Page 76 of Off the Rim
Ashton gives me an odd look, his brow furrowing in concentration. He reaches out his hand, and I stand, taking it and allowing him to pull me into his side. I want to be close tohim, but I also want to gauge Mr. James' reaction to the two of us.
Mostly he just stares, stony-faced and eyes distant, like he's not actually seeing us.
"Whatever you believe, Dad, we have the evidence to prove that Mimi and Kenneth Richards falsified your father's will and erased any trace of there being one for his wife. We also have proof of at least some of your political bribery and insider trading, enough to spark a full investigation, I'm sure."
Ashton James II lifts his chin defiantly, straightening himself to his full height. Unfortunately for him, he has nothing on his son's stature and strength. Mr. James started this exchange with the ball in his court, or so he thought. But Ash created his own rules, showed how fucking smart and resilient and brave he is, simply by standing up to his father.
“What is it you want?"
CHAPTER 34
ASHTON
"Don't hate me—” are the first words I can manage once we finally make it back to the hotel. But the words are cut off by a stocky body tackling me against the door and climbing me like a tree to kiss me.
Marcus tears his mouth off mine, panting. "Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I hate you?"
"I don't know. That was… tense. And you didn't talk the whole drive here."
"I thought you might be processing, and I was afraid to say too much in front of the driver or accidentally jump you before we got back to the hotel."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously," he says, putting my hand over his straining bulge. "I am so fucking hard for you right now."
"I know we should probably talk about all this, but?—”
"Talk later. Fuck now."
I don't need any further incentive to shut the fuck up and get naked. We tumble towards the bedroom, stripping out of our clothes piece by piece as we go. Marcus helps me pull the jockstrap down my legs, kissing the red indentions where the straps dug into my skin. He pushes me down on the bed and climbs over me, straddling my hips. Our cocks line up, and he thrusts against me as we make out, rolling back and forth across the bed. His fingers drop behind me to caress up my crack the way I like, teasing my sensitive hole. Except it really is sensitive right now, sore enough that I must wince, because Marcus pulls his hand back. I groan at the loss, even though it hurt. If there's one thing I've learned recently, it's that it only hurts for a short time, then it's fucking nirvana.
Would it be weird if I used that as a metaphor for our relationship?
Relationship. Shit. Are we in a real relationship, or was all of that for my father's benefit? I didn't really think about it, I just rolled with it like I always do. What if Marcus didn't appreciate not having a say in the matter and he?—
"Slow down, Princess. Overthinking is my thing, remember?" Marcus kisses down my chest, stopping to show my nipples some attention, and my body jerks the first time he sucks one into his mouth.
I'm effectively and thoroughly distracted now. The harder he sucks, the more the floodgates open, and I'm fucking desperate for release. Too much has happened today. I'm overwhelmed by it all, and I don't know how to get rid of all this pent-up energy. This frustration and emotions that are too jumbled up for me to make heads or tails of. All that pressure seems to be concentrated in my balls, like if I don't come soon, I'll implode.
"Relax, Princess. Let me take care of you."
Marcus grabs the bottle of lube from the bedside table, and I buzz with anticipation. I crave the fullness of him inside me, stretching me, filling me. Only, he doesn't lube himself up. It's my cock that he coats in the slippery liquid before reaching behind himself.
"What are you doing?"
"Opening myself up so I can ride your cock until you can't think anymore. I want to fuck you so good you go cross-eyed again."
My hand pushes between us, my fingers joining his as he stretches himself. I sink one finger inside, then two, in next to the two he already has in there. I'm trembling with need by the time Marcus declares himself ready and lines himself up. My mouth drops open as my cock is slowly enveloped by Marcus' ass. The muscle squeezes around me so tightly, I'm afraid it's hurting him and equally afraid it's going to squeeze the orgasm out of me way too soon. The head of my cock pops through the first ring of muscle, and I moan as he sinks down my shaft, until Marcus is fully seated on top of me. He breathes slowly, a small smile playing over his lips, eyes closed, face relaxed.
It takes effort to keep myself still, but I hold out as long as I can.
"Okay?" I ask, running my hands up and down his thickly muscled thighs. He nods and leans down to kiss me.
"I could stay here like this forever, just holding you inside me."
"Mmmm, baby, whenever you want. Your ass is… so tight. So perfect. I could live in here, but I need to move."
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I spread my legs so my feet can brace against the bed. Holding Marcus against my chest, Islowly pull out of him, then push back in. Marcus moans into my mouth as I kiss him, exploring his mouth with my tongue while my cock explores his ass, inch by inch. Where I felt hurried and almost frenzied before, I'm content to keep my thrusts slow and smooth, relishing every moment of how fucking good he feels. This time, it's Marcus that gets impatient. He starts pushing back on my cock with each slow thrust, encouraging me to pick up speed until he's rocking against me in a steady rhythm. Bracing his hand on my chest, Marcus uses his strong thighs to lift himself up and down my shaft until he's bouncing on my cock, and my balls tighten, threatening to end this sooner than I'm ready.
