“I could taste you every minute of the day,” I whispered, tracing her lips with my tongue before planting a sensual kiss upon them. I stepped off the bed and dropped my jeans and boxers, grabbing a condom from my wallet. She swallowed hard as she gaze at my erection. A look of hesitation passed over her features. Her chest rose and fell quickly, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the orgasm she’d just had or if she was starting to have second thoughts.
“Wow,” she whispered. I rolled the condom on and positioned myself between her legs.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked, kissing her neck gently.
“Yes,” she whispered. I looked into her eyes, trying to read her expression, but she only gave me a small smile. “Really, I want this. I’m just nervous because it’s been a while.”
I kissed her gently. “I’ll take good care of you,” I murmured, positioning my cock to enter her. Her body tense when I pushed the head in. I kissed her neck. “Relax, beautiful.”
She exhaled slowly. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ll go slow,” I promised. She nodded and held me a little tighter. We both moaned in ecstasy when I sank into her, filling her to the hilt. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she panted, moving her hips to urge me to continue. Her heat made me feel warm all over, her tight walls squeezing me each time I pumped into her. My strokes were slow and long, jolts of pleasure shocking me as I moved within her. Her fingernails dug into my back as my pace started to pick up.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled, thrusting a little harder. Her moans were soft, mixed with incoherent words of pleasure as she held me tight. For some reason, this felt…right. Sex with Ashton didn’t feel like it did when I was with Kayla. Ashton wasn’t even my woman, but she felt natural underneath me. She fit around my size like a perfect velvet glove, wanting to milk my cock of everything I had and I would let her. She desperately clung to me, needing something to anchor her as she walked near the edge of the climatic bliss awaiting her on the other side of the cliff.
“You fuck me so good,” she whispered, capturing my mouth. I pounded a little harder into her, so turned on by her words.
“I feel those walls contracting, baby. You gonna come for me?”
She arched her back once more, her moans turning into pants as I thrust deep inside her.
“Fuck!” she screamed as a second orgasmic wave hit her. I groaned as her walls contracted around my cock, my strokes quicker inside her.
“I want you to talk dirty to me, sex kitten,” I whispered upon her lips before kissing her, never stopping my relentless rhythm.
She bit her lip and thrust her hips to meet my stroke. “Do you love how wet my tight little pussy is for you?” she purred, biting into my shoulder. I moaned and locked my arms behind her knees, stroking deeper inside her. She screamed out in pleasure, holding me tight.
“I love it, baby. You fit me like a glove,” I growled, bending down to kiss her once more. She took a finger and ran it along her sex.
“How does it taste?” she asked, putting her finger in my mouth. I sucked it clean and licked my lips.
“You taste delicious, baby. Now I want you to taste yourself,” I said, pulling out of her. She sat up and took me into her mouth, licking and sucking her juices off the condom. Her warm mouth and darting tongue sent chills down my spine as I ran my fingers through her hair, thrusting into her mouth. “See how good you taste, baby?” I could hear the lust that laced my deep voice as I looked down at her.
She gazed up at me as she sucked and stroked my throbbing cock. I sighed in pleasure and let my head fall back, enjoying her for a few more moments until the need to be inside again grew strong.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” I murmured. She followed my instructions, bending over in front of me. I ran two fingers along her slick sex, my cock throbbing as her juices quickly covered my fingers. I licked them clean and grabbed a handful of her hair, easing myself back into her. Her walls clamped down on me in an instant, eliciting a throaty groan from me as I start pumping into her.
“Oh right there. That’s my spot,” she moaned as I stroked her. I gripped her hair tighter, thrusting into her harder and faster to bring her closer to another orgasm.
“This pussy is so wet for me,” I murmured, pulling her back to kiss her neck. “Hear how wet I made this sweet pussy, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her hand moving down to frantically rub her clit. “You want this pussy to explode, huh?” She whimpered, clutching the railing on her headboard as her walls slightly started to contract around my size.
