Chapter Fourteen
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Ashleigh was sitting in a booth, in the far back corner of the small diner, across from Sam. She had suggested a different place than their normal steakhouse lunch, hoping a change of scenery might do her some good.
“Where’s Sierra?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know.” Ashleigh said looking up from her menu. “I thought you would know.”
Confusion backlit Sam’s celadon green eyes before she glanced at the door. “I talked to her this morning. She said she wasn’t feeling well, but that she would try to meet us. I guess when I didn’t hear from her, I thought that meant she’d be here.”
“Did she say what was wrong?” Ashleigh hadn’t talked to Sierra in a week or so. The woman was busy with her interior design business, and between that and juggling two men, apparently she didn’t have much free time to talk. Aside from their weekly lunch dates.
“No, she didn’t. But, you know, she hasn’t been feeling well for a while now.”
“Do you think...?” Ashleigh let the question die off. She didn’t want to stir up gossip, especially where her friend was concerned.
“Do I think what? Spill it, Ash.”
Leaning over so only Sam could hear, Ashleigh glanced at the door and then back at Sam. “Do you think she’s pregnant?”
“Oh my God!” Sam exclaimed sitting upright. “I hadn’t even thought about that.” A mischievous smirk split Sam’s pretty face and made her eyes dance with happiness. Who would’ve thought?
“I wondered about it the last time we met. She’s been eating a lot more lately, not that the woman obviously has to worry about that, but it’s not like her. And she’s talked about not feeling well in the mornings.”
“Holy crap. That makes perfect sense.”
“I wouldn’t say anything to anyone just yet though. We’ll have to talk to her first.”
“Of course.” Sam stated, glancing down at her menu and acting like nothing had happened. How did the woman do that?
Ashleigh stared at the words on the laminated sheet of paper in front of her and tried desperately to keep her mind on the menu. Instead, she wanted to ask Sam a question while the two of them were alone. Not that she wouldn’t have asked the same question if Sierra had been there, but she was sort of leery of sharing too much personal information with too many people.
When the waitress stopped by and took their order, refilling their water glasses before she left, Ashleigh conjured up the nerve.
“What’s it like being with Logan?” And wow, that did not come out the right way.
Sam looked at her with a cocked eyebrow as if trying to understand what she was getting at.
“Good grief. Not like that.” Ashleigh smiled. “If I’d been using my eloquent gene, I would’ve asked what it’s like to be in a relationship with a dominating man.”
Sam laughed. “I was beginning to wonder about you there for a minute. I mean last week you were asking about threesomes and this week about Logan.”
Ashleigh blushed. Last week she had been asking about threesomes.
Since her friends were obviously having way more sex than she was, she was trying to get a better understanding of what goes on in their unique relationships.
Sierra was in a permanent relationship with two men, and they all three shared one another while Sam was married to Logan and they had recently invited Tag Murphy as a third in their relationship. The ménage thing must have something going for it because her friends seemed incredibly happy. All the time.
“When you say dominating, I’m assuming you’re talking about in the bedroom.”
“Does it have to be in the bedroom?” Ashleigh said with a sigh of disgust.
“Um...”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that Alex –“ Realizing what she was about to reveal, Ashleigh closed her mouth tight.
“Holy shit.” Sam squealed. “You did it, didn’t you?”
Ashleigh knew her face was as red as the checkered squares in the ugly tablecloth on every table in the restaurant, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Tell me.” Sam insisted, taking a sip of her water.
“Yes.” Ok, so there it was. She’d admitted to her friend that she’d done the deed. Now she just needed to get some perspective on how to fix it.
“And?”
“And what?” Ashleigh asked, confused.
“How was it?”
“Off the charts amazing.” That was the honest to God truth. Every time was better than the last, their bodies were so in tune with one another, Ashleigh was convinced they’d each been created with the other in mind.
It wasn’t that the sex was lacking, it was the spontaneity. Ashleigh would never get enough of Alex, but she wondered if they’d eventually get bored with one another.
“So why do I get the impression there’s a but in there somewhere?”
“It’s just that...” Ashleigh didn’t know how to say it.
“What? Is it boring? Is Alex bad in bed?”
It was her turn to laugh. “Hell no. He’s amazing. It’s the bed part that I’ve got a problem with.”
“Is there something wrong with his bed?”
“No. Not necessarily.” There wasn’t anything wrong with the bed per se; it was the fact that it was the only place he seemed to want to be when they had sex.
