All Fired Up

by Madelynne Ellis

  ‘Where are we headed?’ she asked, when he led her away from the backstage area.

  ‘Dressing room.’

  The deserted stage might have proved to be a better option, given that his dressing room and the corridor leading to it were both full of people.

  Ash immediately about-turned. ‘Why the fuck is it so difficult to find a bit of solitude around here?’ he groaned, and muttered a string of curses under his breath.

  ‘Who are they all?’ Ginny asked, peeping backwards over her shoulder to see them. ‘Is your dressing room normally this crowded?’

  ‘No … Maybe … I guess.’ Rather than attempt an eviction, he crossed the corridor and barged straight into the dressing room opposite. ‘Thank you, God.’ He raised his hands in praise as the lights around the mirror flickered into life and bathed the space in a gentle orange glow. ‘Spook, you’re the best.’

  ‘Won’t he mind us being in here?’ Ginny wondered about the band’s rhythm guitarist.

  ‘Nope.’

  Actually, besides a camera and a few magazines there wasn’t a whole lot in here that identified the room as Spook’s. His trademark purple Washburn guitar was obviously in the care of the roadies, and was probably being loaded onto the tour bus right now, ready for departure. She found a good-luck card from a woman wedged between two magazines, and read the message. It was kind of sweet, and not nearly as crude or suggestive as the stuff that was delivered to Ash. His fanmail was enough to make the average porn star cross their legs.

  Ash pushed the door to and locked it. ‘On the other hand, he might object to you going through his stuff.’

  ‘What stuff?’ She replaced the card where she’d found it. ‘How did you know he wasn’t in here entertaining someone?’

  ‘Because –’ Ash grabbed her hands and pulled her towards him ‘– Spook doesn’t bring ladies back to his room … or men,’ he added, anticipating her next question. ‘Didn’t we have this conversation already?’

  ‘Yeah, you tried to convince me he’s celibate.’ Like she was genuinely going to believe that. Spook Mortensen was far too sensual a package to not be a seething mass of warring passions beneath his cool exterior. She figured he was just a lot more circumspect about things than the rest of the band.

  Ash rubbed the line of piercings in his ear. ‘It’s the truth. You’re the only person I’ve known him to get even vaguely intimate with, and we’ve spent a lot of time together. He just doesn’t …’

  ‘Doesn’t what? Fuck? Get turned on? Everyone gets turned on by something.’ She perched on the sofa arm. ‘You said he likes taking photographs, right? So, maybe he, you know … gets off that way.’ She made an up-and-down motion with her loosely closed fist. ‘While he’s looking through them.’

  Ash just shook his head. ‘Trust me. He sticks them in a scrapbook and shows about as much interest in them as you would in a stamp collection. If there’s something that does it for Spook, I dunno what it is, because he’s keeping really quiet about it.’

  Given they were best mates, that statement ought to have been more convincing. Except she knew what blokes were like. ‘Ever asked him why he doesn’t?’

  ‘Why would I?’

  Whether that was the truth or not, it was certainly the answer she expected. Ash did avoid anything that smacked of emotional depth. Or he had until he’d met her. Occasionally she managed to lever open little trapdoors in his mind, and, in all fairness, he was at least as willing to talk about his past as she was hers.

  ‘So, now we’ve gatecrashed Spook’s place, what happens?’

  ‘No idea.’ Ash faked a yawn and stretch that caused his T-shirt to rise, giving her a beautiful glimpse of his abs and the little snake tattoo that slithered across them. ‘Any thoughts?’

  Plenty, given she was also eye level with the very glorious and pronounced bulge in his jeans. ‘You. Here,’ she demanded, pointing to the spot right in front of her.

  ‘Right here?’

  As soon as Ash was standing there, she wrapped her arms around his body, then flopped backwards onto the sofa, tugging him with her.

  The springs groaned in complaint as they landed on the buttery soft leather. Ash sought her mouth, possessed her with his tongue and kisses, making her a little drunk from the lack of air and the whoosh of emotions he provoked. She was sure the curl of his tongue shouldn’t make her so giddy, but it did. Every time, it did.

