by Ally Crew
Has he blown through his monthly entertainment budget on me? He ordered for the most expensive wine on the list, and almost took offence when I offered to pay for the dessert. After having funded my past guys like I was their sugar mama, I’m feeling like a spoiled princess with Ash now. The fact that he’s more handsome than most men is fueling the fantasy. A heavenly sensation envelops my shivering heart like a favorite blanket in winter.
I angle close to his shoulder, and touch his strong hand once, making sure he’s real and not going to vanish into nothingness once the clock on my mobile strikes midnight. A warmness tightens and slickens my intimate core.
He’s real alright.
However, as the car rolls up through a sweeping driveway to park in front of his home, confusion darkens my horizon once again. His “home” is twice as large, and three times as wide as any house I’ve seen—and in one of the poshest suburbs in the city. It’s a mansion. As we get out of the car, and make our way to a grand marbled porch, a man opens the front door.
“Hello,” he welcomes the two of us with a measured smile. “Mr. Ash.”
“Good evening.” Ash places his hand on the small of my back, bolting a thousand shudders through me, “Callie, this is Broward, my assistant.”
“Hello,” I nod, slightly amused, because Broward is acting like a butler rather than an assistant.
When I stroll into his house, the wonders only continue. In a haven of opulent design, stylized by gray stone floors and red accents, the place reminds me of the houses of A-list celebrities I’ve seen in TV shows.
How is this possible?
True, architects do make enough to live a comfortable life, but a frickin’ mansion with a sweeping driveway, a massive porch and a butler? Maybe he was born rich? Money doesn’t bother me, but this isn’t just a little overwhelming, it’s like I’m meeting a new man, not the one I’ve come to enjoy and know.
He guides me towards his library, and I follow him into a room with swanky floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on three walls and a glass cabinet on the fourth. Sauntering past the fluffy sheepskin rug at the center, he removes a decanter from the cabinet and pours us both a drink. I thank him for the offer and pick mine, my eyes nervously rifling through the volumes in his library.
I’ve gone against my earlier vow and gotten into the car with him, I know what it implies—that I’m going by current instincts rather than by past experiences. That I’m placing my trust in a man—again—wanting to believe that I won’t be left hurting this time. I’ve never surrendered my body to a man before, but I want to with this one. I should be questioning my motives and desires, but I am not.
I want to please him and see the same smile on his face as after I exited that stage. He met me as I crossed the room and lifted me into the air, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek and almost burning a hole where his fiery lips touched. To see that smile again would mean everything to me.
From the looks of the house, I clearly have no idea who he really is. Barely a day-old entity in my life, Ash Brody is now occupying the biggest portion of it. Yet somehow, I can’t stop. I don’t even want to. Hell, sharing the same room-space is enough to get my pussy dripping and calling for his radiating manliness. It’s like his pheromones are a magic formula specifically concocted to make my pleasure spots tingle.
And a tingle must be satiated…with a smile.
8
Brody
In the car, she was touching my arm for comfort. When she explored my den, she stayed close to me, like a puppy in a large park. And now she’s browsing through my books, while she gathers her thoughts.
She’s a little afraid—understandably so. She’s probably never done this before. But I’m going to remove every thorny fear, so it’s nothing but a bed of soft and enticing roses for her. And I’ll do this every day, every moment we make love, and every time we fuck.
“Callie…” Crossing over to my girl on the couch, I wrap her cheek in my palm. “Say you’ll be mine forever.” My tone is husky and demanding.
A shudder prickles her arms. “No,” she skittishly shakes her head, “I can’t promise that. But… I can be yours tonight.”
Only tonight isn’t enough. I need forever. I crave forever. But…I’ll settle for tonight—only because I know we are meant to be forever. The very whisper of that notion in my head and my cock is hard and ready.
“I…I must tell you…” she continues, “I’ve never done this before.”
I don’t flinch, just lowering to the leather sofa slowly. Our first encounter was enough to tell me she’d never been with a man.
