Page 19 of Ashes to Ashes

Chapter Eight

Rae

The seatbelt duginto my shoulder, as I pulled away from Ash’s questing mouth and searched for the latch that would allow me to climb over him to ease the unwavering ache in my core. I pressed the button and when nothing happened, I pressed harder … and then harder again. Why wouldn’t the goddamn thing just work already? “Motherfucking piece of American engineering! Let goofme!”

I was well on my way to ripping the metal clasp out of that piece of black plastic when Ash started laughing.

“Shut up, this isn’t funny. I haven’t had sex in almost two years!” I cried, my desperation making me admit things I wasn’t proud of. Normally, I would have been embarrassed, but I had needs that needed seeing to, and I didn’t care if Ash knew he was the first man I’d wanted to fuck since getting sober.

Reaching over, he pressed down on the buckle—the one next to the one I’d been trying to wrestle into submission. “As much as I love it that you’re willing to tear apart this fine piece of American engineering in an effort to have my cock inside of you, maybe you should go a bit easy on the destruction. That’s my job.” When the buckle clicked and the nylon went slack, Ash placed an open-mouthed kiss against my neck and hauled me into his lap. “Now, what was that you were saying about your needy, aching cunt?” His teeth sank into my flesh.

I moaned at feel of his mouth clamped tight around my skin, and the small shockwaves that traveled straight to my pussy at his small show of dominance. If something that simple caused a four-point-oh on my sexual Richter Scale, I couldn’t imagine how hard my world would rock and roll once Ash finally sank his monster cock intome.

“I need you,” I groaned against his lips as I took his mouth in another fierykiss.

How have I gone so long without this?I asked myself as he nipped at my bottom lip. No wonder I’d been such a snarky bitch lately.

Wanting more of him, I hiked up my skirt and straddled his thick, muscular thighs. I hadn’t remembered how wide and solid he felt beneath me. What I did suddenly recall was Ash looming over me, my wrists clasped above my head, while his cock hit my g-spot and I thrashed beneath him, chasing my orgasm.

“Oh my god,” I breathed out, rolling my hips over his straining erection. I had loved Ford to distraction, but I’d never needed him as badly as I needed Ash at this very moment. “Please, fuck me,” I begged, reaching between us to try and undo hisbelt.

Ash locked my fingers against his belt. “No, Rae. Nothere.”

“But you promised,” I whined and dropped my head to his shoulder.

Ash laughed. “No, I don’t believe Idid.”

I sat up and swatted as his shoulder. “You did too!” I cried like a petulant child. “You said, and I quote, ‘Now what was that about an achingcunt?’”

“Oh baby,” he chuckled, capturing my mouth in a quick kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes danced with mirth. “Listen to the words you just used. I never said a thing about giving you mycock.”

“But—” I wailed as I tried to cup his massive erection in my tiny hand “—I wantit.”

“Sorry my angry little VerucaSalt.”

I pulled back in surprise. “What did you just callme?”

“VerucaSalt.”

My mouth split into a wide, happy grin. “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory—the original one with Gene Wilder, not that freaky remake with Johnny Depp—is my absolute favorite movie of alltime.”

“And you’re the sweetest fucking candy I’ve ever tasted,” he answered as he licked his way up my throat and over my pounding pulse, “but I’m not going to fuck you. We have plenty of time for that later.”

I collapsed against his chest, defeated. “God damn you Ash. You fucking tease. Why’d you have to get me all worked up only to leave me hanging? Didn’t you hear me when I said I hadn’t had sex in two years?”

“Oh, I heard you babycakes,” he growled, pushing me away from his sculpted pecs so he could look me in the eye. After a brief, teasing moment, his mouth hitched up to the side and a confident smirk stretched his lips. “I said we weren’t going to fuck. I never said anything about not taking care ofyou.”

And just like that his hand snaked up my bare leg to find my panties soaked with desire. “So fucking wet,” he murmured, petting my pussy. After a few more strokes where I silently begged for more with thrusting hips, he ripped the material from me, easily shredding the silk, and pushed one long finger inside ofme.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned as I rode out the wave of ecstasy that followed. “More,” I begged, already on the verge of orgasm, as I rolled against hispalm.

He snickered and slipped his finger from mycore.

“No!” I cried. “Put itback.”

Instead of giving me what I begged for, he went back to petting me. Teasing me. As if we had all the time in the world; as if I wasn’t a writhing mass of need who might combust any second if he didn’t make mecome.

“I’m not used to being told what to do,” he pronounced, his words a perfect melody to the movement of his hand. “I know you remember that night, Rae. I can see it in your eyes every time you look atme.”

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