by Delisa Lynn
He retreats his mouth and mumbles, “You’re so tight, baby. You taste so fucking sweet.”
He slides his finger out, replacing it with his tongue. He fucks me inside out with his tongue, then dips two fingers inside as his tongue darts back to my clit. I grab a fistful of his hair as I bring my hips up, trying to match the rhythm of his tongue’s thrusts.
“Oh God, Ashton. Please take me. Make me yours. I need you,” I say breathlessly. He continues moving his tongue through my folds. I can feel my orgasm building. It’s ripping through my core. “Holy fuck, I’m coming,” I scream as my walls clench around his fingers.
He kisses my clit as my body calms down. He slides up my body. When he places his lips on mine, I can taste myself on him. He groans in my mouth as I deepen the kiss. Reaching down between us, I shove my hands down his pants. I rub the pre-cum that’s dripping from him. He pulls his pants down so I can have full access.
Stroking him from tip to base, he groans, “Fuck.” He sits back on his legs, and I get a full view of his beautiful body and his rock hard cock.
“It’s my turn now,” I say, crawling on my knees toward him.
I start by kissing the tip of his dick and running my tongue along his piercing. I hear him growl as I take all of him inside of my mouth. I suck as hard as I can. I lick his shaft and take his balls in my mouth. I feel his hands get tighter in my hair. Making my way back up, I make a humming noise to open the back of my throat so I can take him deeper.
“That’s it, baby, right there. I’m going to come in that beautiful mouth of yours.” I feel him swelling as I suck. He pushes my head further onto his dick. I feel his hot juices shooting through my mouth. I swallow proudly.
Pulling away from his dick, I see the smile on his face. I need him. My pussy is on fire. The things I want this man to do to me makes me come thinking about it.
“I hope I didn’t disappoint you,” I say shyly as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Never, shorty. That was fucking amazing.” He chuckles before kissing me. I scoot closer up his body. My legs are now wrapped around him. His dick is hard again and rubbing against my heat.
“Take me. I need to feel you inside of me,” I say, looking into his eyes.
“Once I enter you, there’s no turning back. This is my pussy now,” he says, rubbing himself along my entrance. “You on the pill?”
“Yes.” Then he enters me and all I can get out is, “Oh. My. God. Ashton.”
“This is my pussy. I don’t want anything between us, ever!” He leans back, his legs laid out and mine wrapped around him. He grins as he holds onto my hips. “You’re in charge, baby. Come on, ride me.”
I rock back and forth. The feeling of him inside of me is like no feeling I’ve ever felt. His piercing is hitting my G-Spot. It’s fucking amazing. He grips my hips hard as he grinds into me. Wrapping his arms around me, he leans me back, his dick still inside of me.
Now I’m lying under him. He’s staring into my eyes, moving slowly in and out of me. He places kisses along my neck before his mouth finds mine.
“You feel so good inside of me.”
“I love you,” he says, kissing a tear that slides down my cheek.
Fighting back the rest of the tears, I manage to say, “Love you back.” I haven’t said those words to anyone other than Morris and he betrayed me.
“I know you do. Now, I’m going to fuck you hard. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Fuck me,” I say as he pounds into me, his Prince Albert slamming into my special spot. My walls clench around him as his balls smack into my ass cheeks. “Oh God, harder, fuck me harder, Ashton,” I scream as he grabs my hips. He lifts my ass up, thrusting in and out of me as we both climax together and become one.
“Lay still, I’ll clean you up,” he says. He rolls away from me and heads into the bathroom. I smile, but it fades quickly as I remember we haven’t talked. Once I tell him, he’ll hate me, that’s for sure. I could have run the day I let Craig Butler change my world, but I chose to stay and go through with it. It’s as much my fault as my parents.
“Hey, what’s up with the tears?” he asks, handing me a bottle of water. He opens my legs, running the warm cloth between them.
“We still need to talk. There are things, things no one knows except Nina,” I whisper.