“Ok, spit it out.” Sam said, sitting back in her chair and looking far too serious for the conversation they were having.
“I think he’s worried he’s going to break me when we have sex. At first, before the first time, he was the same Alex I’ve always dreamed about. Commanding, dominating, sexy as hell. And then bam! We have sex for the first time, and he’s treating me like I’m blown glass and one wrong move and I’ll break into a million pieces.”
“So that’s why you wanted to know what it’s like with Logan.” Sam put two and two together. “From the impressions I’ve always gotten from Alex, he’s pretty dominating himself. Is that not the case?”
“That’s what I thought too. That was part of my original attraction to him. I’m beginning to think I have some misconceptions on what it means to be controlled.”
“I’ve read your books; you’re certainly right on the money.” Sam smiled but then looked serious again. “Did you tell him you were a virgin before you slept with him?”
“Um, no. But I don’t think he had any problems figuring that out.”
“Ash, I think it’s safe to say he’s just scared. He’s the only man you’ve ever been with. And my guess, since he’s a member of the club, he’s got some pretty kinky fantasies. He’s just worried that you won’t be able to handle it.”
Ashleigh was immediately taken back to ten years earlier when Alex had all but told her that exact same thing. “How do I make him realize I won’t break? I mean shit, he’s read my books. He knows what I think about.”
Sam grinned that sly grin of hers. “I think it’s time you showed him.”
It did not take long for Ashleigh to come up with a plan. That was one of her specialties, remember? Well, in order to execute the plan, she had to get Alex to show up at her house. Since she was trying to make it a surprise, she left him a voicemail, as cryptic as possible but getting to the point.
He needed to be at her house. As soon as possible.
She’d been sitting on the back deck enjoying the fairly warm February evening, again working on her most recent novel when she heard his truck pull down the driveway. When the butterflies erupted in her belly, she forced herself to remain sitting where she was though that was nearly impossible, and the trembling in her legs proved it.
The front door was unlocked, so hopefully he would either come through the house, or walk around the way he did before. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he didn’t think she was home and decided to leave.
Too late to worry about that now.
Ashleigh pulled up the page she had worked on earlier, leaving it open on her laptop screen. Thankfully it was dark outside, but again, that was in the plans as well. The veil of night was needed for what she had in mind. After all, she was open to adventure, not public indecency.
With her nerves doing the jitterbug, she was now barely sitting on the edge of her chair. Where was he?
Ashleigh hadn’t seen him for the last couple of days – he was busy, she was busy... same ol’, same ol’. However, they had made a point to talk to one another several times a day. Which was why Ashleigh knew something was off with him, but he wasn’t revealing his secrets and she wasn’t asking.
The sound of the back door caught her attention, and she turned the computer so it was facing her perfectly and she stared at it as though lost in thought.
When he approached, she was aware of his intoxicating scent first, and she fought the urge to squirm. Not long after she was assaulted by the delicious smell of him, his big, warm hands were on her shoulders, gently kneading the muscles there.
“Mmmm...” There was no way to hold back her groans of pleasure when he touched her. It was an instinctive reaction.
“I got your message.” He said, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek and Ashleigh stilled.
He would be able to see the screen, which was the intention. Now she just prayed that he read the words.
“What’re you working on?” He asked, nuzzling her neck still, and Ashleigh lifted her hand to hold his face close to hers because it felt too damn good. The slight bristle of his five o’clock shadow, the warmth of his breath, and that delicious cologne he favored were a heady combination.
“Just writing.” She forced the words out, although she was now leaning her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck.
When the nuzzling stopped, Ashleigh held her breath, waiting for him to say more. But he didn’t say anything, and the only give away was the way his hands tightened slightly on her shoulders. She smiled. It was the reaction she hoped for.
Score.
Alex was reading.
When he approached, she was not expecting him, but in the same instance, his presence made her body come to life. What was he doing there, she wondered. At that moment, it didn’t matter why, as long as he was willing to continue touching her like that.
Slipping his hands inside her loose fitting shirt, he cupped her breasts, still standing behind her, his arms hanging over her shoulders. She couldn’t see him, but for some reason that only heightened the sensation because she could feel his warmth, smell his unique scent, which overwhelmed her senses as it was.
