Storm Front (The Charistown Series) (Volume 2)

by Lisa N. Paul

  Peeling the flimsy fabric from her skin he couldn’t suppress his gruff chuckle when he noticed the buttercup yellow bra that matched her tank top. That was Ashley to a T—everything perfect, all of the time. A yellow top meant a yellow bra and he’d be willing to bet fifty bucks—he unbuttoned her denim shorts—yep, yellow panties. “Fuck me.”

  “Ryan, are you laughing at me while we’re making out?” Ashley feigned offense. Some people thought Ashley had OCD, but he wasn’t one of them. He appreciated the way she kept herself, Leo and even him organized. And he loved how at anytime he knew underneath the pristine Ashley Kynde was a sexy woman in matching bra and panties.

  “No, Princess, I’m just enjoying how well I know you.” He wagged his brows, “Now get closer so I can know you better.”

  He pulled her against his bare chest and slowly walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed. “Let me show you just how much I enjoy knowing you, Ashley. Let me show you, just how much you’ve already taught me.”

  He eased her down onto the plush beige comforter and began his lessons at her lips. Straddled above her, he watched as hunger flashed through her eyes. It was like looking into an autumn storm where the golden leaves were swept off the trees just before the pouring rain came to wash them away. His tongue entered her mouth as his right hand traveled down the column of her neck and across her collarbone. She whimpered with arousal just before she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.

  “Eyes, Princess.” His hoarse voice brought her out of her thoughts with a startle.

  “What?” She croaked.

  “I wanna see your eyes when I make you come. You hide so much from so many people, Ash, but when I look in those eyes I see everything. Don’t hide from me, baby.” He looked deeply into her green speckled depths and fell a little more in love than he had been when they walked into the room thirty minutes before. God, how was that even possible?

  Sliding his index finger under the front clasp of her bra the lacy cups fell away to the sides and he stared down at her full and perfect breasts.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning down to cup one firm breast into his hand. He felt her tense as he laved her nipple. Ryan suckled and nipped the sensitive bud until it was tightened and erect before him, then he blew a soft cool breath over the moistened peak and reveled in the small moan that breached her lips. Using his thumb and forefinger to roll and pinch the stimulated nipple, he moved his mouth to her other breast.

  “Oh, Ryan. Oh. That feels…so good. Harder, Ryan. Bite me harder.” The plea in her voice had Ryan obeying her demand. He felt himself getting harder in his jeans. He could stare at her forever while she was lost in this place of passion and pleasure.

  “So responsive, Ash. So fucking beautiful.” He let his left hand leave her breast and travel further south. Her warm, soft skin was spun silk under his calloused fingertips. When he finally reached the waistband of her panties he heard her breathing halt. Slowly he slid one finger under the elastic band to rub the soft flesh of her hip. Her breathing quickened. He couldn’t fight his grin, hell, he loved that she anticipated his next move. He loved that she couldn’t wait for it.

  He slid her panties down her legs as goose bumps covered her heated flesh. Ryan ran his hands from her ankles up to her thighs, stopping just as he got to her moist core.

  “Oh, my God!” She hissed loudly when his warm tongue touched her center.

  “Princess, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured, feeling proud.

  “Stop talking, Ry.” Ashley’s plea came out breathless and wanton. She tasted sweet and tangy as he ran his tongue up her seam and over her throbbing bud. He greedily licked and sucked on her clit as he stuck his finger into her wet channel and started to pump. Ryan’s cock hardened as Ashley began grinding herself against his lips searching for her release. His scalp stung when she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged as he inserted another finger into her tight hole.

  “Oh, God, Ryan, sweet Jesus! Harder baby, more. Please more!” Her begging was destroying any semblance of the control he clung to. Palm facing up, he moved his fingers deep inside of her and rubbed the sweet spot hidden away, waiting just for him. When he felt the tremor in her thighs he rubbed his thumb over her clit and lifted his head to speak.

  “Come for me, Ashley,” he commanded. “Let go.”

