Page 36 of All Right No
Yeah, better.
“Naked’s good.”
That was something they did agree on. Not that he wasn’t still as confused as hell over what was going on here.
All right, so while his brain was still trying to climb on board with what was going on, other parts of his anatomy weren’t having nearly so much problem. One bit in particular was more than a little keen to nod its agreement to anything she said. Actually, maybe that accounted for his lack of reasoning power. His vital blood supply had been diverted. Also, his cock didn’t much care about the whys and wherefores of this current craziness. It just liked her bossy, mean and fiendish.
God help him if the fact that he liked being taken and had ever got out. He’d get mobbed. Or worse. An image of being squashed under a pile of marauding groupies flashed through his mind.
Scary.
And not in a good way, like say, Ginny binding his ankles as well as his wrists.
“Comfortable?” she asked, having secured the final knot.
“Not really.” He was way too exposed, spread for her pleasure like this, especially after she’d deprived him of the towel he’d had snagged around his waist. Of course, his dirty demoness shrugged like that didn’t matter. “Why are you doing this? Are you gonna torture me?”
“I could.” She snaked her hands over his body, leaving his skin tingling and hypersensitive. “You probably deserve some comeuppance for your behaviour, and all the crazy nonsense you keep coming out with, but I’m not cruel enough to walk away and leave you like this, or call Rock Giant and see if he wants to laugh his arse off over the sight of you all trussed up, and take a few candid snaps to slap up on Instagram.”
Yeah, those things weren’t the sort of torture he had in mind. He was thinking slow, seductive torture, the sort that would have him begging for mercy and seeing stars. The sort that would temporarily allow him to forget how screwed up every other aspect of his life was at the minute.
Ginny walked her fingers down his abs towards his loins, but only circled the area, avoiding the sort of contact his cock was begging for.
“Please,” he mouthed. Somehow, she heard him.
“Please what? Are you going to tell me how I need to wrap my lips around him again? I’ve other plans.” She smoothed her hands down his thighs, then drew them back up again. Then she lowered her head and blew across his skin, sending a tremble through his restrained limbs. She purred in appreciation when he wriggled. “Set yourself still.” She slapped her palm against his abs. “Don’t imagine I don’t know what you want. I know everything. I’m going to touch everything.” She demonstrated with a few grazing touches to sensitive places he hadn’t realised he possessed. “There’s not a single part of you that I’m not going to know by the end of this. I’m going to rub a whole lot of me, against a whole lot of you. I think oil may well be involved, so you’re all slick and slippery.”
Oil? He hadn’t seen her pick it up. Didn’t even know she possessed such a thing, but there it was in her hands. “Hm, now where shall I start? Best bits first, or save them for last?”
The scent of black cherries settled over him as she warmed the liquid in her hands, but she didn’t dribble it over him, or rub it into his skin as he’d expected. No, she rubbed it all over her breasts, until her skin was shiny with it, and her nipples had grown all steepled and jutted towards him as if they couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t yet worshipping them. “Now for the rubbing part.”
The woman was torment incarnate. Anywhere and everywhere, she used her tits to massage the sides of his knees, one of his shins, hips, abs, chest. He came close to capturing one nipple in his mouth, before she reared back on her haunches just as his mouth was ready to claim the prize. “Sorry, I almost forgot, you’re not really a boob man.”
Actually, he was just fine with having hers waggling about before him. More than fine. He liked that she was all delicate and perky. However, Ginny was on the move. She flipped herself around so that she was facing his feet, then shuffled back until her bottom was mooning him at a distance of no more than an inch.
“You’re more of a legs and arse man, correct?”
Maybe. He certainly didn’t object to seeing her derriere shaking about at close quarters, especially not when it meant there were certain other bits shaking into view too. Her pussy lips rubbed over his mouth and chin, intoxicating him with the scent and taste of her. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why they hadn’t been spending more time in bed and doing this over the last few weeks, instead of whatever it was they had been doing, and right now, he sure as hell couldn’t remember what that was.
“You’re not tongue tied, Ash.”
No, just drowning in possibilities.
Ash pushed out his tongue, but she’d moved again before he’d claimed more than a taste in order to torment him with kisses that circled around the position of his cock but never quite landed upon it.
Did she want him to beg? Sure, he’d do it. “Ginny, please. You give the best damn head.”
“Is that so?” She continued to circle. “I seem to recall not so long ago I was only ranked third in your estimation.”
He would never have said that if he’d had any inkling their relationship would last beyond a single night.
“That was only an initial assessment before I’d had a chance to conduct a thorough comparison.”
“I see, so I’m better than Xane? Is that what you’re saying?” Her tongue flicked across the most sensitive bit of his cock. “Don’t even try to deny he’s your number one.”
Ash didn’t say anything. The less said about that supposition the better. His silence earned him another thirty or so seconds of torture that had his toes curling and his back arching off the bed.
“Just tell me what I have to do in order to get laid. Okay? I’m not good at puzzles.”
