Dangerously Close

by Dee J. Adams

  “Oh my,” she whispered, exploring his hard length with both palms. He was long and thick, with baby soft skin covering a hot iron erection. “I thought only rock stars were supposed to be this well endowed. I didn’t realize the crew is too.”

  Mel’s rough chuckle made her grin as he gently thrust into her hand. “I wouldn’t know about that either.” His husky voice cracked.

  Ashley had him on the edge and loved it. “Well, babe, what do you know?”

  “I know if I don’t sink inside you soon, I’m going to lose my mind.” He shifted to move off her and Ashley grabbed his hips and pulled him forward.

  “Then sink inside me,” she whispered. It had been so long since she’d gone down on a guy she wasn’t sure she’d get it right. “You’re healthy, right?” She almost hadn’t thought to ask, but he did travel the world with a rock star and he’d made no bones about the fact that women were easy to come by. He just hadn’t participated lately and who knew his feelings on condoms…

  “Yes,” he breathed. “Completely healthy. Ash, I don’t want you to—” His words got lost when she leaned forward and licked the smooth tip of his head. “Aw, shit,” he breathed. “Ash…”

  It hurt to keep leaning forward so she eased back against the headboard and brought him with her, keeping him steady with a hand on his hip and one at the base of his penis. The feeling of power suffused her. How could she have forgotten how much she liked this? She licked him again and took the tangy drop at the tip. He tasted dangerous. Erotic. Like nothing she’d ever had.

  His fingers eased through her hair again and she wanted him to press inside her mouth. But he didn’t. He just let her have him. Let her lick him and suck the tip. He had no idea who he was dealing with. The thrill of showing him ramped up her need, solidified that this time was for him no matter what he thought or wanted.

  She still didn’t have faith in her body—at least not the lower region. But she had faith in her mouth. Some things a girl did well and this was one area she used to excel in.

  “How you doing up there?” She trailed her tongue lower toward the base and his fingers tightened against her scalp.

  “Good. Really good.” His words were strained. Guttural.

  “You sure about that?” She licked him like a lollipop, slow and deliberate, with the flat of her tongue.

  “Jesus!” he gasped.

  You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. She would’ve said the words, but instead she took him fully into her mouth. When she put her palms against his ass and pushed him closer, he swore. The thrill drove her. She loved his dark mysterious taste, his earthy smell, loved the way his heat warmed her and his fingers tugged at her hair.

  “You’re definitely going to kill me,” he rasped as she slid her mouth to the tip. She would’ve smiled if she could, but she did better. Relaxing her throat, she went down again and took him even deeper.

  “Jesus, Ash…it’s been too long. I’m not gonna last.”

  Perfect. She wasn’t ready to test her own body. He might’ve been happy to search for her libido, but she wasn’t. She ran her hands up his sides and back down to that gorgeous ass and squeezed. Then she grabbed his hips and guided him in and out of her mouth while she sucked him as deeply as she could. She hit a definite rhythm with her mouth and tongue, working him into a mindless lather.

  “It’s too good, Ash…too good. Ah, fuck!” He suddenly pulled away and Ashley felt the warm splash of his orgasm against her neck and chest. Above her, Mel panted and his hands loosened in her hair. “God, I’m sorry.” A second later he wiped her clean with something soft. His sweats? She wasn’t sure.

  “It’s okay. You didn’t have to pull out.” She loved that she made him lose control. It was the ultimate compliment.

  He pulled her down to the pillows and moved over her, taking her lips in a warm kiss. “What just happened…” he said, hovering over her, “that shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t what I wanted.” He stroked her cheek with a calloused thumb. “I want you to come.” He trailed his lips to her jaw.

  She didn’t see that happening. “Then we’re even because I wanted the same thing for you. Which reminds me, I never asked…did you get laid while you were gone?” She felt his smile against her ear.

  “Not while I was gone, no, but a funny thing happened when I got home.”

  “Hmm. You don’t say…”

  His hand wandered up and cupped a breast, his thumb teased her erect nipple. “That was seriously the most amazing few minutes I’ve ever experienced.”