“Come here, don’t cry. Look at me.” He pushes my hair back, holding my head with both hands. “I love you, Ansley Dolce. Nothing will change that.”
“Let’s shower and then I’ll explain everything.” I kiss him.
“Good idea,” he says, leading me into the bathroom.
***
After shower sex, we finally clean up and make it back to the bedroom. I open the door to see a playful Sal staring at me. I pick him up and kiss him behind his ears.
“Don’t get too comfy, little guy. He’s going to dump us real quick,” I whisper.
“Okay, let’s go get some food in you and talk,” Ashton says from behind me. We walk down the stairs and into the kitchen and I see that there is breakfast already on the table.
“Did you do all this?” I ask.
Smiling, he says, “Lila must have. She texted me this morning to check on you and I told her we were sleeping in.” He winks.
“Oh God, what if she heard us?”
“Baby, they’re all going to know we have sex. You’re my woman now.”
I start to panic. I didn’t want them to find out. I just want to tell him the truth and go. They’ve all been so nice to me, but I want to forget that I met all of them. This is killing me to tell him, but he has to know. He has to know why I would be a terrible step-mom.
“Ashton, my parents were demented. They treated me like shit half my life. No, scratch that, all of my life. Drugs and alcohol consumed them once my brother died. They lost both of their jobs and lived off the state and my aunt and uncle.” I swallow hard. What I’m going to tell him next is going to crush him.
“I’m so sorry, baby. They were idiots,” he says, grabbing my hand.
Pulling my hand back, I shake my head. “That’s not all. My dad’s friend, Craig, was a big time drug dealer and my dad owed him money. He was always creepy. He would stare at me when he was around. Then, a week before I turned eighteen, on the day of graduation, my mom tells me that they’ve arranged for me to lose my virginity to Craig.”
I blink back the tears and focus on his facial expression. His eyes full of sadness, he reaches for me hand.
“They did what?” he growls.
“Let me finish,” I say, holding my hand up. “As promised, I met Craig on my birthday. He deflowered me in a motel. I didn’t fight him much. I knew what he was capable of and, considering my parents owed him, I knew I’d better do it. I went back home and told my mother goodbye and that they’d have the rest of their money later. I went to my uncle’s house to collect my inheritance from my aunt. They were my saving grace. If it wasn’t for them, I would’ve never gotten out of that place.”
“I’m going to kill him!” Ashton says. “They had no right to auction you off to the highest fucking bidder, Ans.”
“That was eight years ago. Hell, they’re all probably dead from overdoses. I need to walk outside before I finish. I’ve never said this aloud.”
“Take your time. You don’t have to finish.” He hugs me.
“I will. Sit with me,” I say, sitting on the lounge chair. Staring out at the ocean, I take a deep breath. I continue with my story. “I got accepted into college in Arkansas. I moved there the day of my birthday. I drove nine hundred and twenty miles in my little clunker. I stopped for gas and to use the bathroom. I was scared, but after what I’d just been through, I didn’t think it could get worse.”
“You drove all that way alone? Goddamn, I’ll fucking kill them,” he says into my hair. Choking back my sob, I wipe my cheeks.
“I got to Little Rock and met Nina. She’s awesome. She came from money, so it was never an issue for her. We roomed togeth
er and I got a job at a bookstore. Things were perfect until two months later. I was sick and couldn’t stop throwing up. I knew I was clean; I had every test possible ran after Craig, but I guess the one that wasn’t accurate was the pregnancy test.”
I could feel Ashton tense up next to me, my words cutting through him, hurting him just as I thought they would. He clears his throat. Sounding pissed, he says, “You were pregnant?”
“Yes. I couldn’t abort the baby. It wasn’t her fault that she was conceived in an arranged sexual encounter. I carried her for nine months, then, on March 5, 2006, I gave birth to a healthy eight-pound baby girl. She was beautiful. She had my eyes and nose. Nina was by my side. I signed all rights over. All I have is a picture. I look at it every now and then. It was a closed adoption. They don’t live in the area. That was my only request. I never wanted to run into them.”
