Chapter Twenty-Five
Ashley
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but when it did, I simply couldn’t stop it. Perhaps it was the emotion of remembering my mother’s death or the trauma of finding out how truly terrible my father could really be, but by the time I had started kissing him, I no longer cared.
All I wanted, when I looked up and realized that I was staring into his eyes, was to feel the same amount of passion coursing through my veins as the fury I still held deep within my heart.
Bringing up all of those emotions had made me angry and I wasn’t about to stop thinking about that anger, but I could redirect it into something that was at least more enjoyable. And so, I had willed myself to let go and just enjoy the moment. For once, Tyler wasn’t being an asshole and that made him all the more attractive to me.
With his big, strong arms surrounding me, I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of excitement, even as upset as I had become. There was a need growing in me, probably since the first time we had kissed and now, in my weakened state, I didn’t care about anything but releasing the sexual pressure that had built up between us throughout the entirety of the last two months.
I grasped at his body as we continued to kiss and I felt his hand move up to my breast. I groaned behind his lips as he closed his palm around it, but his other hand stayed securely behind my head, so that any sound I made was absorbed by his mouth.
I knew right away that Tyler was the type to take control and I was all right with that. I wanted him to take me, partially because if I did have any regrets in the morning, I could rationalize it in my own head; he gave me no choice. I had fallen for his spell; whatever it took to get the guilt to subside, but right now, the only thing that I was feeling was the pursuit of long awaited sexual satisfaction.
So, as he began to massage my breast, which caused my whole body to begin to tingle with excitement, I reached down and grabbed ahold of his manhood, carefully playing with it through his jeans.
It was then that I heard him groan before he forcefully pushed me away. When I looked back at him with confusion, he wasted no time pulling my shirt up over my head and roughly throwing my bra aside to reveal my bosom in all its glory.
His hands moved towards them again and began to play with my breasts in a tantalizing fashion, while I slipped my hands under his shirt. Immediately, I could feel the coiling muscles and washboard abs that he worked so diligently to maintain, which made the heat of the moment expand into something even more erotic.
While my fingers made their way up his stomach and chest, I tried to focus on the glorious sensation he was providing my now stimulated breasts, but that didn’t work. I felt as though his hands were performing magic on my body as he molded it to his every whim.
He pulled my body toward him again and crashed his lips against my ripe, trembling mouth. Dominantly, his tongue plunged deeply, which continued to mute the sound of my pleasured moans.
I soon began to feel my body pulse toward him, wanting him and needing him with just as much conviction as my mind had to change my pain into passion.
He then removed his hands, which left my perky, sensitive breasts wanting far more as he grasped his shirt out of my hands and pulled it the rest of the way off of his head. He removed his pants and I did the same, so that when we met again, our bodies were completely vulnerable to the flesh against flesh sensation that we both so obviously desired.
We continued to entangle ourselves within one another for a long moment as the sizzling tension between us was finally able to escalate to new heights, and I imagined what it would feel like when he finally plunged his large, virile arousal into my tempted and moist beyond.
The thought of it made my stomach churn excitedly with anticipation.
However, with a small, fleeting thought, a sense of panic suddenly washed over me as I thought I had heard something. The sense of bliss lessened enough now that I was able to push him back before I glanced at the door. “Wait.”
He glanced to the door again and then glowered back at me for a moment, before he answered, “No. Not this time.” He quickly pulled me toward him and pressed my breasts against his chest before he kissed me with such a sense of seduction that I felt my breath escape me. I resisted slightly at first, but he held me securely before he pulled his lips away from my mouth and redirected them next to my ear before he whispered, “Don’t worry Ashley, you can scream as loud as you want. I am sure that absolutely no one will hear you.”
Then, with a slight tug, I felt his fingers grasp my nipple and pull it down in a fashion that caused my body to convulse excitedly and, as though to prove a point, a small scream, as well as a gasp to escape my lips.
When I was finished, I laughed before running my hand down between us and once again grabbing his throbbing member. No one had ever spoken to me like that. Most of the men that I had been with were too nervous to take control in such an obvious fashion, but now that I knew where he stood, I had to say that I had never been so intrigued.
As I curved my hands around his manhood, touching it with an intense amount of intimacy, I realized that my arousal had not only returned, but it had completely shut out my fear of anyone seeing us. So I pressed myself against him and readied myself for what I hoped to be the ride of my life.