as ragged as hers. Before she has the chance to retreat into shyness again, I shove off the mattress and haul her to her feet. My fingers find their way into her wild locks, and I’m tempted to break the no-kissing rule. But the desire in her eyes pulls me under the haze of her allure, and I drop my hands to her shoulders, needing to feel her mouth on me again too damn much.
“On your knees,” I rasp out.
Her eyes are huge and round as she sinks to the floor. I gather her thick mane in my hands and hold it back from her face. “Unzip me.”
Licking her lips, she brings her fingers to the front of my pants and frees my erection. I fist her hair, fighting the urge to bring her closer. It takes everything I have not to push inside her mouth and take control.
“God, Sadie. You’ve got me so fucking worked up.” I loosen my fingers, and some of her hair slips through the cracks. “But as much as it’s killing me, we’re doing this at your speed.”
Her gaze veers to my face, full of trust. “Can I touch you?”
“Hell, yes.”
Her dainty, hesitant fingers curl around the base of my cock, and my eyes almost roll back at the softness of her warm touch. The sweetness of it. Watching her hand glide up and down my shaft is enough to hypnotize me. I’m so far gone that I don’t realize I’m pulling on her hair too hard.
But her wince of pain is short-lived, and she doesn’t seem to mind my harsh grip. Tilting my hips forward, I rub the head of my cock along the seam of her mouth, bathing her soft lips in the pre-cum I’m already leaking all over the place.
I remember all too well how perfect the glove of her mouth felt last night. She opened Pandora’s box the instant she crawled underneath that table. Her tongue darts out to taste me, making me hiss in a breath between clenched teeth. Hot damn, I’ve entertained fantasies of her on her knees for years, have never wanted inside a woman’s mouth as much as I do now, but I hold back, determined not to rush her or scare her away. I’ll wait as long as it takes for her to open her sweet mouth and let me conquer it.
Her jade orbs flick up to my face, and I’m surprised by the bold way she holds my gaze as she parts her lips. Slowly, I push inside and sheath my cock in the perfection of her hot, wet mouth.
Blessed hell.
Her lips close around my shaft, and her tongue swirls the head. She sucks me in like I’m a damn lollipop. I find her inexperience intoxicating, her flushed cheeks endearing, her need to please addictive.
Moving my hand to the back of her head, I urge her forward until she allows me to thrust a little deeper. “That’s it. So fucking good.” I cover her hand with my own and show her how to stroke me while she sucks.
The instant her eyes drift shut, I know she’s getting into it. And I’m lost, moving my hips in a steady tempo, plundering her willing mouth, moving toward the back of her throat with a sense of patience I rarely possess.
But this is Sadie.
My Sadie.
And she’s worth it.
“I’m going deeper. You might gag, but just focus on breathing through your nose, okay?”
Our eyes lock, and as she moans her consent around my cock, shooting vibrations of pleasure straight to my balls, the heat in her stare is my undoing. My patience snaps, and I thrust between her tonsils until she’s gagging.
“Fuck,” I groan, fighting for air. Fighting for control. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
She whimpers around my shaft, maybe even whines a little, but one glance at her face tells me she’s empowered by this. Her jade eyes are wide, unwavering, darkening with desire.
“You’re so beautiful.” And I’m so close. As much as I want to come down her throat, I don’t think she’s ready for that. Fisting her hair until my nails bite into my palm, I moan, and she responds with one of her own.
I’m a goner.
She drags the orgasm from me before I’m ready, and I barely pull out in time to come all over her tits.
Chapter Seven
Sadie
He finishes on my breasts, and as his release drips down my belly, I suddenly find the floor fascinating. The fact that he didn’t come in my mouth tells me everything I need to know. The realization has me fighting back tears.
I’m no good at this.
Without warning, he hauls me to my feet, and his fingers sink into my hair, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t even go there, Sadie.”
“Go where?”
“To that place in your head telling you you’re not good enough. You fucking wrecked me.”
“You didn’t come in my mouth.”
“No, I didn’t. Not this time.” He brushes his thumb down my cheek. “I don’t think you’re ready yet. But trust me on this. It’ll happen soon, and when I do come down your throat, you’ll swallow every last drop before licking me clean to the tip.”
His words shatter the rhythm of my heartbeat, sending it out of sync.
“Do you understand?” he asks, his thumb whisking across my lips like a kiss.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” He lowers his attention to my chest. “I like the idea of you wearing my cum home.” The grin he shoots me is absolutely lecherous. “It can be your trophy for the day.”
“Jesus, Ash. You’re incorrigible.”
“I think part of you already knew that, or you wouldn’t have crawled under that table last night.”
“I was drunk,” I protest, shaking my head until he pulls his hands from my hair.
“Speaking of which,” he says, taking a seat at the end of the bed, “I need to do something about that.” Before I’m able to ask him what he means, he pulls me over his lap, smearing his release all over his jeans, and brings his palm down on my ass.
“What the hell, Ash?” The words are an indignant shrill bouncing off the walls of his room.
Smack!
My skin stings and tingles where his hand lands on my ass. And these aren’t playful swats. He’s putting a lot of strength into each smack. I can’t believe Ashton is spanking me, but what I find even more alarming is how it’s turning me on as much as it hurts.
