Urban Climber

by Hunter, S. V.

  He pushes me down against the cold iron. It digs and pinches my skin, but I hardly notice. Something else has my attention. His cock is against my entrance. And all that’s between us now is a slither of denim. I bring my hips up, wrapping my legs around him and fumble to undo his jeans.

  He breaks the kiss and takes a step back.

  “What?” I squeak. “What did I do?”

  He smiles. “Nothing, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that if you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand. I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

  “You’re not. I want this.”

  “Are you sure? I know there’s rather a big age gap between us.” In truth, that’s probably half the reason I’m so attracted to him. He’s so much older than me, so much wiser, so much of a rebel against everything and anything. All I want is him. I’m not thinking. My hormones are screaming. Screaming for his weight, screaming for his body, screaming to feel him plunge deep within me.

  “Ash, I don’t care about the age difference. Just let me take off your jeans.”

  “I may lose control if you do that,” he clenches his fists, putting his hands behind his back, “but I will do all I can to stop myself from giving into temptation.”

  “What temptation?” I giggle, pulling his jeans down to the ground.

  “You,” he exhales. “You make me so hard, Ra. You make my dick ache so much that every particle in my body wants to fuck you so hard that you scream for me to stop.”

  I should be scared. I know that. I should run away right now, but I don’t.

  He stands before me naked. His thick, hard cock fully erect. My mouth drops at his size.

  He’s so much thicker than him.

  So much longer than him.

  So much bigger than I ever imagined he’d be.

  Even Bruce, Brad, and George would be jealous. And Mel … Mel would wanna make a cast so she could have a replica for her display cabinet.

  “I’m not going to be able to resist you much longer,” he groans as my eyes run down and over his shaft. “You understand that, don’t you?”

  “Please, just be gentle with me at first,” I whisper, running my fingers over his length.

  His lip quivers. “You’re not a—”

  “Virgin?” I giggle. “Hell, no. That ship sailed a long time ago. But I’ve only ever been with one other guy, and you’re making him look rather pathetic at the moment.”

  “That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?” He smirks.

  I shrug. “Well, it’s the truth. He’s nothing compared to you. I’m on the pill, but have you got any—”

  “Yes,” he smiles, “if you go over to my bedside table, you’ll find a box of them in the drawer.”

  The moment I roll it down and over him, we are inseparable, intoxicated by each other. The world I’ve known, the pain I’ve felt, fades into nothingness. We tumble against the mattress, wrapped up in each other. I dig my nails into his broad, tattooed shoulders as he covers my neck in a trail of kisses. Only a second slips by when he thrusts his hips into me, and I gasp when his thick, hard cock enters me for the first time.

  “Ashh.” I whimper, wrapping my legs around him as my sex clenches around his width.

  His eyes fill with worry. “Forgive me.” He pauses, kissing my lips with tenderness. “I’m sorry.”

  “No,” I smile, pulling him back down on top of me. “It feels amazing. Do it again.”

  FOURTEEN

  “I swear on my wings, your ass, Miss Hemsworth, is like a ripe peach.”

  I stir, hearing his deep, gravely voice whisper against my ear. “It is?”

  “Yeah, baby,” he chuckles, his hands delving beneath the sheets. “It’s so round and juicy, I just wanna roll you onto your stomach and spread it apart.”

  “And then?” I giggle, feeling his hands run down and over the curve of my ass.

  “And then …” he pauses, kissing across the nape of my neck. “I’ll lick up all your sweet, dripping juices until you beg me to stop.”

  “Ash!” I squeal, rolling into his chest. “Stop! You’re so graphic.”

  His eyes dance down and over my body as he pulls the sheet off me. “I just turned on the bubbles. Feel like getting wet?”

  I was wet all night. I’m probably still wet. I didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm like that. I’d come to the conclusion that most of my ‘spots’ were either broken or just not there. But last night … Last night, Ash left me breathless in a pool of hot, wet, ecstasy that caressed and titillated every inch of my flesh.

  “Is that a yes?” He lowers his head to mine and kisses me.

  “I, um … I still feel shaky from everything we did,” I whisper, drowning in the beauty of his eyes.

  “I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers, pushing a curl from my eye. “You do things to me that I can’t explain.”

  I weave my fingers through his as he leads me across the soft, white carpet and up the steps to the spa. He looks back over his shoulder and winks at me before sinking down into the bubbly, hot water. “You’ve got three seconds, angel.”

  “Until what?” I pause, slowly stepping in and trying to decide where to sit. “Ash,” I gasp, noticing the sunlight suddenly coming through the panes of glass. “What’s happening?”

  “Wave good morning to New York!” He laughs, stretching his arms up and resting them behind his head. “You never know, someone might just wave back.”