“She was beautiful. I saw the picture in your closet. It fell when I grabbed your bag.”
“I never told a soul. I went back to school and work and acted like it never happened. I met Morris. We connected and dated. I graduated three years later. We got married and he never mentioned children and neither did I. So, that’s my fucked up story. See, that’s why I can’t be a part of your family, because of the two dates in this world that I hate. June 12, 2005 and March 5, 2006.”
“June 12 was the night I met you at the bar.” He kisses me. “I love you and I’m sorry you went through that. They’ll all pay, trust me. We can celebrate that date from now on. Never hate that date anymore.”
“Why?”
“That’s the day I fell in love with you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ashton
I’m so fucking pissed right now. It’s taking everything I have not to fly out to Pennsylvania and strangle every one of the bastards that hurt my woman. She’s been through so much, and it hurts me to hear all that she had to endure because of those people. No way in hell am I letting her walk away from me and my son.
I know we have things we will have to work on, but we will overcome them as a couple. Looking into her baby blues and seeing the hurt and shame in her eyes is enough to make me cry. When she said she was hurt and broken, I never thought she’d tell me something like this.
I hold her close to me and rub her back, trying to calm her as she weeps in my arms. “I need to go home so you can think and I’m sure AJ misses you. How long as it been since you’ve seen him?”
“You’re not going anywhere yet. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you too,” I say, kissing her forehead. “You do know that he really likes you, right?”
“Yeah, I like him a lot too. He is one of the brightest seven-year-olds that I know. Is it strange that he and my daughter are close to the same age? Do you think that’s ironic?” She sighs. “Nina and I never spoke of the baby after I gave birth. I was in the hospital for two days. Nina stayed right there with me. She never left my side. She was my strength. I put on a huge front on the outside, but I am so damaged. Our outer appearances sometime hide the true inner self.”
“Ansley, I can’t make any of this go away, but I can give you a future of happiness. I can give you everything you deserve. We can have a house full of kids if you want.” I rub circles along her back and say the words she needs to hear. “You are a rare gem. You’ve been pushed back so far that no one could see how you shine, but I can. I see you, all of you, flaws included. Please, stay with us. Be a part of our family,” I whisper.
“How? I gave my child up. Do you really think I’d be a good mother? How can you love me after everything I’ve just told you?”
“You’re a good mother. You gave your baby a chance. She has a life because you made sure she would. Giving her up for adoption is the best thing you could’ve done for her. Never think that you failed her.”
“Why are you so perfect?” She buries her head in the crook of my neck.
“We are destined to be together. Fate brought you into our lives.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“No thanks needed. Remember, you can talk to me about anything. I mean it.”
***
Ansley
We spent hours sitting and talking. He told me more about AJ’s mom and the things she’s done. He told me about Liam’s parents and all about their high school rivalry over Lila. We made love on the deck, then cleaned up and went to check on AJ. I knew Ashton already told Liam. Lila hugged me as soon as we walked in.
She whispers in my ear, “I’m so glad y’all are together. He loves you, doll.” She pulls away.
“I love him too,” I admit.
“Hey, Miss Dolce. You look nice today. Are you still sick?” AJ asks, hugging me.
“Why thank you. I am feeling much better. How about we go get some ice cream.” I offer my hand. He grabs it and looks back at Lila, smiling. I see the gleam in Ashton’s eyes as he stands next to the door with his arms crossed.
“Daddy, Miss Dolce is taking me for ice cream.”
“Can I go too?” Ashton asks, picking his son up and hugging him.
“Yeah, I want to buy it, though,” AJ says.
“Well, I think that’s a great idea. I’ll drive and you buy.” Ashton laughs.
“Cool,” he says, hugging his dad’s neck. “Miss Dolce, you can have whatever you want. I want chocolate marshmallows.”
“That sounds yummy.” I smile, closing my car door.
“Hey, buddy. We want to talk to you.” Ashton turns the radio down and winks. “How would you feel about Miss Dolce being my girlfriend?”