  Pride blossomed in her chest. At least she hadn’t lost that ability. “Aw. Sweet. I’m glad.”

  “And I’m going to work really hard to reciprocate.” He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth, sucked her hard once, enough to make her gasp, then started a descent.

  God, she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t let him go there when she couldn’t see him, when she doubted her body’s reactions so enormously. His lips got to her belly button, his wicked tongue tickling her before she pulled him up.

  “Wait, Mel.”

  He lifted his head.

  “This is going to sound really stupid, but you can’t go down on me.”

  He didn’t budge. “What? Why?”

  “Because…” How did she explain this? “I’ve kind of reserved the spot for…for…you know…The One.”

  “Huh?” He shifted over her. “You mean you’ve never let a guy…?”

  “Well, no. I have, but it’s been few and far between and just a couple of times. It’s very personal for me. It’s not something I’m really comfortable with.”

  Mel climbed back up and she felt him looking down at her. God, she wished she could see and hated not being able to gauge his reactions. “After what you just did to me, you really won’t let me return the favor?” he asked.

  “It’s two different things. A guy loves it when a woman goes down on him and I really like doing it. I’m just more reserved when it comes to myself, that’s all.”

  “I thought you were the party girl.”

  “I was. But I’m more of a giver. I like doing what we just did.”

  His silence worried her. She didn’t want him thinking too hard.

  “I see what you’re doing,” he finally said.

  Uh-oh. “I’m not doing anything.”

  “You’re distracting me. First with an outstanding blow job and now with this.” He lowered his head and got close to her ear. “I’m going to make you come tonight. No matter what you think or how long it takes, you’re going to have the best orgasm of your life.”

  She brushed her lips against the soft stubble of his cheek. “Pretty cocky attitude, mister.”

  “Not cocky. Confident.” He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, stroking his tongue against hers exactly how she liked it. He kissed her for the longest time, grazed his hands all over her body until she was arching into his touch and moaning his name.

  As each minute passed, he grew harder against her thigh until his erection was rock solid and burning her with heat. One big hand grazed her mound. Ashley closed her eyes and held her breath.

  “Breathe, baby, breathe,” he coaxed. “I’ve got you. Trust me.” He kissed her softly as he teased her with two fingers, stroking and slowly parting her.

  She didn’t feel the least bit moist and a speck of despair crept into her head. Her eyes stung and she kept them tightly closed. How could she be so turned on and her body be so damn dry? Eventually he’d have to see that there was no point to this whole libido exercise.

  “Patience, Ash.” Pulling his hand away, he kissed her cheek. “I have an idea. Hang on. Don’t go away.” The bed dipped as he disappeared. She heard a drawer open and close, heard ice tinkling in the glass by the bed and a minute later he was back. “You like ice, right?” Before she answered, he slid a wet piece of ice across her lips and followed it with his hot tongue. The contrast made her tingle and she shivered. “That’s it,” he whispered.

  A shoc
k of cold slid between her breasts and she gasped. He moved the long piece over her stomach, making her sore muscles contract before he removed it. His tongue followed the ice, giving that cold/hot sensation that had her searching for air, then he traced it near her hip and slid it diagonally all the way down until he pushed it inside her. The icy foray shocked her. So did his hot mouth when he took her breast. The sensations collided and she arched into both.

  Just as the ice got too cold, Mel replaced it with his fingers. The invasion tore through her, sent sparks to her extremities and had her panting.

  Mel’s lips brushed over hers, coaxed her to open and as she did, he dropped the ice into her mouth. A shiver rattled through her, his fingers stretched her deeply, taking her higher, forcing her to feel. He moved over her, still working her with his fingers, still teasing her with his mouth and tongue.

  “Feel that?” Her hazy mind barely registered his question. “You’re wet, Ash. So wet and hot.”

  She was. She felt it now. Felt her own wet heat between her thighs as he spread it around. A small sound of need escaped her lips when his fingers left her, but the quick tearing of plastic made her pulse leap. Condom. It only took him a couple of seconds to put it on.

