Page 60 of All That Glitters
“Would you want me to stop? If I told you someone was watching from the drive, would you try to pull away? Would you try to get around me to hide?” My body tensed with each inquiry, and his hold between my legs tightened, a second finger entering me. I groaned and thrust my hips forward, seeking more. “Apparently not.” He chuckled low and deep. “Such a dirty girl, Helen. Such a dirty fucking girl.”
He found pleasure in teasing me and I found pleasure in being teased.
“I think I should’ve done this at dinner last night, don’t you? I should’ve made you come between dinner and dessert surrounded by all your friends and your brother, my parents…” I whimpered at the image he painted. “Would you have kept quiet, Helen? Would you have been able to come without making a sound? Would you have been able to keep your composure?” He pressed a kiss to my lips, just a small kiss, just his lips hovering over mine.
“Ash, please…”
“I thought you’d never ask… I thought you’d never say please, Helen.”
“Please…”
“Tell me you’d choose me, Helen.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t finish… Tell me you’d choose me over Hale.”
My eyes widened and I sobered a fraction. “Ashton…”
“Tell me and I’ll let you come.”
“I…”
“Tell me you’d choose me and my needs over Hale, anytime, every time. Tell me…”
I knew why he was pushing me, I knew why he wanted me to say it, I knew it all and I knew how wrong it was, how wrong he was in how he thought about Hale and their friendship. I knew… But when he pressed his thumb hard against my clit, rubbing it back and forth, his mouth against mine, his eyes staring into me…
“Tell. Me.”
“Yes,” I said on a gasp, a broken cry… “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
The orgasm washed over my body, filling me from my toes to my head, leaking out over his hand and fingers, and he captured it all in the kiss he took from me, his tongue sliding against mine, his eyes still staring into me.
He pulled me by my pussy into the cottage and slammed the door behind me, hoisting me up against it. My legs wrapped around him, my hands gripped his shoulders and he freed himself from his jeans just enough to slide up into me.
His fingers wet with my come were shoved inside my mouth and he watched as I sucked them clean, then fucked my mouth with them the same as he was fucking me between my legs.
It was obscene. It was so addictive.
It was a side of me that I didn’t even know I possessed. And maybe that was the thing. Maybe I didn’t possess this side of me. Maybe he did.
I couldn’t imagine this, wanting this with anyone other than Ashton Glitterati.
“Fuckin’ Christ, you’re tight.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth, replacing them with his tongue. He stole every sane thought I had left with that wicked kiss.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t object, couldn’t make out anything beyond us.
He was as encompassing this way as he was on the race track. Everything was always over the top with him. Everything was always pushed beyond its limits, and that now included me.
“I’m going to shove myself so deep down your throat before the day is over. I have to feel your mouth on me.” He stopped moving. “Say you understand.”
“I…” How was I supposed to say anything? How was I supposed to form words and speak them into existence? He throbbed inside me, every inch of me wrapped and wet around every hard inch of him.
“Helen… Say you understand.”
