Under Siege

by Aria Cole

  Her eyes fluttered, something soft shining behind them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was me.”

  “It’s okay. I will always know it’s you. No one has to tell me. Was gonna let you make the first move until it looked like you weren’t.” A smile cracked her lips with my words.

  “I think you should know…” She tucked a lock of dark hair behind one ear. “I’m not really…experienced. At all.”

  A bolt of lightning cracked open my rib cage at her words. What the hell did she mean, she wasn't experienced? She couldn't possibly be a virgin, could she? The idea of no other man ever having touched her made me feel good. Why the fuck did that make me feel so good? I liked the idea of being the only man who would know her, knowing that no one had ever touched what was made to be mine.

  I quirked my head her way, framing my palms around her creamy throat and guiding us both against the brick wall of the building. “Don’t tell me that means—” I swallowed the words in my throat “—what I think it means.”

  She nodded, eyes falling to my feet.

  “Jesus, Freckles.” I sucked in a quick breath, pressing my forehead to hers so our lips were just barely touching.

  I just wanted to fucking take from her.

  Steal her innocence, tie her to my bed, and fuck her every day for the next century. I’d never get enough of this woman, and I hadn’t even had a taste yet.

  “I’m gonna ruin you in the best possible way,” I finally murmured before latching on to her lips. I stroked the seam with my tongue before plunging it past the soft flesh and tasting her. I was eating her mouth, deft sweeps of my tongue caressing every delicate corner. She tasted like honey. Slow, sweet, sticky honey that coated my soul. I’d been talking to this woman for the last thirty-six months of my life, some of the hardest times I’d ever been through, and now she was here in my arms, molded to me.

  If I had my way, she’d stay molded to me just like this for the rest of forever

  Something raw and urgent swelled inside me, a need to protect her, take care of her, give her all the things she wanted. I wanted to be that man for her.

  “So when does this thirty days start?” she breathed against my lips, panting from the kiss I’d stolen.

  The corner of my mouth slid into a grin, my eyes cutting across the arch of her cheekbones, the full pout of her lips. “Now.”

  THREE

  Tinsley

  “Now?” I stepped back, making sure I’d heard him right. “Right now?”

  “Right now.” His devilishly handsome eyes washed across my face. I felt his gaze straight through to my core. My thighs shifted as my underwear grew damp. His grin twisted up and nearly incinerated my panties.

  “You’re crazy.” I shook my head with a laugh.

  “Crazy for one thing only,” he retorted, closing the distance between us. One of his heavy palms fisted in my hair, fingertips pressing at the back of my neck and sending a violent cascade of lust through my veins. This man hardly had to touch me, and I was his.

  Jesus, maybe I’d been his long ago, after the first letter had been written.

  “I can’t just bail on Lily. And explaining this one to her is gonna be…”

  “Leave that to me.” Ash’s hand wrapped around mine, hauling me back into the bar, beelining for the small crowd of guys that had gathered around my best friend.

  “Pardon,” Ash interrupted their conversation. “Tinsley's gonna be staying with me for the next few weeks. She’ll stop over to grab clothes and any other shit she needs, and you’re welcome to come over anytime. But for the next thirty days, I’m pretty much gonna keep her chained to my bed and screaming my name over and over. Just thought I’d run it by you.”

  Lily’s eyes widened, darting from Ash to me and back again. “Is this guy fucking crazy?”

  “Yeah, seems like it.” I rolled my eyes at her. My best friend burst into a giggle before looking back to Ash.

  “Sounds like a plan, man. You got a pool?” Lily arched an eyebrow at Ash.

  “Yeah.” His grin split his face. “I got a pool.

  “Then I’ll be over.” She winked at me. “And, hey—” She caught Ash’s shirt by the shoulder. “If you make her shed a single fucking tear, I will hunt you down and force-feed you your balls, got that?”

  Ash’s eyebrows arched before he looked to me. “She serious?”

  “Willing to find out?” I cocked my head.

