Page 45 of All Right No
Ginny padded over to the chest of drawers and got out a pair of stockings. “Put these on me.”
Ash looked at them and frowned. “Why them? Why not the ones you took off?” He retrieved the discarded pair of fishnets from the floor.
“Because, they’re harder to put on due to the holes. You should start with something easier and work up to the fishnets.”
“I prefer these.”
“The seamed ones are sexy too.”
Ash gave his head an emphatic shake. “They’re not even vaguely in the same league. Seamed stockings are like, ‘I’m a bit kinky when I’m not at work, and I either like to have my arse smacked or I’m into whipping your cock with a flogger,’ whereas fishnets—” He stretched them across his face, sighed and shivered. “—they’re like ‘I’m going to wild hump you until you’re floating on the moon, and I’m gonna stick my tongue in all the places you love feeling it, but shouldn’t like it going, and I’m going to talk dirty to you the whole time we’re doing it.’ Seams are all prim and proper. Fishnets are dirty. In fact, they’re the ultimate in sleazy fun. Therefore, they win. They always win.”
Ginny knelt on the floor before him, so that they were on the same eye level. “Ashley Gore, is it me you love, or just my fishnets?”
Bugger actually made like he was considering for a minute. “You in the fishnets. They’re not nearly as exciting when they’re not encasing a pair of nice legs.” He fluttered his long eyelashes at her. “Though, I do remember you offered me aPopasockalooonce with them, if you recall.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure how well that would work.” She grimaced, with her teeth pressed together. “You have a long memory. That was what, the night we met?”
Ash got a whimsical look in his eyes. “When it comes to my faves, I have an infinite memory.” He took hold of her hand and pressed it to his fly. He groaned when she pinched, and again when she pulled away. “So,” he said huffily. “You recommend sticking to using your panties to polish it?”
Ginny sucked on her lower lip, suppressing her urge to laugh. She’d probably upset him again if she gave in, and he was acting like the old Ash right now, the dorky, crazy hot boy next door rock god she’d fallen for.
Also, the thought of him with his jeans around his ankles stroking his cock with a pair of her silky knickers got her hot around the collar. She’d always liked watching men come. Watching him come as a result of something he was doing with her stolen underwear would be a definite treat. “Do you actually do that? Steal my underwear and jerk off holding it?”
Ash raised the stockings again, so that they covered his eyes and peeped at her through the weave. “Don’t you just love these things and how they have all these handy holes in them that you can use to hold on?”
“Ooh, evasion!” She dragged the nylons down so that she could properly see his face. “Is there a confession you need to make?”
He angled his head slightly, so that his gaze was cast down towards the floor. A streak of pink coloured the ridges of his cheekbones.
“Ash?”
He jerked his chin up, all sense of humour gone from his expression. “Your knickers are unadulterated. I’m shit at wanking left-handed, okay.”
Fuck, he was tetchy. She dropped what she hoped was an apologetic kiss onto his sad pout. “Shall we set aside a nice pair so that I can rub you off with them later?”
His gaze softened. Suddenly, his arms were around her, and his hands pushing into her hair. “Ginny, Ginny, Ginny… God, I swear you were sent to torment me.”
“Which ones are your favourites? The rose-coloured ones, the purple satin shorts with the black lacy bits, my teeny tiny pink thong?”
“What pink thong?”
“I think it’s the frilly French knickers that really get you going. Well, those and the ones I currently have on. You know, you do seem to have a thing about stuff with holes in it.” She opened her legs and drew her thumb down over the front of her panties to where a slit opened right over her slit.
Ash puffed a breath out hard. “Okay, no more tease. I can’t take the tease. Life’s torment enough already.”
“Not even a weeny teeny bit of a tease?” She climbed into his lap and drove her pussy up against the swell tenting his fly.
Ash groaned from the depths of his belly.
“These last weeks have killed me.”
“Me too,” she admitted. “Did you think when I warned you off the day you were released that—”
He nodded. “I thought maybe you didn’t want me anymore.”
“Dope. I just thought it would have been selfish of me to ignore medical advice and put your health at risk so soon into your recovery. You were pretty fragile still, and you’d totally over done it that day.”
“Yeah, well depriving me of nookie turns me into—”