“I’m never going to hurt you, Callie.”
“I know. I trust you like I’ve never trusted any man.” Her chest rises and falls quickly as she motions. Her curly lashes flutter for a bit and settle low, averting my gaze. Her reaction is a spark to my volatile hormones. As my desire flares, I encase her face in my clasp and bring her lips near mine, brushing against them with a series of tender pecks and licks. When I know she’s ready, I let the tip of my tongue wander into the slit of her lips gently, urging her to open her mouth for me, so I can finally partake in the delights I’ve been craving all day long. She obeys with a moan. The next moment, I curl my large hands in her hair, while her cottony lips are claimed by the fiery passion of mine. What follows is explosive, as our mouths make perfect love.
I lift her and she takes the hint, moving to straddle my thighs, boxing them in with the firm strength of her own. And as much as I want to protect her, she’s giving the same back to me.
When my lungs finally force me apart from her sweetness for some air, I shift my affection down to her neck. Her skin feels so fresh. A roll of cream silk slides beneath the leathery scruff of my jaw. Anywhere I touch imprints her. Exploring her body is my newest favorite passion.
I leave behind a rosy trail of lust from the side of her neck down to the base of her throat. She winces when the urges get rough, yet grabs my hair holding me steady, begging me not to stop. She wants to be devoured and told how delicious she is.
“You want to hear something don’t you, baby?” I whisper by her ear.
“Yea… yes,” she stammers on a wanton rasp, molding into the contours of my arms “Tell me what I want to hear…”
“Just ask, sweetheart.” I run a finger on the cushy inside of her thighs, up, down, and then back up, teasing her. I barely make it to her upper thigh before I can already sense how warm and wet apex of her thighs has become. “Ask me what you want…and I’ll give it to you.” I growl as my thoughts tumble into the darkest parts of my mind. “Anything.”
She gasps aloud as I stop short of her panties, her hands pressing to my chest to keep from collapsing. “T…tell me I’m enough for you…”
A predatory grin slants my lips. “Go on…”
“Tell me you like what you see…” she continues, her unsteady voice a mix of aroused and anxious notes—and that is one hell of an erotic tune to my ears.
“Good girl,” I squeeze her perfectly rounded ass beneath her dress. And then I reward her, by telling her how good every inch of her ivory goodness is for me, while I ravage them with my lovemaking. “This is heavenly.” I kiss her cleavage, pulling at the zipper at the back of her dress. Nudging the peach dress off that ends up pooling at her waist, I nibble at her shoulders “And this is luscious…”
Undoing the hook of her strapless bra, I admire her breasts with a greedy gaze. My breath curls in my throat and my shaft throbs forcefully, pushing against my trousers till my thighs can feel its spasms. If she’s wrecking my composure now, I’m going to have a very tough battle ahead, trying to last any length of any time when I reach her pussy. “Now this…this is bliss.” I begin kneading their cushiony swell within my palms.
“Oh, God.” With her eyes rolling to a dazed close, she arches her breasts towards me, gifting me more of herself. “Ash… that feels so…”
“Hmmm… good?” I chuckle since she leaves the sentence hanging.
“Yes,” she moans the word.
“You want more?”
“Y…” she manages an answer sometime later, “Yes.”
“Then ask me for more…”
“Pl… please give me more…”
“I will. I have plenty more for you, baby.” Spoiling her dusty rose nipples with gentle massages, I tongue them with special flicks, alternating my attention from one to the other. It drives her so wild that she forgets her reserve and cries my name out in a long thirsty moan. When her fingers grab at me in a frenzy, leaving scratches on the nape of my neck, I know she’s coming. A glorious tide of quivers surge from her neck down to her feet. I hold her limp body till she’s savored every second of it, keenly aware, from how long it takes her to recoup, that she’s never orgasmed that way before.
“Was that nice?” I ask, watching the flush covering her body fade slightly.
“Heavenly…” Her chest heaves, breathless.
“And…”
“I…” She watches me in an idyllic daze. “I think I want more.”