  ‘And now you’ve got me here, what do you envisage happening?’

  ‘Bad things,’ she murmured, still grazing his lips with hers. ‘Real bad things.’ She slid her hands down his back, to his butt and gave his cheeks a squeeze that made him jump. Something else jumped too, and made a hummock against her thigh. ‘Hm, I think someone is a teeny bit turned on.’

  ‘Is it you?’ he asked, his eyes all wide and innocent. ‘Because you’re awful wriggly, and you’re making a whole lot of cute little groans.’

  She was not! OK, maybe she was making a few, but that’s what he did to her. He kissed her and she turned into a desperate, horny mess, and that was without taking into consideration what he did to her emotions. She’d been so sure before she met him that she was done with serious relationships. He’d changed that with one night of saucy fun. She couldn’t think about him without her heart getting squishy, and a rush of air leaving her lungs like she was about to expire.

  ‘I was thinking it might be you, given what you’re sporting down here.’ She slid one hand between them and ran it down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. Ash hissed sharply when she touched him, and his eyelids snapped closed.

  She stroked him, watching pleasure rise through his expression, and then his jaw lock tight when it all got a little too pleasant.

  For someone who’d apparently spent years fucking like crazy and failing to come, he was awful sensitive sometimes. ‘How about I give you a little breathing space?’

  It only took a few seconds to unbuckle his belt and release his fly. Then he was hot and hard in her hand.

  Ash made a noise in the back of his throat as her fingers lightly brushed his skin. Ginny traced the outline of his cock. He was eager all right. All worked up and ready for her. His cock lying flat against his stomach. When she’d laid down, she’d meant to have him come right inside of her, go in deep and fuck her into oblivion or until the sofa collapsed, one of the two. Now they were here and his cock was right there in front of her, she couldn’t resist touching him. Her fingers danced over his skin. She still found it hard to believe he was real. Not because she was starstruck or any of that nonsense, just because he was perfect for her. Sensitive and kind, and loyal, though she realised that only those closest to him had any inkling about that. He was supposed to be this wild man of metal, an arrogant, posturing fiend, but he was a pussycat, really. And all those women – it wasn’t about machismo or proving himself. He just wanted someone to care enough to make him feel good.

  She touched his cock and felt him jerk in response, his sensitivity turned ultra-high. The shiver reached as far as his arms, which he locked tight to support himself over her.

  ‘Wanna come all over me?’ she asked.

  He made a goldfish face in response, like he could barely comprehend what she was saying.

  ‘I want to see you come, and then I want to suck you until you’re hard again so you can bend me over this here sofa and do me like the world’s about to end.’

  She made a fist around his shaft and pumped him slowly until he was weeping his arousal onto her fingertips.

  ‘Ginny,’ he sighed, as her thumb stroked over his glans. ‘Why?’

  ‘I like watching you. I like seeing the expressions on your face when you come. I can’t appreciate them in the same way when you’re doing things to me. I guess it’s kind of like watching you play your guitar, only better, because nobody else gets to see.’

  He gave her a shy smile, one that lit up his pretty blue eyes. ‘I like doing things to you too. I like the sounds you make, all those squeaky
little groans in the back of your throat.’

  ‘Mm, hm,’ she replied, while kissing him in a place that made him make exactly those sorts of noises. ‘And what else do you like?’ She wriggled further down the sofa, so that she was beneath him, her head level with his hips.

  ‘That you’re not shy and that you’re totally willing to lead.’

  ‘Like it when I boss you about, do you?’

  ‘No. I like it that you care enough to care what I’m feeling.’ He gave another gulp as she took him in her mouth. ‘You make this feel so good.’ His head drooped forward so that his brow rested on the sofa arm. ‘So, so, good. Oh, fuck!’

  Making him feel good was certainly her plan. Frankly she couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to make him feel good.

  ‘Most girls just don’t do this like you do.’

  That’s right, she thought. For some reason none of them had ever thought to make sure he was happy while they were having their vacant little minds blown by his awesome licking skills. Though she was kind of grateful for that too, because otherwise how would they have ever met and made this connection?