AJ places his finger on his chin and pretends to think hard about the answer. “I think that’s awesome. She is pretty and smart and she has a cool car.” He laughs.
“AJ, you can call me Ansley. Just not in class, okay,” I say, patting his leg.
“’Kay. I like that name. It matches me and dad’s name. We all start with A’s.”
“Yes, we do.” I smile.
“How about, after ice cream, we take the dogs for a walk on the beach?” Ashton suggests.
AJ squeals. “Ansley’s dog is at our house?”
“Yes, he is. He likes Donatello,” Ashton says, then squeezes my leg.
***
Ansley
Having ice cream with my guys was wonderful. I love the way Ashton is with his son. I can’t see why his ex-wife would walk away from them. I know we all aren’t perfect, but Ashton…he is close to it. The rest of the day seemed to fly by. It’s Friday and I know that tomorrow is dinner with the family. Ashton has already asked me to attend.
We just put AJ to bed. Sal sailed on top of the bed with Donatello and hasn’t moved. He’s going to be sad when we go home tomorrow. Ashton is in the shower. I stepped out to answer Nina’s call.
“I miss you,” I say. “When are you coming to visit?”
She sighs. “I miss you too. Soon. I can’t seem to get away from work. I ran into Morris and his boy toy last week. I wasn’t going to tell you, but what kind of friend would I be to keep that a secret? I was coming out of Starbucks and was on my phone and ran straight into his man.”
“Oh wow, did they speak?”
“Nope, not a word. So…” She pauses. “How is Mr. Tattoo Dad?”
“Amazing. We are a couple.” I gleam.
“My girl got some D? Hell yeah!” She cheers.
“Stop it. Well, not trying to brag, but he has some body jewelry.”
“It feels wonderful, huh?”
“It does. Wait, how would you know?”
“Ben. He has a Jacob’s Ladder.”
“A what? I’m not sure what his is called. But it’s—”
“Prince Albert and Dolphin,” Ashton says from behind me.
“Nina, I gotta go.” I hang up and quickly turn to see Ashton with his arms crossed, leaning against the door.
“How much did you hear?” I whisper.
He kisses me and murmurs against my skin. “Not much. Sorry, wasn’t eavesdropping. I could hear you when
I walked into the kitchen.”
“I feel like a fool.” Burrowing my head in his chest, I say, “So, a Dolphin?”
“Yep. I got a Prince Albert, then, after it healed, I got the Dolphin. They join together.” I feel him laughing.
“Well, I think I need a closer look. Are our boys asleep?” I ask as I run my fingers along the waist band of his basketball shorts.
“They are. I just checked on them,” he says against my neck. He picks me up and presses my body to his. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“I love you, Ellis,” I say, kissing him. I pull his bottom lip between my teeth. “I think I need a piercing.”
“Nipple?” he asks before he slides his tongue over my lips.
I pull my head back and tilt it. “How do you know?”
“That day you walked into the shop, I knew you wanted that pierced, but there was no way I was touching you there with only my hands.”
“You know, the night at the bar, I wasn’t drunk; I wanted you, and I was very pissed when you turned me down.”
“You have me now, always.” He lifts my shirt over my head and buries his head in my chest.
“Take me to bed.” I grip his shoulder. “I need you.”
He walks backwards into the bedroom. Then he stops and sits me down. He turns on some music. I smile when I hear the lyrics. It’s “Stay With Me” by Sam Smith. I love that man’s voice. He hoists me up on the bed. I slide back so my back is against the pillows. I watch as he crawls toward me.
Picking up my leg, he licks all the way up until he reaches my thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. Then I’m going to make love to you, nice and slow.” His words make me wet. He continues to trail his tongue along my inner thigh.
“Ash, I’m so wet.” I run my hands through his hair. “I need you now.”
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.” I open my eyes and see that he is leaning back, stroking his length. I lick my lips. “Lay back,” he orders, and I do. “Touch yourself.”