  I hopelessly try to cover myself as I splash down into the deep, steamy water, no longer caring where I sit. “Tom! Did you do that to me on purpose?”

  “No,” he laughs. “Not at all. It’s on a timer.”

  I cross my arms. “I so don’t believe you!”

  He grins sheepishly. “Okay, I may have pushed the timer forward just a little.”

  I float across to his body and kiss him. He’s too hunky to stay mad at. “You love seeing people’s reactions to your mischief, don’t you?”

  “I was an only child, Ra.” He grins. “I had to come up with ways to amuse myself. And so what if I love seeing you blush?”

  “But why would you do that to me?” I drop my bottom lip. “That’s so mean.”

  “Because you’re adorable, that’s why.” He laughs. “And I like playing with you.”

  I weave my wet fingers through his as he pulls me into his arms. “Ash, last night was one of the most amazing nights of my life. I never thought I could feel like that.”

  “Don’t you mean come like that?”

  “No,” I giggle, hoping he won’t notice my lie. “Feel like that. Honestly, my life was set in stone up until I met you. I didn’t think things could ever change.”

  “But baby,” he smiles, running his fingers over my lips and kissing them ever so gently, “you’re only twenty-two. You’ve got your whole life in front of you. Why did you feel like you didn’t have any other options?”

  I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess I thought I was in love. But after last night, I don’t know what we had. I don’t even know what it was. I couldn’t ever imagine being with another guy, but after being with you … I don’t know what to think. You’ve changed my perspective—you’ve given me perspective.”

  He drops his forehead to mine, cupping my face in his hands. “You are a beautiful, intelligent woman, Laura. Don’t ever forget that. And I don’t want to sound cliché, but the world is your oyster, baby—so you go out there and fucking shuck it!”

  “Mr. Ashton!” I laugh, melting into him. “I think I’m …” my voice cracks. “I think I’m …” I swallow, drowning in his steel grey eyes. “Kiss me,” I whisper as he pulls me into his body and just about makes my heart stop. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I feel like all the bubbles of the spa have flowed into my heart. And it’s only 6:02 a.m., and I’m sober, and I’m… “Ash,” I moan into his mouth, straddling him as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck.

  “Mmm?”

  I dig my nails into his strong, rippling shoulders, whispe
ring in his ear, “Fuck me.”

  “Which way?” he growls, his eyes filling with darkness.

  “Make me come like I came last night.”

  He groans, cupping my wet, slippery breasts in his hands and bouncing them. “It’s happening again,” he growls. “I can feel my self control slipping away.”

  My eyes lock with his. “Go with it … take me with you.”

  His hands disappear below the water, and I shiver with excitement as he begins exploring my body.

  “Do you like that?” His deep voice snarls in my ear as his fingers trail down my stomach, across my hips and roughly slip between my upper thighs.

  “Ashhh,” I gasp as the steam rises around us. “You’re making me so—”

  “Mmm?” he rumbles as his fingers move in and out of me.

  “Hot,” I whimper.

  “Then turn around,” he commands, guiding me onto my knees as I stretch my arms out and over the spa.

  “Yesss,” he groans, running his hands down and across my buttocks. “There’s that round, perfect ass I was talking about.”

  “Still peachy?” I giggle.

  “Mmm,” he groans. “Shiny and wet.”

  “It’s not the only thing,” I pant, feeling his hardness slide down and over my backside. He pulls me back to his hips and thrusts deep inside my wet, throbbing sex. “Mmm, Ash,” I moan as he begins riding me.

  “Do you like that, baby?” he grunts, giving me a short, sharp slap across my buttocks.

  “Yes,” I moan, my breasts bouncing back and forth to his rhythm.

  “Can I?” he groans as his balls slap up against me.

  “Yes, mmm…” I pant, “harder.”

  He thrusts into me deeper, and I grip the edge of the pool as our bodies lock together.

  “Ash,” I whimper as that glorious feeling comes over me. I’m so close … I’m teetering right on the edge of paradise. “I’m coming,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut as the water splashes around us. “Fuck, Ashhh, fuck me harder!” I scream, spreading my legs further apart.

  He grips my body, thrusting into me with so much force that I plunge head first into paradise. “Yesss!” I scream, shuddering as the last thrust of his cock takes me to another world. “Ash,” I pant, sinking down into the water, “you’re amazing.”

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls, pushing me back against the edge of the pool and spreading my cheeks with his rough, hot hands.

  “Ash,” I moan, quivering as his tongue flicks over my pussy. “Damn, good morning, New York!” I shake against his mouth. “Hell-ohh.”

  “Did you like that? Did I satisfy you?”