  Just as the order left his mouth he leaned in and sucked deeply on her clit, sending her into complete bliss. She came apart piece by piece, shards blowing everywhere, but she didn’t care where they landed. Her body quivered as he continued to suckle at her most intimate place and her breath hitched as her mind slowly started to pull itself together.

  “That was”—she inhaled deeply—“unbelievable, Ryan. Like, the best it ever was.” She watched his smug grin as her kissed up her thigh, her hip, her belly and finally her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue and suddenly her appetite for him was completely unsatisfied. Locking her ankles around his back, she used all of her weight and the element of surprise to flip him over onto his back.

  Shock widened his eyes and his brows lifted. “Princess, that was…impressive. Now that you have me as your captive, what do you plan to do with me?”

  His voice was filled with love and humor, but she wanted to change that. She wanted to return the lust and sexual gratification that he had just bestowed upon her. In their time together she had experienced a lot of firsts, but Ryan liked to keep iron-clad control of their sexual time together. At first she was fine with his guidance but he tended to keep her from doing some of the things she really wanted to do.

  Yes, she’d made him come. They’d grinded and she stroked him off. She’d felt his body quiver and then go rigid until the warm fluid filled her palm and ran down her wrist, but she ached to taste him. She wanted to feel his hard length in her mouth. She wanted him to experience the pleasure that he constantly gave to her. In the past when she’d inquired about performing oral sex on him, she would watch the desire cross over his face only to be quickly replaced by the tenderness of a loving boyfriend trying to care for his girl. She loved that guy but she wanted the other guy too. She wanted the guy who let loose, the guy who burned with lust at the thought of having his woman on her knees in front of him.

  She knew the people in her life saw her as perfect Ashley, dependable Ashley, sweet Ashley, but Ryan made her feel more. He made her feel sexy, desirable, wanted. He made her feel things that even with her vast vocabulary she could attach no words to. She was ready to show him just how wanton she felt in his presence.

  While her hands steadily undid his belt and the button of his jeans she leaned forward, savoring his full lips. Easing down the zipper on his fly she slid her tongue in his mouth, laying claim to the very essence of who he was. When she deepened their kiss, he was so distracted that he didn’t even notice her slide down his jeans, using her foot to glide them off of his long, strong legs.

  His skin tasted like heaven as she marked a trail from his mouth to his ear. She felt the shiver climb his spine as she sucked on the sensitive spot before raking her teeth over the lobe and biting down. The small nip of pain got his attention, as did the fact that her tiny hands were cascading down his neck and over his muscular chest.

  “Did you just bite me, Princess?” His question was barely comprehensible, a mere groan, as her tongue traveled the same path her hands had taken just seconds before.

  “Umm hmm,” she nodded, “and you taste so good, Ry.”

  “Sweetheart.” Ryan’s voice was husky and heavy with longing as she lowered her kisses down his body and closer to his erection. “Seriously, Ashley, what are you doing?” His body was ramrod tight as she lowered his boxer briefs with her left hand and touched his hardness with the soft tip of her tongue. He’d never let her give him a blow job before. They had discussed it, and he explained that he wanted to take it slow with her. He wanted their time together to be about her pleasure first and then he would teach her how to pleasur
e him.

  “Ashley, you don’t have to do this.”

  She held back her giggle. The words leaving his mouth said one thing, but the plea in his eyes screamed another. She slowly peeled down the boxer briefs that covered his long, thick, erection and felt a rush of wetness flow between her legs.

  “Ryan, I’ve wanted this for so long. You think you’re protecting me, keeping me, I don’t know, pristine or something. But, honey, I want this. I need this. Let me make you feel the same pleasure you give to me every time you touch me.” She ran her fingers over his muscular thighs while keeping her gaze trained on his. He needed to know that she wanted this. She was ready for this next step.

  His body relaxed, and she once again began to drop light kisses down his torso, down the perfectly etched V under his hips and right to the top of his erection. She heard his deep inhalation and looked up to see his impassioned stare as he concentrated on her every move. She gently stroked his cock with her small hand just before running her soft wet tongue over the bulbous head of his shaft. She felt his body tense as she licked his length like a Popsicle moistening him with her tongue just before sliding him into her mouth as far as she could take him. She took the loud growl that erupted from his throat as encouragement and continued on.