  “I’m gonna ease into you, baby, nice and slow.” His erection pressed against her, heavy and engorged. The pressure intensified and she stiffened. “Relax, Ash. Breathe through it. Nice and easy. I won’t hurt you.” He opened her legs wider and settled between them. His lips moved on hers as he slowly stretched her, forcing her open. “Touch me, baby,” he whispered. “Feel me.”

  God, she’d just been lying there, frozen as a mannequin. Her head was totally out of the game. But he was right. She needed to be part of this, so she smoothed her palms along his hips and over his tight ass. His muscles flexed beneath her fingers and another shiver swept over her.

  “That’s it, sweetheart.” He pulled out and moved in a little farther, taking his time, letting her get used to the feel of him.

  Inch by inch he worked his way inside her. He went slowly. It took forever. She focused on him and the spot where they connected. A thin layer of sweat coated his warm skin and their bodies slid against each other. With one final push he eased himself deep inside and held still.

  “Damn, Ash, you feel so good.” He eased his fingers through her hair and kissed her, his tongue stroking in and out of her mouth, ramping up her need, but still he kept their hips snug tight, kept their bodies locked together. The longer he stayed deep inside, the more she wanted him to move. As he kissed and touched her, a build up began in her core. She felt him throb, hard and wanting, and the same sensation bubbled within her. She shifted beneath him and he wrapped an arm tightly around her.

  “Easy. Stay still. Don’t move.” His warm breath floated past her ear.

  “What are you doing? What are you waiting for?”

  “You. I’m waiting for you, Ash. I want all of you online and working. I want to feel the heat come off your skin and I want you so hot for me that you can’t think straight.”

  That was so sexy. The man was a poet. “Is that all?” she deadpanned.

  He chuckled and kissed her. “I figure since I completely emasculated myself a few minutes ago, I’ve got to make up for it. Actually, if I hadn’t emasculated myself I wouldn’t be able to last as long as I plan to now so maybe it was a good thing.” He circled his hips, shifted inside her and Ashley gasped at the rub against her clit. “I want this to feel really good for you, Ash. I need to even the score.”

  “There’s no score. No one’s keeping score.”

  “I am.” He kissed her again and slowly pulled out, then just as slowly moved back in. She felt like a virgin at the slight burn, tight fit and at his handling of her. He was so sweet, taking his time. But even though everything felt good, she was a long way from orgasm.

  “Hey.” He kissed her hard and short. “Stay with me. No thinking. No wandering minds. I want all of you here, now.”

  “How do you know my mind is wandering?”

  “You’re zoned out and stiff as a board. That’s why I want you to touch me. I want you with me.” He moved all the way out and pushed back in harder. The resulting wave shimmied through her and rattled her nerves.

  “Do that again.”

  Bracing himself over her, he started moving, keeping a steady rhythm in and out, grinding his hips against hers at the end of every stroke.

  Lifting her sore legs, she flanked his hips and his push took him deeper. His penetration seared her and sent a shock of pleasure arcing through her.

  “That’s it, Ash. I feel you. So hot and slick. Just let it happen.” He upped the pace and pressure and Ashley wrapped her legs around his hips. Sweat broke out along her forehead and trickled into her hair, their slick bodies sliding together in synchronicity.

  “Concentrate on feeling good, baby. That’s all you have to do, just let it feel good.”

  It did feel good. Every stroke took her higher and built the pressure rising in her center. She gripped him harder with her legs and dug her nails into his flesh. Mel must have sensed her urgency. He put both hands under her ass, tilted her higher and pushed hard inside her.

  Ashley cried out, teetered on the edge of orgasm as Mel continued his barrage. Every nerve buzzed alive and hummed in a crazy tornado of sensation. She hovered at the edge, her body screaming for release.

  Tears leaked from her eyes. She was so close, but just not there.

  Mel cupped her ass more firmly, his fingers moved along the crease of her cheeks and near dangerously intimate territory. With a hard push inside and one finger teasing the tight rim of her ass, he threw her over the edge.