  “Nah, I’d cut off my own arm rather than hurt you.” He looked at Lily seriously. “She’s safe with me.”

  Something about the hard set of his jaw when he made that vow stirred the butterflies inside my belly. I didn’t know what this was, but it felt like the start of something.

  “Good, she needs someone good,” Lily said, then turned to me. “So, you’re not coming home tonight, is what you're telling me?”

  I smiled, a blush burning up my chest and neck when Ash's massive arm tucked me against his body. The hard rock of his chest stabilized my smaller form. I’d never felt little next to any man before, only Ash.

  “She’ll give you a call in the morning.” Ash winked at me.

  I threw an anxious glance at Lily before looking up at him. “I’ll definitely be calling her in the morning. I’ve got a feeling I’m going to have a lot to say.”

  Ash shook his head then threw his hand in the air. “Tony! Next round on me!” He tossed a wad of bills onto the bar then turned, curling me against his body before walking us to the door.

  “Sweet dreams, Tins!” Lily called to my back.

  “You won’t have any time for dreamin’,” Ash cooed. My stomach swam with his words. My pussy clenched, my knees turning to gelatin with all the implications of what he’d said.

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Good thing I don’t believe in waitin’, Freckles.” He pulled me the last few steps to his pickup truck before he opened the door in one swift motion and dropped me onto the seat of the driver’s side.

  His hands splayed across my skin, spanning my stomach and fisting the hem of my shirt. His knuckles grazed my skin, my lungs deflating and soft pants echoing past my lips.

  “Look how turned on you are for me, Tinsley.”

  My name on his lips did delicious things to me. Lost for words and between breathless pants, I hummed, “Ash…”

  One of his palms slid down the waistband of my jeans while his lips attached to my throat. “I can’t wait to take what’s mine, Tinsley.”

  I would have crumbled at his feet if not for his broad arms holding me against him.

  “I’m going to suck this sweet pussy dry, roll your taste around my tongue until you can’t help but come on my face.”

  His filthy words had the orgasm inching closer to the point of no return. I squirmed under him before his other palm lifted my leg around his waist and angled his thick cock right against my pussy.

  “Oh God,” I whimpered as the ridge rubbed against my clit, sending stars bursting behind my vision.

  He was so big, there was no way he’d fit. But then again, I’d never been anywhere close to this wet before.

  “I’d slide my dick into you right now, Freckles, but then I’d have to gouge the eyes out of any man who saw you like this. I don’t want another man even hearing how you sound with an orgasm on your lips.”

  He pushed his hand into my hair, connecting our lips and tangling our tongues. He fucked me with his mouth, his dick snug against the seam of my jeans, hitting my clit and making every nerve throb with need.

  “I can smell how turned on you are, Tinsley. The scent of your pussy is so thick I can taste it on my tongue.” His words seeped out in a near growl. I nearly came in a gush right then.

  “I’m so wet,” I squeaked.

  He pushed his hand beneath my underwear, connecting with the hot, tingling flesh of my overworked pussy.

  “You’re soaked for me, Freckles.” His callused fingers swept across my flesh, working me closer and closer. My breaths were choppy as
his tongue brushed up my throat, landing at my lips and taking me with full force. If this was what he could do with his lips, I couldn't wait to feel his cock stretching and filling me, satisfying this need to give him everything inside of me.

  I already had anyway.

  This man knew me from the inside out. The depth of emotion we’d both touched on in those letters still made tears spring to my eyes. I knew Ash, maybe better than anyone else, and he knew me just as well.

  The physical part felt like the last and final connection we’d been missing.

  His fingers sped up, another digit added to the assault as my thighs began to shake around him. I was both terrified and turned on by the feelings spiking my insides.

  “Coat my hand, Freckles. Give it to me good.” He pushed his thumb in the entrance of my pussy, and then I lost all sense of reality. My vision clouded, and every nerve in my body tensed and released as my arousal soaked his hand.