“Over and over until you can’t take it anymore,” I panted, pumping harder into her. She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back as I drilled into her, screaming my name as she achieved another orgasm. Between her walls pulsing around my cock and her screaming my name, it was enough to do me in.
“Fuck,” I hissed, squeezing her to me as I came. She dropped her head forward to catch her breath as I planted soft kisses along her spine. She leaned into my touch, sitting up a bit and turning her head to kiss me deeply. When she pulled away, something indescribable was harbored in her eyes before she looked away, leaving me confused. I pulled out of her and flopped down next to her, panting and glistening with sweat.
She collapsed next to me and rolled over, staring at the ceiling as she took deep breaths. We laid in silence for a while, unsure of what to say. I was sure the same question ran through both of our minds. Now what? I couldn’t have been the only one that felt something during sex. It didn’t feel like regular sex with someone I didn’t care about. It felt similar to how I felt after making love to Kayla…but better. I looked over at Ashton and smiled.
“That was wild, yeah?” I asked, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face.
She nodded and inhaled a deep breath, letting it out little by little. “Really wild.”
“Was it what you expected?”
“It was everything and more,” she admitted with a yawn. “Oh, and I won.”
I chuckled and kissed her forehead, pulling her into my arms. “Then I guess I owe you a month of cooking and foot rubs.”
“Yep. I already have my menu planned for what I want to eat,” she said softly, her eyes closed.
“I hope it’s not too outrageous,” I joked. When she didn’t respond, I looked down at her. She slept soundly in my arms, her breath light on my chest. I sighed and hugged her tighter to me, resting my chin on the top of her head. “Good night, beautiful.”
∞∞∞
My phone alarm sounded from my pants pocket on the floor the next morning. Ashton stirred next to me, her arms and legs tangled with mine. I ran my fingers along her spine, watching her as she slept. She looked almost angelic, her cheeks a little rosy and her lips slightly parted. Her long lashes rested against the top of her cheeks, her sexy mouth completely relaxed.
I kissed her lips gently, careful not to wake her, and pried her arms and legs from around me before slipping out of bed. She mumbled something and rolled over, drifting back off to sleep. Picking up my pants, I retrieved my phone and turned off the alarm, gathering the rest of my clothes. I took one last look at her sleeping form, a smile settling on my face as I turned and left her bedroom.
My mind thought back to the activities of last night as I took a shower. Having sex with her was surreal, awakening something that I hadn’t expected to be touched. It felt like so much more than climactic sex after a week filled with sexual tension. Whether or not either of us wanted to admit it, what we shared last night was passionate. I felt it in the way she held me close to her, whispering in my ear how good I made her feel. Her body reacted under my gaze, her eyes holding mine as we pushed each other over the edge. The fact that she snuggled closer to me instead of pulling away when I held her also made me think that maybe something may have been sparked inside of her, too.
I’d expected things to be awkward, almost to the point to where I’d have to go to my own room to
sleep. But she fell asleep in my arms and I couldn’t make myself pull away from her. You’re thinking way too deep about this, Shea. Relationships are off limits right now, I reminded myself firmly. Ashton was a good girl; the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her from being confused about what I wanted. We’d both just gotten out of relationships and were currently in the rebound period. As long as we were able to keep emotions out of casual sex, we should be fine…right?
After a while, I finally turned off the shower and stepped out, quickly drying and heading to my bedroom to get dressed for work. My phone pinged on the dresser, causing me to raise my brow in curiosity. Who the hell could be texting me this early? My jaw tightened when I saw Kayla’s name and a preview of a video. Now she resorted to sending me sexy visuals to show me what I was “missing out on,” when it didn’t feel that way to me in reality. I opened my messages and deleted her thread without even looking at the video. After having an amazing night with Ashton, I wasn’t going to let Kayla start my day on a sour note.