  ‘This is an innate talent of yours, right? Because I can’t stand the thought of you having practised.’

  She batted his thigh. ‘Rest assured that anyone I’ve been down on in the past was just the warm-up for you. Relax, Ash. Stop thinking and just feel. You’ve nothing to worry about. I’m utterly yours.’

  ‘You’re not tempted by Xane, or Iain?’

  ‘Xane’s dating my friend. That makes him an automatic no-no, and Iain, I’m sorry to say, is just way too slimy.’

  She thought she sensed him smile at her response.

  ‘You’re the only one, Ash … Well, OK, I might not say no to Spook if he ever renounces his abstinence vow.’

  Immediately, his muscles tensed.

  ‘Joke,’ she said, smacking his thigh. ‘I wouldn’t, even if he came in now and danced around naked, begging me to do him. Trust me.’

  ‘Yeah,’ he sighed, relaxing. ‘But I bet you’d watch.’

  ‘So would you. You’d be too shocked to do otherwise.’

  ‘Yes, but I wouldn’t be admiring his dick.’

  ‘Nope,’ she said, giving his another lick, ‘you’d be comparing. I know you too well, Ash Gore. You’re always comparing, and you really don’t need to. Now stop talking and let me do this.’

  She sucked him deep, and let him fill her mouth, allowing him to set the pace rather than attempting to spur him towards the finishing line. She knew that only made him less likely to get there. Ash was wired for stamina, not speed. He could be painfully aroused and still not come if his head wasn’t in the right place. A couple of people in his past had done a real number on him. If she ever got the chance, she was going to give them a right piece of her mind.

  Only when the taste of him grew thick on her tongue, and his sweet little groans had turned into one long quivering moan, did she release him from her mouth. ‘Roll over,’ she insisted, crawling out from beneath him to give him space to lie on his back stretched out. His jeans lay scrunched around his thighs. Immediately, her hands went to his rigid cock – actually, one to his cock and the other to the line of his snake tattoo on his lower abs. She’d been serious about wanting to watch him come.

  ‘Know what I’d like? A picture of you sprawled out just like this for my bedroom wall. Do you think Spook would be pissed if I borrowed his camera?’

  ‘Don’t,’ Ash wheezed, his eyes coming open in alarm. ‘It’d get out.’

  ‘I wouldn’t let anyone else see it. It’d just be for me.’

  ‘Don’t, Ginny.’

  ‘Not one little tiny weeny shot? You let Spook take pictures of you all the time.’

  ‘Not any more, and those photos weren’t of me. They were of the women.’

  ‘Do you think? What if really he has a secret crush on you, like serious unrequited love, and taking pictures of you screwing is just a way of seeing you naked?’

  ‘He hasn’t. He really hasn’t. Now, are you trying to get me off or make my dick shrivel?’

  ‘Spoilsport,’ she muttered, planting a kiss near his belly button. ‘I was building that into such a wicked fantasy. I ought to make you pay for wrecking it.’

  ‘Sweetheart, I’m already a slave to your will. Whatever you care to dish out, I’ll willingly take.’

  ‘Is that right?’ She climbed on top of him so that she was straddling his thighs, and worked at swirling her thumb over the tip of his cock. Round and round, until his breathing became erratic, and he sank deep into the cushions with his mouth open wide.

  ‘Open your eyes, Ash. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. I want you to know it’s me.’

  His eyelids fluttered. ‘Not … sure … I can.’

  ‘Sure you can. Come on now, look at me. Let me see those cute baby blues.’

  He opened his eyes. ‘Ginny.’ He watched her hand working up and down his length, and his stomach muscles tensed along with his jaw. ‘Oh, God! Why is that so fucking hot? It never looked that hot before.’

  ‘Is this hot too?’ she asked, peeling off her skirt, and then shimmying up the sofa a fraction, so that her pussy kissed the base of his shaft. The sight and taste of him had already fired up her senses, so she was awash with liquid heat and oh, so ready to slide down on him.

