Chapter Six
Ashton
I’ve never been so eager to get a girl undressed. “I want you on my bed,” I say, inching her toward the end of my mattress with every step. “On my bed and naked.”
“Are you serious?” She gapes at me for several long seconds.
“Yes.” I bite back a grin. “Very serious about wanting you very naked. You’ve got sixty seconds.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll pull your pants down and spank your ass.”
Damn, the thought is already giving me wood. The vision of her bent over the end of my mattress, fiery hair trailing down her pale back as I redden her cheeks, is too tempting. Before this night is through, I’ll have her laid out on my bed, ass in the air, those fleshy cheeks begging for my hand.
Or maybe I’ll pull her over my lap instead.
“Spank me? What am I? Four-years-old?”
“No, thank God, because that’s a little young for me.”
“Jesus, Ashton. Do you spank all your women?”
“Only the ones that deserve it.” Fuck, they all do. Every single time. “That’s the way I work, Sadie. Pleasure and punishment. I’ll take you places you’ve never been. I’ll teach you how to suck a guy’s cock until he’s trembling and about to fall to his knees, but we’re doing this my way.” I nod to her clothing. “As soon as you strip.”
My tone is all false bravado. I’m afraid she’ll bring me to my knees by the time all is said and done.
“Okay.” A breath whooshes from between her parted lips as she kicks her boots off. She brings her fingers to the button of her jeans, and I’m entranced as she lowers her zipper. Keeping her eyes on me, she shoves her pants down her legs. But when it comes to the next step, she hesitates, gnawing on that lower lip again.
“Seconds are ticking away,” I remind her.
My tone must have convinced her I’m serious. Springing into motion, she yanks her shirt over all of that fiery red hair, revealing a black bra and panty set. She’s wearing lace, and I want to believe she put it on for me.
And I want to see more. God, I want to see so much more.
“Lose the lace. I want nothing between my eyes and your body.”
Her hands tremble as she brings them to the front clasp of her bra. Parting the cups, she lets the straps slide down her arms, exposing the sexiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. They’re not too small, not too big. They’re perfect; perky, round, and creamy, with rosy pink nipples forming two buds I can’t wait to get my mouth on.
“Your panties,” I rasp out.
Her shy gaze falters as she pushes her panties down her thighs and steps out of them.
Naked. Sadie is completely fucking naked in front of me. The moment is too surreal.
I gesture to my bed. “Lie back and spread your legs.”
“Spread my legs?” She sounds incredulous, which is kind of cute.
“Uh-huh.” A gentle shove sends her onto my bed. “I want to see you.”
“W-why?”
God, does she have no idea how gorgeous she is? “You saw me last night, did you not?”
Her cheeks turn pink as she lowers her gaze to the front of my pants, and I know she’s remembering. She didn’t just see me—she also tasted me.
I wish I could return the favor, but that’s not happening. Not yet. Every move I make with her has to be careful and thought-out.
“Now, Sawyer. Spread your legs.”
She appears stricken by what I’m asking of her, but she follows my directions anyway. Hell, I can hardly believe I’m letting this side of me out in front of her—the take charge side that few women see, unless they’re naked in my bed.
Sadie’s trembling as she scoots back on the mattress by a few inches. Legs bent at the knees, she parts her thighs before my hungry eyes, and my breath hitches.
She’s already wet.
I fist my hands, clamoring for composure at the sight of her glistening pussy. I can’t fuck this up.
Not with Sadie.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, almost reverently as she locks her jade eyes on mine. We stare at each other for what seems like forever, and I think we both recognize this moment for what it is.
A journey down a rocky path we can’t come back from.
“Rub yourself.”
She visibly swallows, her gaze taking in my towering form standing between her splayed thighs. I clasp my hands at my back and wait her out, knowing this isn’t easy for her. She’s inhibited, unsure of herself, and I want her to see just how much watching her can affect a man.
How much it affects me.
“Ashton…” Her right hand forms a fist at her side.
“I can smell your sweet scent from here. You’re aroused and wet as hell. Touch yourself, Sadie.”
Inch by inch, she moves her hand toward her pussy, eyes drifting shut the instant her fingers slide home. But I’m not about to let her retreat into herself. Shedding my own shirt, I toss it across the room then lean over the bed, fitting my torso between her legs. I prop myself up with a hand on either side of her head.
Her eyes fly open.
“I want to watch you come.”
“I-I don’t…I don’t know if I can in front—”
Dipping my head, I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she cuts off her protest with a gasp.
“Jesus!”
“Jesus isn’t here right now, sweetheart. It’s just you and me.” I kiss a path across her heaving chest to her other nipple and gently capture it between my teeth. She’s moaning, writhing underneath me, and I know she’s finally getting out of her own head, losing herself to impending orgasmic bliss. Glancing down between our bodies, I watch her fingers move fast over her clit.