  “My God, Princess, where the fuck?” Ryan’s thought went unfinished as she slid him further in and out of her mouth, trailing the shaft with her tongue. Each time she would get to the head of his dick she would lightly use her teeth around the rim and then use the slightest amount of suction to pull him back into her warm cavern. Her left hand pumped the length of him in time with her generous sucks while her right hand gently cupped his balls, caressing them with loving strokes.

  “Ash, oh my…Ashley.” Ryan’s hoarse growl came out tense as his body arched, pushing his length further into her mouth. “Ash, I’m gonna come, honey. You need to move.”

  She knew what was gonna happen, but she didn’t move. She wanted what he was gonna give her and she craved it. She continued to suck him deeply. Giving him pleasure was turning her on as well. She held on to his hips even though he tried to push her away. With a loud groan, his orgasm flooded her mouth, and she swallowed down every drop of his release. She could feel him staring at her as she then licked his shaft clean and began to kiss her way up his body.

  He watched her completely speechless. She loved seeing that look on his face: a look of utter satisfaction that could only come from complete sexual gratification. She’d given that to him. Lost only for a moment in her thoughts, she felt his calloused palms skim up the sides of her body as he effortlessly shifted her onto the bed beneath him.

  “Ash.”

  Each shallow breath that escaped his mouth made her skin tingle. She’d never felt more powerful, more seductive, more…alive. He parted his lips and she waited for a compliment that never came. Instead, the words that pierced the air around them felt like a dagger in her chest. “Where did you learn to do that?”

  At first, she thought his quiet tone was teasing but when she saw his brows pull together and his nostrils flare she knew that his question wasn’t a compliment. It was an accusation. A cool wave swept through her belly and her shoulders tightened.

  “What?”

  If the high pitch of her response hadn’t conveyed how hugely he’d fucked up then she was sure the way the sated bliss crumbled off of her face did. Without waiting for a response she scrambled off the hotel bed and started yanking on her clothes.

  “Ash, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—” He got off the bed and stood behind her, reaching one hand out to touch her shoulder. She startled and pulled away, turning around to face him.

  “Yes. You. Did.” Her eyes glistened like diamonds with unshed tears. “How could you, Ryan? Why would you ever think that I would be with anyone else? What have I done to make you think so little of me?” She crossed her hands over her upper arms rubbing away cold that hadn’t been there just mere minutes ago. How could he have said that to her? How could he have even thought it?

  “Ash, I’m so sorry. I know that you would never hurt me. I know it. It’s just I’ve been feeling a little jealous lately…and then you give me the world’s greatest fucking blow job. I know that we’ve never done that before. And you’ve never been with anyone before me…” Ryan’s words were coming out jumbled, his explanation weak, but she stood there silently while he continued on. “The earlier scene with Jayson, and you spending so much time with Scott, I guess it just scared me.”

  “Why are you scared, Ry? Tell me. Because right now I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She mindlessly rubbed the ache in the center of her chest. Her mind buzzing in confusion as to what the hell had just happened. She just gave him something so special and so sacred, and he accused her of betrayal? Her emotions swirled in her mind… fear, heartache, and anger.

  “Ashley, Scott is into you. He has been for a while now. It used to bother me because I wanted you too, but I didn’t think I would ever be lucky enough to have your love in return. But now that we’re together, knowing how much he likes you makes me…okay, I’ll say it, uncomfortable. No. Jealous. Not to mention I’ve heard that since we’ve been gone he’s upped his game trying to steal you away from me.”

  She couldn’t hold back the humorless laugh that bubbled out of her. Judging by his tense stance and furrowed brow, Ryan must really believe what he’d said. But she knew Scott James. He was just a friend. They worked together and had classes together—that was all.

  “Ryan, that’s absurd! Scott knows I only like him as a friend. He knows I love you. Everyone at our school knows it. It seems the only person who doesn’t know it is you!”