∞∞∞
Ashton appeared in the kitchen as I made breakfast, wearing her robe. “Morning,” I said to her as I scrambled the eggs.
“Morning,” she murmured, moving over to the fridge to grab the orange juice. She didn’t say anything else, simply keeping her eyes low as she poured herself a glass of juice and sat at the kitchen island in silence.
“If you’re naked under that robe, I may just have you instead of the food I cooked,” I joked, trying to lighten the awkward mood. When she didn’t say anything, my insecurities slowly crept in. Did she already regret last night? After having Kayla making me feel as if I weren’t good enough, it was so easy to feel so insecure about the smallest things. I knew for a fact that I made Ashton feel good last night; her multiple orgasms were proof of that. A tiny inkling wondered that now that the sexual tension wore off and we’d finally done it, did she regret what happened?
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she simply answered, still not looking at me. I moved the pan of eggs off the burner and walked over to her, tilting her head to look at me.
“You sure?” I asked, searching her face for answers. “Are you having regrets about…last night?”
She sighed and slightly pulled away from me. “Last night was great, but…I don’t know. I just see it complicating things already,” she muttered.
“Complicating things how? We’ve both made it clear that we weren’t looking for a relationship—”
“And I made it clear that casual sex wasn’t my thing,” she tossed back. “So what happens now? Do we pretend that this never happened and go back to our lives as roommates or something?”
“What do you want to happen, Ashton?” I asked, cocking my head as I looked at her. She stared at me.
“I don’t know. But last night was…it was more than I bargained for,” she whispered.
“I don’t understand,” I started. “Did you not want to go that far? I asked you and—”
“No, I mean…it’s complicated, okay?”
“Then try to explain it. I want to understand what you mean.” I replayed her words over and over, trying to make sense of them before it finally dawned on me. “Unless you agree with me on the fact that last night felt like something deeper than sex.”
Her eyes widened as her lips parted. Surprise and a bit of relief reflected in her eyes at my words. “You felt it, too, then?” she breathed.
Though I knew what she meant, I wanted to hear it directly from her mouth. “Felt what exactly?”
The hope in her eyes dulled at my words. She gained her composure and shook her head, turning back to her orange juice. “Nothing, O’Shea.”
“I just want to make sure we’re talking about the same thing.”
She took a sip of her juice, still keeping her eyes away from me. “Last night didn’t feel like the rough, carnal sex I thought you’d been preparing me for and talking about all week. It felt…oddly passionate.”
“I agree,” I said.
“And that makes things complicated.”
“I don’t see why it would.”
“Of course you don’t. But I don’t have casual sex because I equate it to love and I’m…I’m just not ready for all of that right now,” she murmured.
I pulled her to her feet and turned her to face me, pulling at the sash keeping her robe together until it was untied. She looked up at me as her robe fell open, exposing her naked body.
“We’re not putting titles on anything. I personally don’t see anything wrong with what we did last night and I have no problem doing it again,” I said softly, dipping my head to take her pink nipple into my mouth. Although we both knew this was only a distraction to divert her away from the real issue at hand, she didn’t stop me. Her hand caressed my cheek as I suckled her sensitive nipple. My arms snaked around her as my hands reached down to cup her ass and squeeze, picking her up and sitting her on the island.
“What about breakfast?” she breathed, watching as I kissed down her stomach. I pushed her back and parted her legs.
“Breakfast is served…for me at least.”
∞∞∞
“It’s such a shame that you make me come but you won’t fuck me,” she purred when I’d finished feasting on her, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist as she kissed my neck. I chuckled.
“Trust me, I would have if I didn’t have to work this morning. You’re going to make me late.”
“We have time for a quickie if you skip breakfast,” she whispered.
“My little sex kitten sounds needy,” I teased. She smiled and licked her lips.
“I wouldn’t be so needy if the devil knew how to keep his tongue to himself.”