  I can’t stop shaking. I can’t form words. Fudge, he is gonna be so bad for my grades. I can’t even remember what I’m meant to be studying. He laughs, pulling me back down into the water and into his lap. “You didn’t mention the windows this time, what happened?”

  “Oh?” I murmur, nuzzling into his neck.

  “Well, what if some old codger just saw you …”

  “Getting fucked?” I giggle. “So? What if he did? I hope he enjoyed the show.”

  Ash’s deep, sexy laughter floats up and over the steam. “I don’t believe what I’m hearing. What happened to Miss Prim and Proper?”

  “After last night,” I exhale, “I don’t think she’ll be back.”

  “Is that so?” He smiles, tucking a curl behind my ear.

  “It made me feel pretty sexy to think that someone might be watching us and, you know, getting off on it.”

  He grins, running his hands down and over my wet breasts. “I knew there was more to you than what you were showing.”

  I giggle. “It’s all your fault, though. You make me feel like I could be or do anything.”

  “You can, baby. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

  “You’re just saying that.”

  “Nah, I’m being serious.” He grins. “So what’s the first thing you wanna do?”

  “Eat!” I laugh. “After last night, and what you did to me just now, I feel like I’ve burnt off a year’s worth of calories.”

  “What do you want? I’ll order it.”

  “Waffles, mountains of waffles.” I grin. “With ice-cream, strawberries, and maple syrup.”

  “Mountains of waffles?”

  I laugh, playfully slapping his chest. “You heard me!”

  “Other than your glorious titties, how big are your mountains? Because you realize, if you say you want mountains of waffles, that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

  “Ash, don’t be silly.”

  “I’m not, angel. If you want me to order mountains of waffles, I’ll do it.”

  “Okay,” I giggle, “maybe ‘mountains’ wasn’t the right word. I wouldn’t mind six, though.”

  “Done.”

  “And what do you want to do while we wait?”

  “You.” I giggle, looking up and into his grey sparkling eyes, “I want to take you in my mouth and swallow every last drop.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “I know,” I smile, “but that’s what makes me want to. I want to taste your saltiness. I want to drive you wild with desire. I want you to feel like you could lose control at any second.”

  “I do, and that’s not something you should want to encourage.”

  “But why?” I whisper.

  “Because I may not be able to control my desire, and I don’t want to hurt you. You know… push you too far.”

  “I trust you, Ash. I know you’d never hurt me.”

  He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tightly. “You’re such a tease, Laura. And I think you enjoy the power you have over me.”

  I shake my head, my mouth falling into an O. “What power? When did I last tease you?”

  “You tease me all the time, especially these last few weeks.”

  “What?” I make a face. “No, I don’t. Example.”

  “Do you know how far you spread your legs apart for that damn cello? Do you know how much strength it took for me to sit nicely and watch you rehearse? When all I wanted to do was—”

  “Oh, that …” I giggle, rolling my eyes. “Well, it was your choice to show up. I guess I should have taken up the violin or something. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “You do realize everyone can see you.” He smiles as I climb up and out of the spa, toweling off my body.

  “I do.” I giggle, walking across to his bed and sitting down on the edge of his mattress.

  “And you don’t care?”

  I beckon him over. “Not nearly as much as I used to.” I giggle, watching as he climbs out of the water and wraps a towel around his waist. “Come here, and leave that behind.”

  “But, Laura—”

  “Do you want me to beg?” I giggle, dropping to my knees. “Would you like that?”

  The edge of his lip twitches as he lets his towel fall to the ground. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his erection, and begin bobbing up and down on his thick, hard shaft. I’ll stay on the ground until he comes. I’ll stay here until I feel his salty juices hit the back of my throat. And then I’ll swallow.

  Every.

  Last.

  Drop.

  “Fuck,” he groans, cupping my head with his hand as he watches me pleasure him. “Ra, what’s got into you?”

  I look up at his ripped body; tiny droplets of water slowly cascade down his abdominals.

  What’s got into me?

  Climber.

  Tom.

  Ash.

  He’s climbed into my heart. He’s seeped into every part of me. And now, I’m addicted to the feeling. Addicted to the freedom.

  Addicted to …

  him.

  FIFTEEN

  “And here she is …” Mel smiles at me knowingly as I saunter into the kitchen with a stupid look plastered across my face. “Do you know what time it is?”

  I giggle, and I can’t stop. “I don’t even know wh
at day it is! How long was I gone? What month is it? What year is it?” And then I pause, leaning forward against the counter. “Oh god,” I gasp, clutching my forehead, “please tell me I didn’t miss Christmas!”

  She shakes her head and laughs at me. “Wow, girlie! What an entrance. So I take it he was good to you then?”