by Ashley Hall
This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.
Flirt copyright 2016 by Ashley Hall. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Prologue
Wes
She slammed my bedroom door shut. Damn, that wasn’t smart. We weren’t alone. The house held too many people, too many nosey people.
“You were supposed to sneak into my room,” I whispered. I’d wanted to go to hers, but she’d insisted. April liked to pretend she was in charge.
The beautiful eighteen-year-old didn’t say anything. Already she was pawing at me, rushing to undress me. Her hands yanked my shirt out of my jeans and she struggled to get it up and over my head.
“April.” I touched her wrists, halting her efforts. “There’s no need to rush.”
She narrowed her blue eyes at me. “I can’t stay here too long. If we get caught…”
“Don’t worry so much.” My finger traced along her jawline. At her sharp inhale, I grinned. “Why not make the most of our time—”
“Exactly.” April resumed trying to yank my shirt over my head.
I couldn’t help laughing. Her sense of urgency was turning me on. No matter how much I’d have liked to fuck her right that second, teasing her was just so much more fun. At least for now.
Her lower lip jutted out in a cute pout. “Why are you laughing?”
“Why not make the most of our time by enjoying ourselves for every…” my fingers brushed her hair from her shoulders, “…single…” I leaned closer and blew air onto her neck, and she shivered in response, “…second?” I kissed her just beneath her earlobe.
She moaned and held still, but only for a moment. Obviously, she’d given up on removing my shirt because now her hands were reaching for my belt.
I suppressed another laugh. “Nah uh uh.”
This time, I grabbed her wrists and didn’t let go. With each step, I forced her backward until her legs bumped against my bed. She didn’t resist as I lay her down and pinned her there, straddling her.
“No more rushing,” I demanded.
“But—”
“Slow and steady wins the race.”
She squirmed beneath me. “Who wants slow?”
“I am not a two-second man.”
“That’s good to know,” she murmured. Her hips lifted to rock against my cock. Damn, that felt amazing. When I didn’t pull away or stop her, she rubbed harder and faster, her breathing started to become heavy.
Laughing, I put some distance between us. No more dry humping.
“Ugh!” She closed her eyes and turned her face away.
“Stop rushing and you’ll get what you want. I’ll give you what you need.”
“You promise?” She peeked with one eye.
To answer, I kissed her. The first time I had kissed her, I had to press my tongue against her lips to part them. Now, she opened her mouth willingly for me. My tongue invaded her mouth, and I had to stop myself from grinding against her. It wouldn’t have been right for me to boast about my stamina and then come before I even entered her.
When I broke off the kiss to catch my breath, April giggled. “That wasn’t a slow kiss,” she teased.
I let out a snort. She was right. I had to keep my advice in mind. There wasn’t a reason to rush…as long as we kept quiet and didn’t wake anyone.
“You want slow?” I asked, my voice low. “I’ll give you slow.”
“No. I—”
I swallowed her outcry with a soft, quick kiss. My lips then touched along her jawline over to the right, to her ear. “Trust me,” I murmured.
I pulled back to look down at her. Eyes closed, she nodded.
Good. Maybe she’d listen this time.
More kisses along her jawline to her other ear, then I sucked gently on her neck.
“Oh…” She sighed.
As long as she was quiet. If we were alone, I’d want her to scream, I’d make her scream. I had to settle for quiet moans tonight.
I pulled her shirt out of her skirt and placed my hands on her flat stomach, still kissing her neck. April shifted slightly beneath me. She was already getting desperate again. Couldn’t say I didn’t blamed her. I knew I was torturing her. If I kept this up much longer, I’d be torturing myself too. A good kind of torture.
Inch by inch, I moved my hands up higher until I wiggled them beneath her bra. Her boobs were ripe and full, and I squeezed them. We both hadn’t changed out of our clothes into our pajamas despite the late hour. Well, I slept in my boxers. April probably slept in a nightgown. A skimpy one…a sheer one.
My cock was growing harder by the second, straining against my jeans. Maybe she sensed it, or maybe she was growing more impatient, but April grabbed my face and pulled me down for a long, deep kiss while she pushed her body against mine, smashing her boobs into my hands, grinding her pelvis and making my cock twitch.
