Page 69 of The Jilted Lovers Club
His finger finds my entrance, then another finger. All while his mouth clamps over my clit and he sucks in and out with featherlike touches. I dig my heels into the bed as he adds one more finger, his mouth increasing its suction as I feel my clit pulse and engorge.
The orgasm starts slow, tingling over my head, cascading over my body, making me lose my goddamn mind as he refuses to let go. The whole room vanishes as I lose all my senses. All I know is his mouth on my cunt and his body holding me in place, all while I unravel completely.
When I can’t take any more, he lifts off me, going for his dresser drawer. I’m spent, but not so much that I don’t crave his cock. I need his hardness between my legs, need to feel him drive into me. No mercy.
“Are you ready for this?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as he lines himself up. “Because I don’t have it in me to be gentle.”
I tug at his back, pulling him toward me in response. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, sliding over my juices as if to tease me.
And just when I’m about to protest, he pushes all the way in, filling me as I gasp. I feel every inch of him, the way he hits my inner walls, how he throbs with each breath he takes.
Ashton clutches my body to his, wrapping himself around me so that I’m immobile. It’s a new kind of sensation, one that makes everything about this that much more intense. I wind my legs around him, clamping my knees shut against his ribs until he groans.
“Fuck, baby. I’m not going to keep this up with you squeezing me that way.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, but unwilling to loosen my grip. It’s like we’re knotted together, connected beyond our limbs. If I could hold on to him forever, I would.
Forever.
Just for a second, intrusive thoughts threaten to steal my joy, rob me of this moment. I bat them away immediately, squeezing my eyes shut. But not before the tears escape, grabbing hold of my lashes.
Ashton tenses on top of me, his face buried in my neck as I will myself to stay with this. When he comes, my own orgasm joins his. We breathe into each other for a moment, and when he looks down at me, I swipe at my eyes quickly then smile. His expression softens, and he pulls me into him. We say nothing about what we just did. How we’re running out of time. I’m not even sure what he’s feeling.
All I know is that lying in his arms as his breathing slows, I’ll probably miss this moment most of all. Not just his touch. Not even the way he makes me come undone. But the silence after, the way we fit in it.
The way it feels like maybe, for just one second, I belong to him … and he belongs to me.
A Corporate Town
Jordy
Two more days.
The thought drifts in as I wake to the warmth of Ashton’s body pressed against mine. Today and part of tomorrow. That’s all I have left before Alexander flies in. Then I’ll be tied up with whatever he needs me to do until I board the plane on Sunday to head back home.
But how can New York be home to me anymore? I’ve changed too much in the time I’ve been here. Do I even fit there anymore?
I open my eyes and catch Ashton watching me. Just like he always does when he wakes up first. Despite myself, I can’t help the giddiness in the pit of my belly, or the smile on my face.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask.
“Not long,” he says. He wraps an arm between my legs and the other under me, and in one swift motion, scoots me closer to him. I squeal at the strength of him, my body already responding. Every part of me fits within his embrace, molding against his firm torso. “Long enough to see you overthink everything that just happened before you opened your eyes.”
I laugh. “Am I that transparent?”
“If you ruminated much longer, you’d probably be packed and halfway to the airport by now.”
I lean forward and kiss his nose, and then his mouth. “No way. I’d at least wait long enough for one of your famous omelets.”
I have this intense urge to wrap myself around him. I look into his eyes, and his gaze is warm—soft—like someone I could fall into and never recover.
And it scares me to death.
What if I feel more than he does? A memory flashes in my mind of the moment my ex told me he was seeing someone else, before I knew thatsomeone elsewas my cousin. I didn’t see it coming. I’d been planning our wedding, and Brayden had been off fucking Nina.
I can’t fall for Ashton. Even if he feels the same way, this just doesn’t make sense. If I don’t pull the reins now, we’ll be facing a messy goodbye full of heartache and broken promises.
“I can’t begin to thank you for these past few weeks,” I say, leaning up to playfully bite his lip. “You’ve definitely been thehighlight of this trip. Honestly, you might be the part I’ll miss most.”
