Page 21 of All That Glitters (Endurance #1)
“Tell me and I’ll let you come.”
“I…”
“Tell me you’d choose me and my needs over Hale, anytime, every time. Tell me…”
I knew why he was pushing me, I knew why he wanted me to say it, I knew it all and I knew how wrong it was, how wrong he was in how he thought about Hale and their friendship.
I knew… But when he pressed his thumb hard against my clit, rubbing it back and forth, his mouth against mine, his eyes staring into me…
“Tell. Me.”
“Yes,” I said on a gasp, a broken cry… “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
The orgasm washed over my body, filling me from my toes to my head, leaking out over his hand and fingers, and he captured it all in the kiss he took from me, his tongue sliding against mine, his eyes still staring into me.
He pulled me by my pussy into the cottage and slammed the door behind me, hoisting me up against it. My legs wrapped around him, my hands gripped his shoulders and he freed himself from his jeans just enough to slide up into me.
His fingers wet with my come were shoved inside my mouth and he watched as I sucked them clean, then fucked my mouth with them the same as he was fucking me between my legs.
It was obscene. It was so addictive.
It was a side of me that I didn’t even know I possessed. And maybe that was the thing. Maybe I didn’t possess this side of me. Maybe he did.
I couldn’t imagine this, wanting this with anyone other than Ashton Glitterati.
“Fuckin’ Christ, you’re tight.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth, replacing them with his tongue. He stole every sane thought I had left with that wicked kiss.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t object, couldn’t make out anything beyond us.
He was as encompassing this way as he was on the race track. Everything was always over the top with him. Everything was always pushed beyond its limits, and that now included me.
“I’m going to shove myself so deep down your throat before the day is over. I have to feel your mouth on me.” He stopped moving. “Say you understand.”
“I…” How was I supposed to say anything? How was I supposed to form words and speak them into existence? He throbbed inside me, every inch of me wrapped and wet around every hard inch of him.
“Helen… Say you understand.”
I swallowed around the dryness. “I understand.”
“Good girl. Say you want it.”
“I want it.”
“Before we’re done with our little affair, I’m also going to take your perfect ass.
” He didn’t miss my whimper. I didn’t sound like myself in that strangled sound.
Being where I was and what I was doing… I wasn’t acting like myself, either.
“You like that. You want it, don’t you, Helen?
You want my dick pounding your ass. I didn’t know you could get wetter than what you were when I entered you, but you’re one surprise after another. ”
He held me so tight against the door, I could do nothing more than take the relentless fucking he gave me. The pressure built, his words adding fuel to the inferno licking over my skin.
His lips hovered over mine. Breath mingled. And I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t stop staring at him. It was too intimate. He could see everything I wasn’t able to hide from him.
The harder he thrust inside me, the closer I came to a second orgasm.
It would be the third one from Ashton in less than twenty-four hours, when I hadn’t had one with or from anyone else in a couple of years.
Ashton was my favorite fantasy. No one ever measured up to him, not even in my head.
“Your eyes are so damn expressive and you’re so close…”
I wanted to close my eyes but couldn’t. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see the moment he came.
And he was right. I was so close.
Then, he pulled out of me. The sound I made was that of a wounded animal and my hands tightened on his shoulder.
He chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere.” He pushed his cock against my clit, and rocked against it, slipping and sliding through my wetness.
His breathing turned ragged and matched mine. His eyes were on mine and his tongue licked at my lips, pulling back if I tried to react. “I want your taste on my tongue. It’s still on your lips.”
God… No one had ever said the things to me that he did.
His cum flowed hot over my clit and he jerked against me. I couldn’t have stopped the orgasm if my life depended on it. I couldn’t stop the keening cry, the mewl, the shaking and quivering…
Wet heat spread through my pussy lips, down my thighs.
When he unclenched his jaw, he kissed the tip of my nose, and pulled away, but only by a fraction. My legs and hips ached and when I made to stand, he shook his head and pushed me to my knees.
Humiliation wasn’t something I was used to and I couldn’t say that it was something I relished or enjoyed.
I didn’t know how much more I would give to Ashton, how much more of my compassion or dignity or body…
But the look on his face, the look in his eyes…
somewhere between surprise and desire mixed with a bit of icy chill, I knew I wouldn’t walk away anytime soon.
He challenged everything inside me, touched everything inside me…
“Your mouth, Helen. Clean my cock. Let me see if you live up to your name as the most beautiful woman in the world.”