“Relax.” I pressed down with my hips and cock to keep her hips in line.
“You’re…terrible,” she said between breaths.
“Terrible?” I grinned. “I like the sound of that. Terrible, wicked, sinful…”
She opened her mouth, and I stuck my tongue inside. Just a quick taste. Before she could groan, I lifted her shirt to her neck and slid up her bra to free her boobs. I gently pinched her hardened nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
“Do you like that?” I whispered, my mouth inches from hers.
April nodded, her breathing heavy.
“What about this?” I lowered my head and kissed a nipple.
“Yes…”
“And this?” I sucked on the other nipple.
“Oh…yes!”
I pulled back and lifted up so I was kneeling. “You can’t be too loud,” I warned. “You wouldn’t want us to have to stop, would you?”
“Stop?” Her eyes widened. “No. No, no, no. I can’t…I can’t take it anymore, Wes.”
“Can’t take what?” I smirked. Driving her crazy was my specialty.
“You’re driving me crazy!”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” I rolled my hips so she could feel just how hard my cock was through her th
in skirt.
She moaned, shaking her head, eyes closed. “Yes…no…I don’t know!”
I laughed.
April lifted her upper body off the bed to punch my shoulder. “Stop laughing at me or else…”
“Or else what?” I smiled down at her as I laid my upper body onto her to force her to recline again. “We both know you aren’t leaving here.”
“I will. I’ll go.” She jutted out her chin. God, she was cute when she tried to act all in control like that.
“Go back to your bedroom? All alone? Without being satisfied first?” Again, I pressed my cock against her, rubbing her through her skirt.
She moved her hips as best she could to mirror my movements. “Please…Wes…I can’t handle it.”
“What do you want?” I nipped at her lower lip.
“I want…”
“Tell me.” My tongue flicked against her nipple.
April wiggled and squirmed before trying to lean forward. Maybe trying to force contact between her nipple and my mouth again, but I just stared down at her, waiting. Damn, she was beautiful.
“Well?” I demanded.
“I want…I want you…”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, lightly running my fingers over her boobs, paying special attention to her nipples.
April’s eyes started to roll back into her head. “Please…”
I pinched a nipple, and she gasped. “I don’t know what you want unless you tell me.” Grinning, I lowered my hands down her stomach to the top of her skirt.
“Touch me.”
“Where? Here?” I brought my hand back up and caressed her cheek.
“No.”
“Here?” I tickled her from her hips up to her side, my fingers stopping before they neared her boobs.
She shook her head. Her cheeks were pink. April was getting all worked up.
“Here?” I slipped my hand beneath her to squeeze her ass through her skirt.
“Closer,” she whispered.
I moved my body down some so I wasn’t straddling her quite so high. Now I could touch her knees. Slowly, I inched my hands up her legs. Sucking in a breath, April held perfectly still. Higher and higher my hands went, but just before they touched her pussy, I leaned back and crossed my arms so only my knees and lower legs were in contact with her body.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, “or else I’ll throw you out of my room.”
“You can’t. You have to…” April closed her eyes and swallowed. When she opened her eyes, all I saw in them was lust. “Give me everything. All of you. And give it to me now!”
She wanted me all right. I had her just where I wanted her.
“You want me to give you everything?” I leaned down so my body touched the length of hers. “What if I don’t want to?”
“You do.” April lifted her hips. “I can feel it.”
“Feel what?”
“Your cock.” Her cheeks turned bright red.
“Is that what you want? My cock?” I pulled back slightly.
“Ugh! I’m going to convince you to.”
“To what?” I asked innocently.
“To fuck me.” She was fuming mad, and seriously, that could not be any hotter.
Her hands gripped my shoulders, and she sat up, forcing me back, although I allowed her to. To my surprise, she shoved me to the side and got off the bed and onto her knees.
“You’re going to be the one lying down now,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.