  The resulting explosion destroyed her. The orgasm powered through her, shook her soul deep and stalled the air in her lungs. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, pleasure roared through her as her body spasmed. Still Mel kept moving, wringing every ounce of energy left inside, drawing out her climax for everything it was worth.

  When the tremors finally stopped, Mel stilled, his body hard and full and deep inside her. Both of them fought for air.

  Emotion welled in her chest and knotted in her throat. She couldn’t hold him any longer and her tired arms and legs fell limp against the bed. She wanted to thank him, to tell him how good it felt, but no words came.

  His lips skated across her cheek and closed over her mouth, gentle in the taking as if he understood the feelings swirling inside her.

  Tenderly, she cupped his face as he pulled away.

  “Wow,” he said.

  She smiled. “That’s supposed to be my line. What did I do wrong? You didn’t come. I still feel you.”

  “You didn’t do anything wrong. I had to go through the scales forwards and backwards to keep from coming, because I want to come when you come again.”

  She shook her head and stroked his cheek with her knuckles. “Babe, I think I shot my wad with this one. It’s been over two years since I’ve done that and I don’t want to be greedy.”

  “I do,” he said. “I’m a greedy bastard and I want you to come again.” Before he finished the sentence, he raised himself up and thumbed her sensitive clit.

  Ashley clenched around his erection and they both inhaled sharply.

  “That feels so good, Ash. I love when you squeeze me like that. Turns me inside out.” He kept stroking her with his thumb and started moving in and out. Her sensitive tissue felt every caress and she started another climb.

  “Oh, God, Mel.” She lifted her hips, seeking more, and he circled his thumb quicker as he pumped into her. He teased her with light flicks and rough touches, alternating his pace and keeping her gasping for breath.

  The second orgasm hit from out of the blue. She exploded in a cacophony of bright color, calling his name as she broke apart. Above her, Mel groaned and she felt his release throbbing inside her. It was amazing. Spectacular. It was like nothing she’d experienced before.

  Mel collapsed on top of her, his breathing as ra
gged as hers.

  Ashley wanted to laugh and cry. She wanted to shout a “woo-hoo” at this latest milestone in her recovery. She owed Mel so much and this only added to the list. She’d have to do something special to thank him, but first she needed to take a breath and he was doing a great job of crushing her chest. She shoved at his shoulder. “Mel,” she said quietly. She waited but he didn’t answer. His heart still pounded hard against hers. “Mel,” she said again. She couldn’t believe it. Had he passed out?

  Chapter Nineteen

  “I think I died and went to heaven,” Mel mumbled. A small tremor shook him and he opened heavy eyes. Beneath him, Ashley laughed softly.

  “I thought you passed out.”

  Damn, maybe he had, and he probably weighed a ton. “Sorry,” he said, moving off and collapsing next to her. He’d never—not ever—had an orgasm as powerful as the one he’d just had. That was weird considering he’d already come once tonight. True, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had sober sex, so maybe that was the reason this sex had been so outstandingly fantastic.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “I should be asking that,” he said, turning his head toward her. “I nearly suffocated you.”

  She found his arm, eased her hand into his and linked their fingers. “I thought it was sweet. I’ve never had a guy pass out on me before.”

  How embarrassing. First, he’d nearly come in her mouth and then he freaking blacked out after the second orgasm. What a wuss. “Yeah, apparently I didn’t emasculate myself enough the first time. I had to do it again.”

  Closing her eyes, she smiled and squeezed his hand. “As my old roomie used to say, ‘No worries.’”

  Mel watched as the grin faded from her lips and her breathing evened out. She looked so peaceful; like a punk rock angel with her blond hair splayed out and her scar, a thin silver glow in the firelight. “Ash,” he whispered. But she didn’t respond. She was sound asleep. Mel rolled to his side and studied her. Sweat made her skin glow and he pulled up the covers before she got chilled.

  After a quick trip to the bathroom where he splashed water on his face and disposed of the condom, he got back in bed and wrapped himself around Ashley’s warm body.