Ashleigh didn’t know how much Alex had read, but she knew he’d at least made it that far. His hands slipped just inside her shirt – and yes, it was loose, and the top buttons were open – palms down on her chest, easing beneath the lace of her bra. It was erotic and stimulating, and felt so damn good that Ashleigh couldn’t help but lean back into the chair, hoping he’d take the hint.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Alex ordered.
Ashleigh didn’t hesitate because she feared if she did, he’d take it as an excuse to tone it down and this was exactly what she was looking for. It had all of the ingredients for a hot, steamy encounter, and though she might have had to manipulate him to get him here, it was happening, and that was all that mattered.
With a flick of her fingers, Ashleigh had the remaining few buttons on her shirt undone, the fabric hanging open. The computer monitor shining brightly allowed her to see what he was doing. The only problem – that would also allow any curious neighbors the ability to see as well. She briefly considered closing the laptop, but then figured it would give Alex another reason to take this little episode in the house and she refused to let that happen.
“Unhook your bra.” Alex’s dark, sultry voice washed over her, caressing her skin and making her nipples pucker. She flipped the clasp between her breasts and allowed the cups to separate, freeing her breasts to the cool night air.
“So pretty,” Alex whispered, his breath closer to her ear. “What happens next, Ashleigh?”
Oh God! He should know what happens next. It was right there on the screen. Wasn’t he going to read it? Her head fell back against his chest when he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them gently.
“Read it to me.” Alex continued to fondle her breasts, but that was as far as he was going and according to what she had written, there was so much more they were supposed to do to one another, right there on the deck.
His fingers tweaked her nipple a little harder, making her cry out.
“Now.” He said gruffly. “Tell me what they do next, baby.”
He was pushing her.
Here she had thought this would be simple, write a short erotic scene, let him read it, let their passion take over, igniting a fire in the dark, and all would be right again. Instead, Alex was going to push her, see how far she would go.
Fine. She could do this.
Glancing down at the screen, she picked up where she assumed he’d left off earlier, reading aloud.
Delving his fingers into her bra, he caressed her skin, lightly teasing her nipple... Ok, they were apparently past that part. Ashleigh skimmed down a paragraph.
As she removed her shirt, allowing the cotton to fall to the chair beneath her, the cool night air caressed her skin, but the contrasting heat from his hands made her moan.
“Take it off.” He said gruffly, continuing to squeeze her breasts, a little harder than before, making her moan and fight to get her shirt and bra off.
“Read it to me, Ashleigh,” Alex leaned down, brushing his jaw against hers, “but, I expect you to do everything you have written on that page.” He paused, nipping her neck with his teeth, “Unless it’s a part for me.”
Nodding her head, she was unable to find her voice. Here she was, sitting topless on her back porch, the only light was that from her computer screen, but it lit up the area enough that Ashleigh could see everything Alex was doing. But it wouldn’t have mattered if she could see or not, the feel of his hands on her skin was torturous. Her nipples were sensitive, her breasts swollen, but she needed more.
It was a good thing she wrote it so she’d get as much pleasure from it as he would. Glancing back down at the screen, she continued to read:
When he leaned over her from behind, sucking one breast into his mouth, she gripped his head, holding him to her as her body writhed with restrained ecstasy.
Alex leaned over, forcing Ashleigh to tilt to the side as his chest came over the chair and his wicked hot mouth latched onto her right breast, his tongue lashing her nipple while he sucked the sensitive mound into the hot furnace of his mouth.
“Alex!” It was too good; she didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
He had to pull away so she could read the screen. It didn’t matter that she had written it just that morning, her senses were overloaded, which meant her brain wasn’t functioning normally.
As though sensing her need, he walked around to the front of her chair, before divesting her of her leggings, the only remaining clothing she had on.
Ashleigh’s nerves rioted and for a brief moment, she worried she was having second thoughts.
Alex didn’t give her time to think about it though before he was pulling the spandex leggings down her hips while she lifted her bottom slightly to make it easier. When he stopped and stared up at her, kneeling at her feet, she held her breath for a moment. She couldn’t let him see that she was questioning her sanity for the first time since she’d let her desires get the best of her. It was his cocked eyebrow that spurred her on because she was absolutely not going to be the one to ruin this moment. Picking up where she left off:
Once her clothes were an obstacle he no longer had to overcome, she held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. She wanted to tell him to taste her – Ashleigh’s face flamed as she swallowed hard, but continued reading, never looking up at Alex’s face – to tease her clit with his tongue, suck the hardened bundle of nerves into his sexy mouth while he speared her pussy with his fingers.
