Kiss My Ash

by Leddy Harper

  I was dizzy and intoxicated from his mouth and hands, unable to think about anything other than feeling him all around me. It was the first time we’d been in this position, where I could hold onto him this way, and I loved it. I wanted the freedom to do this all the time. The way I fit against him made me believe we’d been sculpted from the same piece of clay to complement each other.

  Ash gripped my hips with enough strength that I’d likely have marks in the shape of his hands by morning. Thoughts of sensual bruises made me writhe against him harder, which had him holding me tighter. He released me with one hand, grazing his knuckles over the sensitive skin along my side, on his way to my chest. And when his thumb circled my hardened nipple, it left me moaning, frantically moving against him as his erection massaged my eager clit.

  Breaking our kiss yet keeping our mouths close, he slid his fingers into my hair. “You okay?”

  “Just a little more. I’m almost there.”

  Apparently, he liked that answer.

  His growl ripped through his torso, reverberating through my entire body until it settled between my thighs like a ticking time bomb. Then, as if I weighed nothing, he held me tighter and pushed off the couch. I didn’t have the wherewithal to question where he was taking me, just as long as he intended to alleviate this ache he’d caused.

  A light came on, and a second later, I was on my back, my bed beneath me. Asher toed off his shoes and then kneeled on the edge of the mattress between my legs, the hunger in his eyes heightening the longing that burned inside.

  He unhooked the button on my shorts and lowered my zipper, all while keeping his eyes on mine. Which is where they remained as he dragged the denim down my legs, tossing it onto the floor.

  And he didn’t just climb onto the bed; he crawled onto it with his lips trailing along my calf on his way to my inner thigh. He paused for a moment, and in heady, husky voice, he asked, “You’re not going to regret this, are you?”

  “Not if you keep doing that, I won’t.”

  With a smile, he licked the sensitive skin on my inner thigh before finding his way to where I needed him most. I thought briefly about the fact that I still wore panties, but he quickly solved that problem by hooking his thumb beneath one side and moving it out of the way, exposing me.

  In an instant, he covered my swollen clit and hummed like my own personal vibrator. My hands immediately went to his hair, where I fisted the overgrown strands. I’d noticed earlier that he needed it cut, but now I hoped he never did more than trim it. With his head between my legs, this was the only way I could keep myself grounded.

  The moment I began to climax, he switched it up. An eager gasp rushed out when he slid one finger inside me. He lifted his chin, found my eyes, and smiled. And while holding my gaze, he flicked the bundle of nerves with his tongue. As if that wasn’t enough to make me explode, he stroked the undiscovered sweet spot inside.

  But again…as soon as I reached the edge, he backed off.

  A groan furled in my chest. Too many men had a bad habit of stopping or switching up the pace the second a woman began the climb of ecstasy. And if I had to teach Asher the ropes, even if that meant someone else would reap the benefits, then so be it. Just as long as I received part of the reward this time.

  “Ash…” The second I uttered his name, he silenced my raspy plea by adding another finger. And instead of finishing my thought, I released a moan. His lesson on oral sex would have to wait…or not happen at all.

  He repeated the same gesture—flicking, stroking—though this time, I couldn’t watch. My lids had grown heavy, and they weren’t lifting anytime soon. Not even when he growled, “Look at me, Kris.” Although, he knew what to do to get his way. He stilled again, forcing my eyes open and on him.

  His smirk might’ve irritated me if it hadn’t turned me on so much.

  “I promised you I’d make you come. All I ask is that you watch me do it.”

  I nodded, hoping and praying he’d go back to what he was doing—more importantly, not stop this time. I fisted his hair, tugging at the roots to get my point across.

  Point being: make me come.

  If he had a problem with my impatience, then he could blame himself. I’d never been so greedy in the bedroom before. Never had a man given me a reason to beg…until Ash. And now, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to have him bring me pleasure.

  His eyes remained on mine, taunting me with the desire that darkened the rich brown. They pulled me in while he began to slowly lick me, his fingers sliding in and out as though he were making love to me with his hand—gentle and caring.

  That all changed when he lowered his mouth to my mound.

  Flattening his tongue, he massaged my ache and groaned—so much better than a hum. Although, it was difficult to focus on that sensation while he rekindled the fire within me with each pump, each curl of his fingers inside. He had me on the verge of detonating, and I warred with my desperation to reach it and my desire to make this moment last.

  Unfortunately, Ash didn’t give me an option.

  Without warning, he pinched my clit between his teeth. It sent me overboard. It took me from climbing the mountain to falling off the other side in an instant. I ground against his face, arched my spine, and dug the back of my head into the pillow while a strangled whimper tore through my throat.

  My orgasm engulfed me in heat, and just as quickly as it came on, it vanished. Euphoria left me immobile, breathless, my muscles tired and weighted. I couldn’t do anything other than smile like a loon.

  Ash dragged himself up my body, kissing the parts of bare skin he could along the way. Settling between my legs, he brought his mouth to mine, and as I tasted myself on his tongue, the burning embers inside reignited. I held his face between my hands and enticed him with my hips. It was enough to make him rock his erection against my wet panties and rumble with need.