My dignity won’t let me give in without a fight though. I struggle against his hold, my feet desperate to find purchase on solid ground again. Instead, my fight only aids him in positioning me, and I tilt headfirst toward the floor, ass rising in the air.
His strong, immovable grip keeps me from falling, and he tucks me firm against his abdomen. “Stop fighting me, Sadie. This is the consequence of your actions last night. You want me to teach you? You’ve got it, but you’re getting your ass spanked as well.”
“What gives you the right to lay your fucking hands on me?”
“Your arousal, that’s what.”
“You think this is turning me on?” I scoff, denying the heat wafting off my cheeks—above and below the waist.
“Oh, sweetheart, I know it is.”
Another slap of his palm finds its target, making me jerk atop his lap.
“Your breathing is heavy.”
Smack!
“Your body is flushed with sweat.”
Smack!
“But right here,” he says, shoving his fingers inside me, “this is all I need to know. You’re wet as hell.”
“I’m mad as hell!” Squirming on his denim-clad thighs, I let out a warning growl.
He isn’t phased by it.
His fingers aren’t helping either. This is the first time he’s touched me like this, those digits stroking me to madness, turning me into a drenched mess. He’s coaxing my growling tantrum into a series of whimpering moans.
“Fucking hell, Sadie. I don’t know whether to spank you, or make you come.”
“Second option,” I gasp.
“Do you have the slightest clue why I’m doing this?”
I shake my head, beyond caring at this point. I just want his fingers deeper.
“I’m spanking you because you let that jerk get inside your head. Because you ran straight for the club and too many shots of tequila. He didn’t deserve your tears, let alone you losing your shit and putting yourself at risk over him.”
“Trust me,” I grind out between gritted teeth, “it won’t happen again.”
“It’d better not.” He withdraws his fingers then smacks my ass once more. “I’m glad you called me and Mandy, but let’s be honest here. You should have called us first. That’s what friends do—they lean on each other.”
“Right now, the only thing I’m leaning on is your lap.”
His stomach vibrates with laughter, and I’m a bit disappointed when he helps me to my feet. He got me so fired up that I’m still throbbing with the need to come. He grabs my clothes off the floor and hands them to me.
“You’re sending me home?”
“Yep.” He stands tall, feet shoulder-width apart on the floor, and his body is a masterpiece. Broad chest, perfectly cut abs, and a torso that tapers into territory my gaze can’t help but ogle. His pants are still unzipped and hanging open. He’s hard again, and the realization sends a wave of heat through my limbs.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Slowly, his arms drop to his sides. “No, Sadie.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’m respecting your limits by not fucking you.”
“Oh.” I shoot a glance at the bed, imagining us in it. Naked, wrapped around each other, twisted in the sheets and covered in sweat, because sex with Ashton would be a full-body workout. He’d dominate me in every way possible.
Sex with him would be mind-blowing. Life-changing. And I want that more than I thought I would. No guy has ever been inside of me, and suddenly, I want him to be my first more than anything—this sexy man who grew from the boy I remember from childhood.
But then I envision our friendship bursting into flames, turning to ash in the destruction. I can almost hear the inevitable shattering of my heart.
It’s just not worth it.
As I pull my T-shirt over my head and step into my jeans, I know deep down that keeping a certain amount of distance between us is crucial. There’s a big difference between sucking his cock and letting him inside my body.
Inside my soul.
And maybe that’s why I’m still a virgin—no one’s ever been important enough for me to want to go there. Though I’ve certainly tried a couple of times, only to watch it blow up in disaster after I realized I wasn’t ready.
In my experience, men are impatient and quick to anger whe
n they don’t get what they want. Mandy would tell me that I have poor taste in guys, and maybe she’s right. Scratch that—I know she’s right. But Ashton is different. He’s not angry. He’s waiting with patience while I dress, aroused as all get-out and not doing a thing about it. My gaze stalls on his erection.
“Do you want me to…I could…do it again before I leave?” The thought of fitting my lips over him again excites me way too much.
A smirk shapes his mouth. “You want to suck my cock again?” He takes a step toward me. “You can say the words, you know. You won’t turn to salt, I promise.”
“I-I know.”
He invades my space in a way that’s becoming too familiar. Taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he studies my face. “Go home, Sadie. Tomorrow is another day. You can bet your reddened ass that I’ll be seeing you again.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He lets me go, and somehow, I manage to escape his place with my heart still in one piece. With my lips unmolested by his tempting mouth. But I’m not a complete fool. We’re playing a dangerous game, and I’m kidding myself if I think I can keep my heart out of it.
I’m already in too deep.
Chapter Eight
Sadie
When it comes to Ashton Levine, in too deep doesn’t cut it. I run the tip of my tongue across my lips as I approach my apartment, as if I can lick away the memory of his cock in my mouth. As if I can will away the sting from his punishing hand on my ass. The pain is nothing but a phantom recollection, but remembering how he pulled me over his knees and spanked me leaves me conflicted. This whole arrangement with him leaves me confused and uncertain. I already know I can’t trust my judgment, let alone my heart, when it comes to Ashton.
To make matters worse, Mandy is going to want answers about my behavior last night at the club. I haven’t seen her since I got wasted the night before. She’d already left for work by the time Ashton invaded my bed this morning, demanding an explanation for my insane actions.