Still unable to look at him, Ashleigh flinched when his big palm flattened against her belly, forcing her back into the chair. She held her breath, letting the warmth of his hand infuse not only her body, but her soul as she sought the comfort of the man there with her.
Yes, this had been her idea. Yes, Ashleigh was anxious for Alex to live out her greatest fantasies with her, but it hadn’t been until him that she felt safe enough to have even dreamed of putting herself in this situation.
“So pretty.” Alex whispered, “I love to taste your sweet pussy, thrust my tongue into your hot, wet heat. I live for it.” Alex murmured against her mound, his warm breath sending chills racing down her spine.
Spreading her legs farther apart, wanting him closer to the heart of her, Ashleigh hung her knees over the arms of the chair, opening herself to him completely. Watching, her eyes were transfixed between her thighs where he was using his index finger to trail through her juices, grazing back and forth through her slit, teasing her clit before going back down. Alex didn’t thrust his finger inside of her like she wanted, he slowly pushed in, bending the digit as he seemed to be searching for something inside of her.
“Oh God!” Ashleigh bucked her hips as her entire body spasmed. “Oh! Don’t stop!”
Her brain wasn’t functioning, but her nerve endings were, and the spot he touched was overly sensitive, and remarkably responsive. At first she had no idea what he was doing, but then it dawned on her... G-spot.
“Oh my...” Ashleigh sucked in air, pressing her shoulders into the back of the chair as she tried to thrust her hips, wanting him to increase the pressure. When he pulled his finger from the depths of her pussy, she had to bite her cheek to keep from crying out. Why did he stop?
He resumed his exploration of her wetness, sliding his finger up and down, pushing firmly on her clit from time to time. Ashleigh moaned her pleasure, never wanting him to stop because it felt better than she’d ever imagined, more erotic than even her deepest fantasy and that was saying something.
Alex was taking his part of the story seriously, using his tongue and his finger to torture her, but when he ventured from the script, dipping his index finger deep inside of her before retreating, then easing lower, tracing her anus, Ashleigh almost came apart. No one had ever touched her there.
“Lift your hips, baby.” Alex demanded, his mouth latching onto her clit once again.
She wasn’t sure she could lift them anymore because she was at an awkward angle in the chair, half sitting, half leaning, her ass nearly hanging off the seat while her knees were propped on the armrests. Instead of questioning him, she pushed herself farther into the chair, and he used his hands to lift her bottom, bringing her pussy to his mouth, continuing to feast there, making her crazy with need.
Ashleigh wasn’t going to last much longer. Her orgasm was building, tingling sensations spiraling in her womb, her muscles gearing up for the aftermath of the implosion.
Alex lifted her rear another inch and his tongue was no longer in her pussy. He ventured lower, and Ashleigh closed her eyes, giving herself over to the foreign feeling, the delicate nerves wrought with arousal as he reamed her anus with his tongue.
Taboo, unmentionable, forbidden... call it what you will, but Ashleigh was quickly soaring toward an orgasm unlike anything she’d known before. It was amazing, this new feeling, and she didn’t want him to stop, but she didn’t know what to ask for.
“So good, Alex. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Much to her relief, he didn’t stop, but he did slow his ministrations. Ashleigh kept her eyes closed, not sure she wanted to see what he was doing because it was erotically intense, not to mention it was something she wasn’t certain she should enjoy quite so much.
“Relax, baby.” Alex’s firm command broke the silence, filled only by her choppy breaths.
Ashleigh squeezed her eyes shut, trying to relax. His tongue reamed her anus again, his finger slid into her pussy, and he continued to torment her. Then he switched, and Ashleigh’s body tensed. His finger slid into her anus, the foreign feeling exquisitely painful while his tongue latched onto her clit, her body fighting to understand the warring sensations until she couldn’t make out anything but the overwhelming, piercing pleasure that erupted in violent tremors in her womb.
Ashleigh instinctively gripped his head, holding onto him as though that would keep her from soaring out of her body as her orgasm ruptured, shattering her into a million pieces.
It look her a few minutes to come back to herself, especially enough to pick up where they had left off. Opening her eyes, she saw the heated emerald green glow staring back at her, and she could only smile.
“Better?” Alex asked.
“Immensely,” she grinned.
“So what happens next?” Alex asked, and Ashleigh glanced up at the computer screen. After that, she didn’t know if she could handle much more, but the best parts – or so she had originally thought before that exhilarating experience – were still to come.