  “I could eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” His normal baritone was nothing but ragged air as he spoke against my lips.

  “I think I can make that happen.”

  The hunger and ferociousness of his kisses nearly had me ready to come apart again. Too impatient to wait a second longer to feel him inside me, I let go of his face and trailed my fingers down his sides, then I pushed my hand past the waistband of his shorts. His growl warmed my skin, and then his body shuttered between my legs.

  It propelled me to keep this going.

  He rasped my name into the crook of my neck, and it was enough to send me to the edge. I barely had a grip on my sanity. And then I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. His thick, smooth shaft slid against my palm as I gently teased him, needing to secure the outcome of this. The only thought running through my mind was how he’d feel inside me.

  And there was no way I’d stop until I found out.

  That was all it took to force him into action. He pushed off me, and with an impressive sense of urgency, he rid me of my panties. Sliding off the end of the bed until he stood directly in front of me, eyes capturing mine, he reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt. It was hot—though not nearly as hot as when he unfastened his shorts and tugged just enough for the material to fall to his feet.

  I wanted to drop my gaze and admire the erection I had only ever felt, yet I couldn’t manage to break our eye contact, too absorbed in the adoration and longing in his heated stare. I couldn’t even look away when he lunged forward, fitting himself between my thighs. And when he slid his hand up my side, taking my shirt with it, I was too consumed by the heat of his body on mine to do anything other than help him rid me of the last piece of clothing between us.

  Now, both of us fully naked, he grabbed my waist with one hand while holding himself over me with the other. As if we’d done this a thousand times, my legs naturally hooked around his body, my ankles locking in place over his ass. And when the heat of his cock slid against my bare sex, the thought of him so close to filling me had me begging for more.

  His h
ips swayed back and forth, and the smooth underside of his dick slid against my aching clit. I clung to his shoulders tighter, trying desperately to hold on to something, knowing how close I was to coming for the second time tonight. Deep rumbles reverberated through his chest as he held me tighter and groaned with my earlobe caught between his lips. It was sexy and sensual and wiped my mind clear of reality.

  I had a fleeting thought about protection, but it vanished before I could question it, because it felt too good to stop. The telltale tingles began to spread, and I tightened my grip on his sides, squeezing him between my thighs.

  “Let me know when you’re ready, Kris. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  “Then fuck me, Ash.”

  He shifted quickly, and as soon as his lips devoured mine, his length filled and stretched me. He pumped in and out, swallowing my cries of satisfaction. I clung to his shoulders while he took control, pulling my body against his while he crashed into me with equal and opposite momentum. After only a few thrusts, I fell apart, coming undone with a strangled sob.

  Ash slammed into me once more, using his hold on my body to pull me into him roughly, and then he stilled. His fiery breaths heated my shoulder where he dropped his forehead while my frantic gasps of air created a melody for our racing hearts.

  “I’m a fucking idiot,” he growled against my skin.

  Had there been more oxygen going to my brain, I might’ve done more than graze his bare back with my nails while nonchalantly asking, “Why’s that?”

  “I’ve never felt anything more amazing than being inside you…” He lifted his head and found my eyes. “Yet I waited two months. If I knew it would’ve been like this, I would’ve fucked you in the pool that day.”

  I smiled, smoothing my palms down his sides before resting them just above his hips. “And then I would’ve killed you the night I found out you were seventeen.”

  “Oh, babe…” He tsked with a devilishly sexy smirk that hit me straight between the legs, where he still remained seated inside me. “Fucking you would be worth the gory death.”

  “I’m going to take that as a compliment and ignore the morbidity of it.”

  He pressed his smiling lips to mine once more before slowly pulling away. He peppered kisses down my chest, taking a moment to flick his tongue over my sensitive nipple, and then slipped out of me. Yet it wasn’t until he made it off the bed and headed into the bathroom before realization hit.

  I was no stranger to being wet—hell, Ash had left me drenched since the beginning of June—but there was no way that the warmth that seeped out of me was all mine. That’s when it dawned on me that Ash hadn’t worn a condom.

  Rolling onto my side, I curled into a fetal position and groaned.

  When Ash came back into the room with a damp cloth to clean me up, he paused next to the bed, worry painted his expression like a work of art. “What’s wrong, Kris?”

  The longer it took me to speak, the more concerned he became. He set the washcloth on my nightstand and slid onto the mattress, lying next to me on his side so that we were face to face. Anxiety filled me for many different reasons, but mostly because this wasn’t a fun conversation to have. I was angry—more with myself than with him—though I didn’t want to fight.

  Not now. Not after that.

  “Babe…talk to me. Please. You’re starting to scare me.”

  I laid my hand on his cheek and swiped my thumb back and forth, hoping it would help calm me and offer him comfort. “I don’t make the best choices when I’m around you, and it freaks me out. I don’t think that’s a good thing.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I didn’t want him to think I regretted it, since I told him I wouldn’t, but he needed to realize this went beyond forgetting a condom once. “I can’t blame Emma’s dad for knocking me up, because I was just as young and stupid as he was. But ever since then, I’ve prided myself on being responsible when it comes to sex.”