  ‘I think you’re trying to kill me,’ he gasped.

  ‘You know, you’re the only man I’ve ever met who complains when I make him come.’

  ‘Ginny,’ he hissed, clenching his teeth as he fought to keep his eyes open.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘I’m gonna …’

  ‘Yeah, I know,’ she mouthed as he cried out, and his seed coated her hand and the lips of her pussy. ‘And you look so damn fucking hot.’

  Chapter 3

  The only downside to making Ash come – if you could even call it a downside – was that he was no longer hard enough to soothe her own nagging need. And she needed … Watching his muscles tighten and relax, and hearing the little croaks that forced their way from his throat, pushed Ginny’s libido sky-high. It gave her an intense thrill knowing this was what she did to him.

  ‘Come here.’ Ginny grasped the neckline of his T-shirt and tugged his shoulders off the cushions, so that he could meet her embrace. She didn’t care if his come was making a sticky mess of them both. She needed his mouth on hers, and his arms around her.

  He came willingly enough, if still a tad breathless and dazzled.

  Ginny covered his face in kisses. The seconds after he’d just come were the one time he truly let his guard down. It was when she could really see into his heart and see the welts left there by past lovers. It was always when he needed her to hold him the most.

  ‘Easy, Ginny. You know I need to breathe, right?’ He turned her about, so that she was sitting and he kneeling on the floor between her splayed legs. ‘Let me take care of you now. You know I like to keep things fair.’ As if it really mattered how many orgasms they coaxed from one another. Not that she was passing up the chance of feeling his magic tongue do its work. No chance. Never ever.

  ‘Now, where’s that pretty jewellery of yours?’ Ash kissed his way up her inner thigh, but stopped short of actually touching the almost bare, plump, pink swell of her pussy. Instead, he paused while she held her breath and let her anticipation build until she was trembling. Only then, when she was practically dying for it, did he flick his tongue across her sensitive lips and home in on her clit. The shiver of pleasure rolled through her tensed muscles.

  Ginny fought off his grip on her wrists and pushed her hands into his hair instead.

  OK. Yeah.

  She knew all too well what miracles he could work with his tongue, and how intense it felt when he played with her piercing. All he had to do was suck a little, just like that, and tug a little … and she was gone, gulping for oxygen while inwardly screaming his name.

  Ash gave her a moment to breathe while he
r thighs shook, then he buried his head again and devoted himself to making her damn well float. Ginny clung to him. It wasn’t long before she was coming against his mouth and he was coaxing aftershocks from her.

  ‘Please tell me you’re hard enough to fuck me,’ she said, blinking open her eyes. Once was never enough. Not with him. Not ever with him. If she never fucked another guy again, she knew she’d be content knowing Ash was there for her. He rolled away from the sofa so that he was sprawled on his back with his jeans now around his ankles, and she could see his cock jutting up from his body at an angle.

  ‘Always, for you.’

  Ginny crawled off the sofa and over to him, shedding clothing as she went. She made sure to grab her purse and fish out some protection. No messing, she had him dressed and ready in seconds. Sometimes you just didn’t want to sit around and wait for bliss to happen. It had to be now. Immediate.

  She sank down slowly, let him fill her up. Then they were bucking and rolling, fighting for who was on top. She wrapped her legs tight around him as he went deep, let him drive into her hard for a few strokes before she toppled him onto his back again and held him there while she rolled her hips in time with his upward thrusts.

  ‘Tell me you love me,’ he croaked, voice thick with emotion.

  ‘Seriously? Ash, you’re fucking amazing. What’s not to adore? I love every bit of you. The way you move, the way you hold your guitar, even the stupid grin you get on your face when Xane listens to you. I love how you kiss me, like I taste of nectar, and the way you shave every time you think you might get a chance to go down on me.’

  None of which was quite what he’d asked, but it did what it needed to and salved his skinned emotions. She didn’t know why his self-esteem was so bent out of shape. He was at the top of his game, a total rock superstar, and he was one of the best, most considerate lovers she’d ever had the pleasure to get in the sack. Yet still he needed these assurances that he was valued.