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Alex didn’t move from where he was kneeling between Ashleigh’s splayed thighs. He couldn’t move, actually. He was on his knees, the hard wood biting into his knees, but he was more concerned about the pressure of his jeans on his throbbing dick. He was going to explode if he moved an inch, he feared.
After that little experiment, Alex was fighting the fierce urge to bend her over that damn table and bury his cock in her ass. It was the most sensual thing he’d ever seen, and the eager responsiveness of her body told him she had enjoyed it as much as he had.
Now he just needed to wait for her to pick up the story where she had left off. And yes, maybe he’d improvised just a little, but it was so fucking worth it.
Ashleigh’s whiskey brown eyes glowed from the laptop’s bright light, and he was torn between seeing the shimmering desire in her eyes and gazing down at her pussy because he was hanging by a very thin thread. If she didn’t get on with it, he was going to free his cock and bury himself in her sweet, warm depths.
“Her body was sated, but her need still burned just beneath the surface. The need to touch him, to taste his masculine heat against her tongue,” Ashleigh read as Alex watched her sweet lips move. “She wanted to kneel between his thighs as he forced his cock to the hilt in her mouth, using her in ways she’d only ever dreamed of.”
If Alex wasn’t mistaken, Ashleigh was blushing which made sense because her voice was a little shaky and she wouldn’t look at him. He didn’t know what came next, but he got the gist of what she wanted. Hell, he’d gotten that the moment he’d seen her screen and the words that had his blood taking an immediate U-turn, heading straight for his cock.
He stood, forcing his sore knees to straighten. “Sit up.” He told her as he unhooked the button on his jeans, pulling down the metal tab on his zipper before pushing the denim over his hips.
Gripping the base of his shaft, he waited patiently while Ashleigh righted herself in the chair before he quickly gripped the back of her head, holding her hair firmly and pulling her toward him.
“Open.” He insisted, and he suddenly felt woozy, overwhelmed with desire as he took control of this woman. Knowing that was what she wanted turned him on all the more and the adrenaline that flooded his veins had his body throbbing.
He forced the swollen head of his cock past her lips as soon as they parted, not giving her time to hesitate. Her eyes darted to his, and in the dim light from the computer Alex recognized the passion, the need. He also recognized that she was trying to tell him something.
He’d been treating her like a fragile doll, being gentle, easy, keeping things relatively simple; scared he might send her running if she caught a glimpse of the things he wanted to do to her. Staring down at her now, Alex knew he’d made a mistake. Instead of keeping her close, showing her how good and sweet it was when they came together, he’d been pushing her away because she was seeking something from him. Something he hadn’t been fulfilling.
“Suck me.” Alex bit out, barely restraining the hunger. Gripping her chin firmly, he held her as he pushed his cock into her mouth slowly, not letting her move, insisting on controlling this, controlling her. “Harder, Ashleigh. Suck my cock.”
Fuck! It was too good. Both the feel of her hot mouth on his cock and her eagerness to give herself over to him, they were pulling him dangerously close to a release that he wouldn’t be able to control.
Using both hands, he slid his fingers into her hair, holding her head completely still as he began fucking her mouth, forward, back, over and over, faster and deeper, praying he didn’t make her gag, but needing this more than he thought possible. He’d been holding back for too long, scared to send her running, and now he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to turn back.
He didn’t want to turn back. This was the side of him that he was familiar with. The man who wasn’t gentle, taking what he needed while giving back at the same time.
“Aaahh... Baby. Fuck.” Alex growled. “Take me deeper. That’s it.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold off. She was milking him. “Ashleigh!”
He wasn’t sure what he was saying anymore. He needed her; needed her to help him because he was suddenly overwhelmed with a multitude of sensations and emotions all coming together, overloading his circuits.
When her cool, smooth fingers cupped his balls, gently massaging, Alex lost it. He roared into the silence of the night as the tingling sensation raced up his spine, shattering his mind and all of his senses while he flooded her mouth with his seed, holding her still until she sucked every last drop from his body.
It took everything in him not to crumble to the floor. Staring back at her, seeing that mischievous grin on her face, Alex knew he’d been right. She was teaching him something, and he might not be the most brilliant man, but he could assure her he wouldn’t need another lesson.
Unless of course it was going to be anything like that because he was definitely willing to sign up for her classes if that’s the way she taught a lesson.