  “Look how hard I made you come.” He sucked in a quiet breath, his wet hand leaving the aroused spot between my thighs and releasing his dick from his pants. I gulped at the size of his girth, his hand covered with my arousal cupping the thick, veiny cock that looked harder than steel. The soft head made my mouth water, the lingering pulses of my orgasm still pushing through my muscles as he stroked himself root to tip.

  His cock shone in the moonlight, coated in my come.

  I cupped a hand around his, sliding up to the tip along with him. The silky steel-covered cock in my hands nearly made me come in another furious rush. He was so strong, virile, like a god the way his broad shoulders and chiseled abs were faintly outlined by the cotton of his thin shirt.

  “I can’t control myself when your hands are on me,” he grunted, his hand fisting his cock at the root. His eyes shuddered closed, and I took the moment to adjust my body to lie on the seat so I could take the tip into my mouth.

  He sucked in a violent breath of air when my lips touched the tip.

  He groaned loudly as I swallowed as far as I could—not even to the base of my own hand on top of his before he was pressing at the back of my throat.

  “Tinsley, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Ash asked, his hand threading through my hair and holding me against him gently. “You shouldn’t—”

  I hollowed my cheeks before he could finish, sucking up the length of him and tonguing the soft ridge of his tip before going back down again.

  “Dammit, Tinsley, I'm going to come.” His fingers tightened in my hair, my scalp tingling from the bite, my pussy aching with pleasure.

  Stroking his cock, I pressed up on my knees and breathed against his ear. “I want your come.”

  A soft groan vibrated from his chest and rumbled straight to my pussy.

  His hands pushed me back against the seat, one hand fisting his dick as the other fumbled with the edge of my panties. He pushed my jeans down my thighs, shredding the pink lace of my underwear in his deft hands, before his dick was sliding against my soaked slit.

  I moaned, fingers digging into his chest as he pumped his hips, dragging the tip of his dick back and forth across my overstimulated nerves.

  I shivered, teeth pushing into the slab of flesh at his shoulder as he teased his dick at the edge of my entrance. Hovering softly, he muttered at my ear, “I can’t wait to feel you inside and out, Freckles. This—” he staccatoed his thrusts “—pussy—” another thrust “—is mine.”

  Another orgasm ripped through my body, my chest heaving as every muscle quivered with release.

  His hips continued the assault, grinding against my clit until his rhythm grew uneven and his thighs taut. Long, white jets of come splashed out onto my pussy and abdomen, ringing my navel in his hot seed.

  He held me to him, crushing me against all his hard edges as our breaths slowed to normal.

  “That was amazing,” I finally breathed.

  His soft chuckle echoed around the cab of his truck. “Wait till I get you home.”

  Home.

  Warmth crept up through my body, singeing my heart and incinerating my soul.

  I couldn’t believe my home would be with Ash for the next thirty days.

  FOUR

  Ash

  With Tinsley's lips firmly attached to mine, I carried her up the steps and into my house, just a few minutes from the bar we’d met at downtown. Everything about her stole my senses. I couldn't fucking see straight when she was around, and she’d already had my head all fucked up the last three years, living without her.

  I’d thought about this moment the entire flight home.

  But I’d never dreamed it would go like this.

  In my wildest fantasies, sure, but I’d never thought Tinsley and I would actually click in real life.

  That shit was way too good to hope for.

  But here we were, clicking like we were meant to be, and that thought scared the fuck out of me and relieved me at the same time. I couldn't explain it, but I knew it felt good. Looking at Tinsley, the way her dark eyes burned back at me with that hint of amber fire. Every day without this woman was wasting time as far as I was concerned.

  “Welcome home, Freckles,” I breathed against her neck as we entered my place. I slowly dragged her down my body, letting her feel every hard inch of me before placing her on her feet.

  She hardly glanced around before her eyes were on mine again. “Where am I sleeping?”

  I narrowed my eyes on her, unsure how she’d take this next part. “My bed.”

  She arched an eyebrow.

  “Told you that before I brought you here.”

  “I know,” she answered swiftly. “I just wasn’t sure if you meant it.”