  His gaze narrowed, his brows knitting together.

  Rather than wait for him to connect the dots, I did it for him. “You didn’t use protection…and you came inside me.”

  He closed his eyes and sighed. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Kristy. I wasn’t thinking. Isn’t there a pill or something you can get from a pharmacist?”

  “There’s no need for that. I’m on birth control. But that’s not what I’m concerned about.” My heart hammered against my sternum. And when I took too long to respond, he pushed up on his elbow, rolling me to my back, and regarded me while waiting for me to continue. “There are other reasons to wear condoms, Ash. Too many to name, but they’re all considered sexually transmitted diseases. Did you miss that day in health class?”

  He released a sigh of relief, dropping his forehead to mine. “Are you clean?”

  It shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did, as if he asked because I was older or had a kid, even though he’d likely been with more partners than I had. “Of course I am.”

  “Then you’re fine. There’s nothing to worry about.”

  I pressed my hands against his bare chest and shoved against him just enough to pull his head away from mine, not enough to push him off me. “Have you ever been tested? Things might have changed a lot since I was your age, but I’m pretty sure high school boys don’t get regular screenings, and if they do, it’s not for good reasons.”

  He cupped my face, his slow-forming grin catching me off guard. “I’m clean, but I can get tested if it would make you feel better.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I’ve never done anything to contract one.”

  I gaped at him, blinking rapidly. I had to have heard him wrong.

  “I fucked up, Kris,” he continued, disregarding my confusion and shock. “I guess I wasn’t prepared to finally be in that position with you. But I promise, from now on, I won’t forget again.”

  “Wait…” I shook my head. “Repeat that last thing again. What do you mean you’ve never done anything to get an STD?”

  He thought this was funny. “Really? You want me to spell it out for you?”

  “Yes. Because we clearly aren’t talking about the same thing here. There’s no way, Ash. No way could you have done all that to me if you’ve never…” I blinked several times, unable to even utter it for fear I had assumed wrong.

  “Think about it. I lasted about five seconds.”

  I continued to blink, my mouth still wide open.

  He huffed a sigh and dropped his head. “As embarrassing as this is to say…that was my first time. I’ve never had sex before.”

  It seemed that was enough to snap me out of it. “I took your…virginity?”

  “Yes, babe,” he said through breathy humor.

  I covered my face with my hands and suppressed a groan. “This has to be a cruel joke.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  Scoffing, I dropped my arms and tried to ignore how sexy he was as he hovered over me, my heart rate speeding up at the realization that we both remained completely naked. It took a moment, but I eventually remembered what I wanted to say. “As if your being eighteen isn’t bad enough…I find out after you totally rocked my world that I took your virginity. It’s like the universe is messing with me.”

  “I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.”

  It was not lost on me that a guy’s first time wasn’t the same as a girl’s. Although, my reaction wasn’t about that. “Two reasons, Ash. First, it makes me feel even worse, like I’m some pervert, some old woman taking advantage of someone younger.”

  “You’re not.”

  “Second,” I continued, ignoring his argument, “if you managed to give me the best sex I’ve ever had on your first go at it…then I’m in for a whole heap of trouble once you gain a little more stamina.”

  The hunger in his eyes returned, the orange glow heating me from the inside out. “I’m pretty sure round two can top that.”

  “I don’t know…” I bit my lip, daring him
to make good on his word. “I’ll believe it when it happens.”

  A growl rumbled in his chest, his arm trembling under his weight as he fought to hold onto his waning restraint. “I promised I would wear a condom next time. I don’t have any, Kris. I honestly didn’t think we’d do this when I came over tonight.”

  I rolled my bottom half to part my legs, silently inviting him in. “You already make me feel like a teenager, might as well act like one, too.”

  “You sure?”

  I trailed my nails down his chest and then wrapped my fingers around his dick, surprised to find it hard again. Apparently, not everything got better with age. “Don’t make me beg.”

  He shifted his weight to settle himself between my legs. “Maybe I want to hear you beg.”

  Feeling his length slide against my throbbing clit, I closed my eyes and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. It may have been his birthday, but it sure as hell felt like mine.

  Chapter Eight

  Asher

  The idea of being with Kristy didn’t come close to the reality of it. But she was right about one thing…sex would never be enough when it came to her. Then again, that wasn’t a surprise. I already knew I’d want more, just like I was aware she wouldn’t.

  So, I had to take what I could get.

  For now.

  Dad came home the day after my birthday, but aside from dinner on Friday, I didn’t see him much the rest of the weekend. I told him I had plans on Saturday to go camping at the lake with friends from school, and other than repeating the same warning I’d heard a million times, he didn’t question it. Although, for some reason, he felt the need to mention that I was now an adult, so if I broke the law, I’d be looking at jail time rather than house arrest.

  I hated lying to him after all I’d done to earn his trust. However, there was no way he’d agree if I told him I planned to spend the entire night in a hotel room with my thirty-three-year-old neighbor, building my stamina to ensure she’d never look elsewhere for sex.