My jeans are becoming too tight, and the need to unzip is overwhelming, but I don’t dare move. One glance at her face has me transfixed. She’s straining her neck, chin tilting toward the ceiling, and though her eyes are closed, it doesn’t bother me this time because I know she’s lost to the touch of her hand.
To the heat of my body hovering over her.
To my mouth on her feverish skin.
She is one-hundred percent here in the moment with me. I drag my tongue over her nipple then blow on it, loving the way it puckers. Loving the way she moans my name.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“I’m gonna come.” Sweat breaks out on her skin, and she’s rolling her head back and forth as she chants oh God over and over again.
“You’re close,” I whisper, brushing my mouth over her collarbone. Barely grazing her skin, I make my way up the smooth column of her neck until I find her ear. “The pressure’s building, making you wetter.”
“Ashton.” The way she cries my name—with a breathless whimper that pleads for mercy—spears straight through me, slicing me in two.
“So fucking sexy. Surrender to it, Sadie.”
She cries out as a shudder rips through her body. Spine arching, her limbs held hostage by the waves of pleasure wrapping her in ecstasy, she comes undone before my eyes. An endless amount of seconds go by before she descends from the high. Her gorgeous green eyes flutter open and meet mine.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with the truth in those words. My breaths are as ragged as hers. Before she has the chance to retreat into shyness again, I shove off the mattress and haul her to her feet. My fingers find their way into her wild locks, and I’m tempted to break the no-kissing rule. But the desire in her eyes pulls me under the haze of her allure, and I drop my hands to her shoulders, needing to feel her mouth on me again too damn much.
“On your knees,” I rasp out.
Her eyes are huge and round as she sinks to the floor. I gather her thick mane in my hands and hold it back from her face. “Unzip me.”
Licking her lips, she brings her fingers to the front of my pants and frees my erection. I fist her hair, fighting the urge to bring her closer. It takes everything I have not to push inside her mouth and take control.
“God, Sadie. You’ve got me so fucking worked up.” I loosen my fingers, and some of her hair slips through the cracks. “But as much as it’s killing me, we’re doing this at your speed.”
Her gaze veers to my face, full of trust. “Can I touch you?”
“Hell, yes.”
Her dainty, hesitant fingers curl around the base of my cock, and my eyes almost roll back at the softness of her warm touch. The sweetness of it. Watching her hand glide up and down my shaft is enough to hypnotize me. I’m so far gone that I don’t realize I’m pulling on her hair too hard.
But her wince of pain is short-lived, and she doesn’t seem to mind my harsh grip. Tilting my hips forward, I rub the head of my cock along the seam of her mouth, bathing her soft lips in the pre-cum I’m already leaking all over the place.
I remember all too well how perfect the glove of her mouth felt last night. She opened Pandora’s box the instant she crawled underneath that table. Her tongue darts out to taste me, making me hiss in a breath between clenched teeth. Hot damn, I’ve entertained fantasies of her on her knees for years, have never wanted inside a woman’s mouth as much as I do now, but I hold back, determined not to rush her or scare her away. I’ll wait as long as it takes for her to open her sweet mouth and let me conquer it.
Her jade orbs flick up to my face, and I’m surprised by the bold way she holds my gaze as she parts her lips. Slowly, I push inside and sheath my cock in the perfection of her hot, wet mouth.
Blessed hell.
Her lips close around my shaft, and her tongue swirls the head. She sucks me in like I’m a damn lollipop. I find her inexperience intoxicating, her flushed cheeks endearing, her need to please addictive.
Moving my hand to the back of her head, I urge her forward until she allows me to thrust a little deeper. “That’s it. So fucking good.” I cover her hand with my own and show her how to stroke me while she sucks.
The instant her eyes drift shut, I know she’s getting into it. And I’m lost, moving my hips in a steady tempo, plundering her willing mouth, moving toward the back of her throat with a sense of patience I rarely possess.
But this is Sadie.
My Sadie.
And she’s worth it.
“I’m going deeper. You might gag, but just focus on breathing through your nose, okay?”
Our eyes lock, and as she moans her consent around my cock, shooting vibrations of pleasure straight to my balls, the heat in her stare is my undoing. My patience snaps, and I thrust between her tonsils until she’s gagging.
“Fuck,” I groan, fighting for air. Fighting for control. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
She whimpers around my shaft, maybe even whines a little, but one glance at her face tells me she’s empowered by this. Her jade eyes are wide, unwavering, darkening with desire.
“You’re so beautiful.” And I’m so close. As much as I want to come down her throat, I don’t think she’s ready for that. Fisting her hair until my nails bite into my palm, I moan, and she responds with one of her own.
I’m a goner.
She drags the orgasm from me before I’m ready, and I barely pull out in time to come all over her tits.