  A rumble pulled past my lips. “Mean every word I say to you, Freckles. I don’t bullshit. I stand by my word.” I licked the sweet spot under her ear. “And in my bed is where you belong.” I took the thick swell of her ass cheeks in my hands, bending down to push the jeans the rest of the way down her thighs. “First rule, no panties allowed.” Her eyes darkened above me, fingers twisting in my hair.

  “There are rules now?”

  I grinned up at her, the soft swell of her juicy pussy just at my eye line. “They’re so I can do things like this.”

  I attached my lips to her slippery cunt, licking up the seam and tonguing the soft little bud of pleasure at the top. “This pussy tastes sweeter than honey.”

  She moaned, hips arching against my face. I tongued the slit, soaking her lips and my face with her arousal and my spit.

  “Who owns this pussy, Tinsley?”

  Her fingers pulled at the strands of my hair, pulses of pleasurable pain shooting through my balls and making my dick harder than it already was.

  Hell, you’d never know I’d just come ten minutes ago in the parking lot.

  “Who owns every inch of this body, Tinsley? Tell me.” I pushed two fingers past her entrance, fucking the slick skin and sucking at the hard nub of her clit.

  “You do, Ash. You own my pussy. Oh God, you own me.” She moaned.

  “Good girl,” I husked, pushing off my knees and pulling her into my arms. With her clinging to me like a monkey, we crashed through the kitchen doors—the closest room to us—and I gently dropped her onto the kitchen island.

  In one sweep, her shirt was off, her heavy tits straining behind the fabric of that flimsy lace bra. I ripped the straps of her bra down her arms and breathed a sigh when her gorgeous tits fell out. My mouth watered, and my cock ached. “Ripe as fucking peaches.”

  I hummed in appreciation as I plucked at the pert nipple of one of her tits. She whimpered softly, eyes rolling back in her head. “Mmm, you like that?”

  I pinched her nipple again, a little harder this time. My cock throbbed angrily when her teeth gnawed on the flesh of her bottom lip, and a groan fell out. “So soft and heavy.” I palmed one tit in my hand, then pushed them both together, cradling them in my palms. “So needy for my tongue.”

  Tinsley breathed a chorus of yeses before my lips lo
cked around the dark nipple and I sucked. In slow, hard draws, I pulled at the little nub, loving the way her pussy ached and wept against my jeans, her soft pleas for more.

  I worked my way between her two ripe tits, nursing them deeply and determined to take every ounce of her I could coax out with my lips. The round little buds grew pink and puffy with my attention, her soft whispers for more urging me on as I nipped and sucked, sucked and nipped.

  My cock leaked pre-come, and I had to push my jeans down to release my dick into the night air. I left the denim hanging around my thighs as I steadied myself, dragging my dick through her soaked folds.

  “Can you take more of me, Peaches?” I nestled my dick against her folds, pushing a hand up her soft skin until I was pressing at her heavy tit.

  “I want all of you.” She breathed the words, our fingers tangling together. I angled her arm above her head, sucking her nipple between my lips as I held her eyes. Lightning arced between us as the world fell away and the only thing that existed was her and me.

  She sucked in a sharp breath when I pressed my cock against her entrance, my body raging at me to push forward, claim what was mine and own this sweet cunt now and forever. I wanted to fill her untouched womb with my seed and plant my kids in this woman. I’d wake her with my kisses every morning and put her to sleep at night with her fill of orgasms. I would live to serve her, live to make her last name mine, live to love her.

  “Everything I have is yours, Tinsley Abernathy, and nothing will come between us.” I hummed at her lips, dragging my teeth along her full bottom one and making it puffier than it already was. I loved seeing the evidence of my affection all over her skin. Red marks where my hands had claimed her, tiny bites where my teeth had tasted her. “I haven’t been with a woman for as long as I can remember, and never for a second since we’ve been writing.” I pushed a little harder at her virgin entrance, her muscles taut as her untouched body resisted my intrusion. “There hasn’t been anyone on my mind but you since as far back as I can recall.”