Page 81 of Wicked Temptations
“Look at me.” His hand cupped my jaw, forcing my head back up. “I want to see you.”
I met his eyes. They were dark and intense and focused entirely on me. It was different like this. Face-to-face, kissing, watching each other. All the times before had been frantic and desperate and in dark corners, faces pressed to walls so we didn’t have to acknowledge what we were doing.
This was something else entirely.
“You’re mine.” He punctuated the words with a particularly brutal thrust that made my vision white out for a second. “Say it.”
“Yours.” The word came out broken. I was done denying it, done with trying to pretend that I did want to try whatever this was. “Fuck, Ash, I’m yours.”
He groaned and kissed me again, swallowing whatever other sounds I might have made. His rhythm turned punishing, each thrust driving me further into the mattress. The bed frame creaked in protest, but neither of us cared.
My cock was trapped between us, rubbing against his stomach with each movement. The friction was almost too much. I was already close, wound tight and ready to snap, and the needy little sounds escaping my throat clearly tipped Ash off.
“Not yet.” Ash’s hand pushed between our bodies, wrapping around the base of my cock and squeezing just hard enough to keep me from going over the edge. “Not until I say.”
“Bastard.”
“Yeah.” He grinned against my mouth. “Payback’s a bitch, and you know it.”
I did. God help me, I really fucking did.
He changed angles slightly and hit that place inside me that made my back arch off the bed. I cried out, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his sweat-slick shoulders.
“There it is.” Ash sounded so pleased with himself as he did it again. And again. Andagain.Each thrust aimed exactly where I needed it. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I was begging now, and I didn’t even care. “Please, Ash, please.”
“Such a good boy when you want to be.” His hand left my cock, gripped my hip instead, holding me steady as he fucked into me with renewed intensity. I knew I was done for.
The next thrust punched the air from my lungs. Then another. And another. Each one harder than the last, driving deeper until I couldn’t tell where he ended, and I began. My good leg trembled where it rested on his shoulder. The boot on my other ankle bounced with the force of his movements, and he had to rearrange me, draping my right leg over his forearm instead.
I didn’t care.
“Look at you.” Ash’s voice came out rough, wrecked. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripped down his temple. “Taking it so well.”
I watched his muscles flex with each thrust. Watched the way his abs contracted, the way his biceps bulged where he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. He was gorgeous like this. Completely undone and still somehow in control.
Why the fuck had we waited so long to do it like this?
All those times in storage closets and back seats and against walls. Never face-to-face. Never where I could see him properly, watch him fall apart because of me.
My hand moved toward my cock. I needed to touch myself, needed some kind of relief.
Ash smacked it away.
“No!” His hips slammed forward for emphasis. “You don’t touch.”
“Ash.” It came out as a whine. I’d beg properly if he wanted. Pride had left the building about ten minutes ago. “Please.”
“No.” He leaned down, folding me nearly in half again. The new angle made me see stars. “You come when I say. Not before.”
His mouth crashed against mine again. Hungry and demanding and stealing whatever breath I had left. He kissed me like he was trying to consume me whole, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth while his cock drove into me with unrelenting force.
He groaned into my mouth, and it was the hottest sound I’d ever heard.
The kiss went on forever and not nearly long enough. When he finally pulled back, I gasped for air, head spinning.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “All desperate and needy. Just for me.”