  Frustration nipped at her gut. Why did she feel like she needed to prove herself to him all of a sudden? Ryan had always been the one person—other than Leo—that believed in her. That loved her for exactly who she was. She felt a small ache in the middle of her chest. It was disappointingly familiar. It was an ache that resulted from her parent’s indifference. She recognized it. She was used to it from them.

  But never from Ryan.

  Ryan hated that she wouldn’t look at him when she spoke. He hated that he’d hurt her. Watching her rub the center of her chest nearly brought him to his knees. That was her tell. She didn’t even know she did it but whenever Ashley and Leo’s parents let them down, she would run the edge of her thumb up and down the middle of her sternum. It was almost as if she was trying to rub away the physical pain. He hated her parents every time he saw her do that, and now he hated himself.

  “Ryan, I don’t want Scott. But I’m not going to stand here and defend myself for crimes that only exist in your head. Okay, so I gave you a great fucking blow job—do you know how? Because I read a ton of books. Yes, Ryan, studious Ashley taught herself how to give a blow job. And guess what, you loved it. And I loved doing it to you.”

  The first pregnant tear inched down her cheek, tearing Ryan’s guts to pieces as he watched it fall. “Now, I trust you,” she continued. “I trust you out there on the road with all of those girls throwing their bras and panties at you, but you need to trust me too. Please!”

  He just stared mutely at her. Using the palm of her hand she wiped away the droplets that coursed down her face.

  “Well? Are you going to say anything?” Her back straightened as she inhaled deeply, pulling herself back together. He’d always admired how impenetrable she could be when she needed to be. Ashley was able to tuck away her feelings in the blink of an eye so that no one could ever see that she was hurting. She’d never been an ordinary girl nor had she become an ordinary woman. While Ryan had spent years marveling that very trait, right now he needed to know if he could get her forgiveness. “Or are you taking a vow of silence to avoid acting stupid in the future,” she snapped.

  “Ash, I really am sorry.” He lifted his palms in surrender waiting to see her reaction. She moved closer to him, extending her hand to his bare shoulder. At her soft touch, his heart began to
beat faster. “I honestly never meant to hurt you. I know that you would never cheat on me. I know that you love me. Christ,” He smiled devilishly. “I felt it just a few minutes ago.” Nothing melted him more than seeing the pale pink blush of her cheeks when he said something suggestive. She was still so new to all things sexual and he loved being the guy to lead her into this life.

  “But, I gotta say, Princess”—his brow cocked with humor—“the thing that surprises me the most—more than the sweet kisses, more than the smoking hot blow job, even more than the fact that you let me come in your mouth, the thing that just rocked my world—you just dropped the f-bomb. Really, Ash? I thought cussing was for ‘people with a limited vocabulary’?”

  Ryan’s joke seemed to break the tension in the air. Giggling, Ashley’s body eased, her shoulders relaxed and her smile became genuine. “Hmm, let’s just say, I’m beginning to reevaluate that line of thinking. Dropping the f-bomb felt really good in that moment.”

  Even though the mood had lightened, Ryan knew the damage that he had caused and it was eating him up inside. “Ash, please forgive me.”

  “It’s already forgotten, honey. Let’s move on. I would love to go and see Leo and I can’t wait for the show tonight. Will you end the set with, Deep Dark Kiss?”

  “Yes,” he growled. “And I intend to end the night with a deep dark kiss too.”

  Pulling her close he cupped her head and kissed her hard and deep.

  She Let Go

  “RYAN, HONEY,” ASHLEY moaned, “stop.” They were lying naked on the hotel bed, their bodies tangled in the sheets. A light sheen of perspiration coated her skin and her body hummed with satisfaction. Despite just coming down from a mind-bending orgasm, Ryan was between her long, toned legs, building her up to another one.

  She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged. Hard. When he lifted his face, unadulterated lust and hunger filled in his eyes. The evidence of her previous release glistened on his lips as his tongue jetted out and worked the sensitive nerves. Her body felt like a coiled spring chasing the impending orgasm she had no doubt he would give her. She trembled with desire.