Page 59 of All That Glitters
“I want you,” I yelled into the wind. I wondered which way it would carry.
It didn’t really matter, either way. Not at the moment. Not when I would say anything so he’d let me in.
Later, though. Later I would care. Later I would worry that someone would find out about us, about what we were doing. But not right now. Not with my teeth beginning to chatter and my knees knocking and my body shivering uncontrollably.
“Are you wet, Helen?”
“I…”
“Come here and let me see if you are.”
I glanced down at my clothes and purse, making a slight move to grab them up, but thought better of it. Instead, I walked toward him as quickly as I could. My bra and panties might blow away, but my purse and sweater and jeans and boots would stay where they were.
Up on the porch, I inched as close to Ashton as I could, until I could feel the heat coming off his body, until I could smell the scent that was only and ever him.
He reached between my thighs and the contrast of his heat against my freezing skin was night and day, was winter into summer without the easing of spring between.
And yes, I was wet. His fingers slid against my clit, against my slit, through the wetness inside me. He held me impaled on his finger, cupping me with his palm and my body began to heat from the inside out. My nipples ached for reasons other than cold. My legs and arms and belly trembled for reasons other than cold, too.
My heart beat fast, my breath came in short gasps…
And he watched me.
He watched my eyes, my mouth. His gaze traveling between one and the other. The longer he fondled me and watched my facial expressions, the more turned on I became, the wetter. My hips moved, seeking his hand every time he pulled back just a little. He didn’t go far and he didn’t intend to. I knew that by watching him. He intended to keep fingering me on the front porch. Would he let me come? I didn’t really care in the moment. I just didn’t want him to stop what he was doing between my legs. I didn’t want the wicked sensations to ever end.
Even if Hale drove up right then I wouldn’t want it to stop, that’s how damn good it felt.
I’d wanted Ashton for so long and he was giving me what I wanted. What I’d wanted since we were teenagers.
He didn’t know my true feelings for him, but he knew how he affected me. He knew how much I wanted him and now he knew how much I wanted this, how much I was willing to do to get it.
“How long until you come?”
“I… I don’t… I don’t know.”
“Maybe I should ask how long you can hold off. Can I do this for another five minutes? Ten? Or if I start playing with that clit of yours will you come immediately?”
“I…” He moved his thumb to tease me with light circles and my hips bucked closer, bucked more obscenely.
“What if I suck your nipples? Will you come, then?”
“Ash…”
“Let’s try it.” He leaned down, his mouth hovered over one nipple, blew warm breath against it, flicked his tongue against it, bit it with his teeth and tugged it into his mouth. The sensations fell down through my belly and directly into my clit.
Both throbbed.
Both ached.
Both wanted something, wanted more…
I started to lift my hands, to grab hold of him to keep myself from falling, but he shook his head against my breast. My arms dropped back to my sides.
Dragging his teeth across my skin, he let my nipple go. It felt as though it might freeze.
I didn’t care. His hand was still between my legs, still fucking me with his finger, still teasing my clit with his thumb.
“What would you do if we had an audience, Helen?” he whispered against my ear before biting the lobe, tugging on the earring pierced through it. He tugged so hard I was afraid he would rip it out.