“Think?”
“No. I know I want more…”
“Good girl. Because I’ve only just started.”
9
Callie
Surely, I can’t still be conscious. So, either I’m dreaming. Or, I’ve died and gone to Heaven. No. I’m still alive. The pangs between my legs at every brush of his steely bulge remind me of that. So, is this how sex is supposed to be? If so, what the hell had I been waiting for? I look into his ocean deep blue eyes. Because I was meant to have it—with him—and holy hell does this man know how to love, from our first kiss sometime back to our fiery foreplay now, I’m feeling well-loved.
I want to love him back too. My restless hands paw at the buttons of his shirts. It’s hard to believe I’m Callie West. I’m surely as shit not acting like her, as I try tearing open his shirt so I can ogle at the sexy ridges of his chest. But he wouldn’t let me. Instead, he pins my hands to my sides.
“Ash,” I mewl like a pet in his arms, at the full mercy of his devilish choices. He moves me to the couch, on my back all while stripping my dress to the floor, and begins licking the valley between my breasts, working his way down to my soft and full midriff. Coming to a halt in front of my mound, he poses himself on his knees. Then, his fingers begin toying with the band of my panties, while his eyes toy with mine, and the overwhelming anticipation just about knocks me out.
“Oh my God,” I whimper a prayer through half-open eyelids. I might need a divine intervention with this sex devil.
Pulling off the only piece of cloth on me, he picks up my thigh gently and drapes it over his shoulder. “Now, this looks tasty,” he remarks, the delighted growl in his chest shooting nervous shivers up my spine.
Prying open my fleshy folds, he pushes one finger in, rubbing my pulsing clit with his rough padded thumb. Then he pushes a second finger into my entrance, my body gripping him internally like one of those woven finger torture toys.
“Baby…” He pauses, caressing my legs when I clench up. I rise to my elbows to see him. “Callie, you know you want this and I want to give you what you want. Your pussy is showing me you want this. So sweetie, let go…trust me.”
Trust him? I’ve fought falling for so long that I have to remember what I’m fighting for…love.
I draw a deep relaxing breath, and fall back in surrender, as his fingers trace their way back to my hottest spots. I’m jelly-enough when he’s barely touching them, and then he decides to intensify the foreplay by adding his skilled tongue to the medley. Flicking. Pausing. Circling. Pausing. Licking. Pausing.
The intensifying squeeze in my core, makes me feel like I’ll melt into the leather sofa soon. My hand flings behind me and a few books are knocked off the shelf, but it stops neither of us. I squirm, my pussy dripping with nectar. The more my pussy drips, the longer he teases my core. The longer he teases my core, the more I squirm. Until in a starling rush, a colossal climax bathes over me, and we’re drenched in the juices of my ecstasy.
“Fuck, Ash!” I yell. I don’t know if that was meant to be a complaint that it had to end there, or a compliment at how it ended.
I think he took it as a bit of both, because the next second, I’m being picked up like a rag doll - his rag doll - and placed on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. More room to sprawl out and with the flick of a button the fire rolls lazily beside us.
He opens his buttons faster than I can blink and unbuckles the belt, casting his trousers aside. When he drops his boxers, standing over me, his naked form, reminds me of a marble statue, perfect in every way.
I’ve just had the two biggest orgasms of my life, but the sight of his shaft brings a fresh pounding rhythm to my swollen clit, and I think I’m going to come just from the sight of him.
He kneels over me, and with his lead, I play with his stiff erection using admiring strokes. I’m hesitant at first. Very hesitant. But all it takes is a few primal groans from him, and I begin showering him with generous love, kissing his cock, suckling it, slurping on the head. Morphed from a kitten to vixen by his charming ways.
“Sweetheart…” his head angles back, the throaty sounds of his pleasure a massive turn-on, just as much as his choice of nickname for me.
As his grip around my head tenses up, I can tell he is about to peak. And before I know it, he pries me off him with a growl, nudges me down on the rug, and places himself on top.