“It’s hard to resist when Satan herself comes in here naked under a robe. You were trying to seduce me and you know it, woman,” I said, quickly kissing her on the lips and prying her legs from around me.
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you; I was just coming in here to see what you were burning up,” she joked with a smirk.
“We’ve been through this already. I know how to cook. It’s not that hard to make bacon, eggs, and a few pieces of French toast.” I plated the food and handed her one. “Now eat up. I’ll see you this evening.”
“You’re not eating with me?” she asked as I popped a lid on the Tupperware bowl I had.
“Not today, sex kitten. My early dessert took up too much time, so I have to take my breakfast to go. See you later,” I said and turned to walk out of the kitchen. She grabbed the back of my jumpsuit and pulled. “What’s wrong?”
She yanked a paper towel from the roll next to her and wiped my cheeks and lips, a small smirk on her lips. “Can’t have you walking around looking like a glazed donut, can we?” she mused.
“What, don’t want anyone to know that I had your pussy for breakfast?” I asked and laughed. She giggled, a light blush touching her cheeks.
“Rocky is basically my uncle, too. I’d never be able to show my face at the repair shop again if you went into work like that,” she answered.
I nodded. “Good point.” I squeezed her thigh and licked my lips. “Well…if you’re still needy when I get home from work, maybe we can do something about it.”
“Maybe,” she murmured, holding my gaze. I hesitated on whether or not I should kiss her full lips, throwing caution to the wind and doing it anyway. Her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer, her tongue brushing against my lips. I allowed her in, squeezing her when she groaned against my lips as our kiss deepened. Her kiss made my heart skip a beat and clouded my mind with lust and desire. She was like a match that sparked me back to life. I found myself craving Ashton in a way I’d never done with Kayla, Ashton’s light and heart pulling me in like a magnet. Pull yourself together. She’s not ready for that and neither are you.
She finally pulled away breathlessly. “You should probably go. You’re going to be late,” she said, her eyes on her lap.
“You’re ri
ght. I’ll see you this evening then,” I said and grabbed my Tupperware bowl and headed out the door. I hadn’t even gotten to work and I was already counting down the hours until I was able to get back here and bury myself inside my sex kitten. I shook my head.
God help me.
Chapter Eleven
Ashton
As I ate my breakfast, my mind wandered, thinking of everything that had happened over the last couple of weeks. Who would’ve thought that a caller would turn into a real-life love interest? Talk about taking your work home with you. I definitely didn’t expect said caller to be my roommate, one that got under my skin but also set my soul on fire when he was near me. Just this morning, my intentions were to tell him that last night couldn’t happen again. He made me feel things that I’d nearly begged Steve to give me, but he never would. Each stroke O’Shea put upon my body was passionate, his gaze loving as he looked down at me.
The emotions I’d felt last night became so overwhelming that tears burned my eyes. It was the main reason I’d held him so close to me, praying he wouldn’t look into my eyes in case a tear happened to fall. This man did something terrifying to me and I didn’t know how to stop it. Even when I tried to voice my concerns on how last night could complicate things, I ended up lying on the kitchen island with his head between my thighs once again.
The way he’d kissed me before he left for work was sweet. If he was so sure of not jumping into a relationship, his actions didn’t tell me that. He held me so possessively, lingering longer than necessary as if he didn’t want to let me go. If I were being honest, I didn’t want him to leave either. From our talk about our exes a few nights ago and the fun we had at the arcade last night, I found myself growing to like him. I laughed to myself. Who would’ve thought I would’ve ended up liking the guy who called me a deer killer when we first met?
I stood up from the bar stool and stretched, smiling as a delicious soreness reminded me of the activities that took place last night and a few moments ago. My heart and mind were conflicted. My heart was tired of being lonely while my head tried to convince me that I was better off. O’Shea and I both agreed we weren’t looking for anything, but he made it clear that he didn’t really have any plans on stopping what we were doing.
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