April pushed me onto the bed until I was lying down, my legs hanging over the side. My cock never felt this hard before. Her hands returned to my jeans, and after she unbuttoned and unzipped them, I lifted my ass so she could slide them down. Them and my boxers. My cock jumped out. I thought freeing it would ease some of my frustrations. No. It only increased them. I was dying to be touched.
She licked her lips, eyeing my cock, and I realized what she was going to do. I couldn’t believe it. April never looked more determined, but she was also blushing furiously, obviously trying not to look nervous.
The girl was preparing to give me her first ever blowjob.
It was ridiculously hot that I had been her first everything. Her inexperience was a potent combination of cute and sexy. I’d never take advantage of her innocence. I made sure she wanted anything and everything we did.
And, damn, did we both want this.
April swallowed. She touched my cock, wrapping both hands around it. Tentatively, she licked it.
What a tease. I knew she wasn’t trying to torture me, but holy hell, she was.
Another lick. Her hands moved up and down my shaft not nearly fast enough. I could only tolerate that for so long. No wonder she’d been so frantic while I’d teased her with slow-burn foreplay.
Turned out that a minute was my threshold. I leaned on my forearms to lift my upper body so I could better see her. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
“Not at all.” She dipped her head down, and her hair fell forward to half shield her face.
I brushed it back. “Then go ahead. I know what you want. I want it too.”
“What’s that?” She stared at me with her big eyes.
“To take my cock into your mouth.”
Her eyes widened.
Before she could confirm or deny, I added, “I can help you with that.”
I reached down and laid my hands on the back of her head. Fingers laced in her hair, I guided her gently down toward my cock.
“Open your mouth,” I whispered. “Try to flatten your tongue. When you’re ready, put your mouth around my cock.”
I didn’t apply pressure and waited for her to move. She immediately did as I said, and I felt her hot, warm lips around the tip of my cock.
“I’m a little bigger than that,” I said.
She giggled. The resulting vibration around my tip made a few drops of pre-cum ooze.
April took another inch of me into her mouth.
Hell, this was taking too long, but it wasn’t taking long enough. I wanted to soak this in. I wanted it to last forever. Teaching her, fucking her…all of it.
“Take in as much of me as you can,” I directed. “When it feels like it’s too far, try swallowing. That might help.” I thought I’d heard or read that somewhere.
She pulled back. “Swallowing? Around your cock?”
“It’ll relax you. Help you. Give it a try.”
April nodded and went down on me again. Her hands gripped the base of my cock and she took more and more of me in.
“Once you have in as much of my cock as you can handle, go up and down. And that’s it.” I was eight inches. I’d be surprised if she could take in all of me. Surprised and thrilled.
She swallowed. Her mouth closing in on me got me so excited. I could feel the tip of my cock tighten. April bobbed her head up and down, slowly, far too slowly. My hands were still on her head, and I gently guided her to speed up.
“Yes, yes, just like that.” I couldn’t help groaning. God, this felt so good.
Suddenly, she released me. She glanced up at me and smiled before licking the head of my cock. Sensations flooded throughout me. Who the hell taught her that?
Without having to be prompted, she resumed blowing me. Each time she went down, I could tell she was getting more confident. Her mouth bobbed against a good part of me, and her hands worked the rest of my shaft. The feelings of her hands and tongue and lips and mouth on me was incredible and almost too much for me to handle. All too soon, I was getting too close to coming.
No. Not in her mouth. At least not tonight.
I sat up, yanked her onto my lap, and immediately slid my throbbing cock into her. While she sat on me, I fucked her, fucked her good and hard. Her moans were soft and muted at first, but the harder I thrust, the louder she got until I had to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Our family was asleep after all.
This position, having her body so close to me, the extended foreplay…it d
idn’t take long for her orgasm to build, and through my hand covering her mouth, she shouted my name. Her orgasm brought me over the edge.
Hell, that was amazing. Fucking amazing.
Chapter One
I wasn’t sure what to expect. For nearly all of my life, I was in the foster system. I was eighteen, and now my mother wanted to be a part of my life. Well, she might consider herself my mother, but to me, she wasn’t. She winced every time I called her Jacqueline, but that was the way it was going to be.