The tip of his cock lingers at my pussy, the silvery gleam in his eyes telling me he’s ready to make me his. I caress his body, exploring the hardness that will be a complement to my softness. He’s a veritable work of art. I bind my hands around his shoulders.
“Yes, Ash.” I nod as part of me wonders if I’ll wake from the dream any second now.
I bite my bottom lip hard, hoping the first moments won’t be too uncomfortable. He’s endowed, I knew that from my first graze of his length this morning. But everything he’s done so far has been a delicately crafted mix of tender and torrid, making me feel cherished. A girl reborn into woman.
And I’m hoping these moments will be just as gratifying for him, too.
The first inch of entry spreads a ring of burn and I swiftly clench my eyes shut. “Ouch…” I try not to say anything, but with him, I feel like I can say anything.
“Sweetheart. It’s okay. Slower.” He withdraws and massages two fingers inside of me, helping to ease my clench into a slick softness. “You’re beautiful, Callie. And this pussy, it was made for me.”
My trust with men rears its evil head in my mind, but when I open my eyes to stare into his, I think back to tonight and how he cared for me, treated me with nothing less than his full respect, and guided me through my fears until I was putty in his hands.
He hovers over me again, and I arch my hips up to him, allowing his cock to sheath again, and slowly, inch by inch of those eight massive inches, he slides even more gently than before inside of my body. A near-impossible feat, but he’s there with me and I’m not dreaming.
“Fuck…Ash…” I cry out, as his shaft fills me further, every small, soft thrust driving deeper and deeper.
When he’s all in, he pauses. “How’s that feel?”
A tear dews my vision. “It’s wonderful. Better than I ever thought it’d be.”
He smiles. “It only gets better from here, Callie.” The way he says my name is like he’s whispering a prayer to himself. A wish or maybe his own dream. But I feel the weight and significance deep inside of me.
I know it will. I know.
He starts a pace that he can tell I’m comfortable with—and once I’m all pleasure and no pain, I’m his.
“Fuck. You are so tight.” His blazing breath scorches my skin, as he escalates the moment, driving deeper and deeper.
Soon, the pronounced veins on his cock titillate my walls into new waves of arousal—winding me tighter and tighter in my core and pulsing my clit against his cock. Preparing for the mother of all or
gasms.
“You feel so good…” the truth slips from my mouth before I can stop it.
“I told you…” he smirks devilishly, supporting my ass up with an arm, so he can bury all of himself in me, bringing us closer than ever.
Pleasure pools in my deepest depths and my chest rolls with tight breaths. I call out his name as he grunts into my ear that he’s reached his pinnacle as well and warmth coats me inside. Our sultry groans mingle in a loud relief of euphoric sync.
With his cock still quivering inside of me, reeling from the passion, his rolling chest continues to press against mine. Our bodies tangle, a gloriously coiled heap of after-sex. I steal a feel of his handsome jawline and he observes me like I’m a gift from above. That moment tells me all I need to know.
I’m the luckiest woman to have trusted him with this moment and, if I’m being honest with myself, with my heart.
10
Brody
I lay in bed, a man having just descended from an out-of-body experience. I let my eyes run over the woman in my arms—a little less shy than before—humming a soft jazz tune. She’s in peace, resting her face in the crook of my neck, like she’s in heaven where angels are meant to be.
And like she’s home.
I hold her chin and pull her face up so she can see the aching love in my eyes as I confess what is killing me to her. “Sweetheart, I saw how people treated you today.”
She tilts her head gently, telling me she doesn’t let it bother her anymore.
“No. I’m not going to let it continue.”
She chuckles like a child. “Ash, you’re a charming man…and have an air of authority about you too, but I’ve worked with them for years and nothing changes.” She pauses, her eyes soften and her head shakes. “Why would your opinion mean anything to them?”
“Because I’m the new owner of the company. Holland—and soon to be Ash—Architects.” I stall letting the shock in her eyes settle in. “My real name is Brody…Ash.”
