Page 109 of In Your Wildest Dreams
“Fuck me.” His hands slide into my hair and he rocks his hips slowly.
Tears prick my eyes as he hits the back of my throat. He’s being gentle, but he’s just so big.
He pulls out and motions for me to stand. “Come here.”
“I wanted to return the favor,” I tell him.
“Getting you off isn’t a favor. It’s a gift. Lie down, beautiful.” One arm circles my waist and he places me on the edge of the bed.
Ash kisses me, pushing me onto my back as he covers my body with his. I missed him. Missed this. Missed being here.
Despite the number of orgasms he’s already gotten out of me tonight, I’m panting and writhing beneath him quickly.
“One sec,” he says, reaching toward the nightstand for what I assume is a condom or lube or something, but Ash reaches under the bed and pulls out something I haven’t seen before. The metal bar is about a foot long with cuffs on either end.
“Trust me?” he asks.
“In theory.”
He chuckles, places a kiss to my lips, and then moves down my body. Carefully, he puts a cuff around one ankle, then does the same to the other. I can’t close my legs and the bar is sturdy enough that Ash uses it to pull me closer to the edge of the mattress.
He lifts the bar, and my legs, off the bed and then somehow extends the bar so my legs are pushed farther apart. I let out a little gasp that makes him chuckle again.
I’m spread out for him. Vulnerable in a way I couldn’t have imagined letting anyone but him make me feel. I’m safe with Ash. I know he doesn’t realize how much that means, but it’s something I’ll be forever grateful to him for giving back to me.
“You take my breath away, Bridge,” he says, voice husky as he stares down at me.
Ash lowers the bar and climbs onto the bed. His nose grazes the inside of my calf, and he kisses my knee as he moves higher. His touch makes goosebumps rise on my skin. On instinct, I try to clench my thighs, only to be met with the resistance of the bar. The sensation is overwhelming.
My core throbs with anticipation. His long fingers splay out over my leg and drag upward so slowly that I moan in frustration.
“Ash.” His name comes out breathy. “I need you.”
“You have me.” He kisses my stomach and then lower, flicking his tongue over my clit.
My hips jump.
“I need your dick,” I clarify in a bossy tone.
I get another laugh out of him, but his eyes darken as he leans back and scans my body. “Fuck. Okay. I can’t wait either.”
He lines up the head of his cock at my entrance. I’m already so wet that the thick crown slides in easily. He pushes in gently, groaning as if the restraint to not go faster is physically painful.
I’m helpless to do anything and safe to feel everything.
My mind is on a loop, playing out the last few weeks—all the fun and sexy times we’ve had—as Ash pounds into me at a steady and torturous pace.
The orgasm I was sure wasn’t possible forces my back off the bed. Ash follows me over the edge seconds later.
We lie together in a sweaty heap, catching our breath for a moment before he undoes the cuffs on the spreader bar. He gives each ankle a kiss as he goes, then tosses the bar on the ground beside the bed.
He falls onto the bed next to me and I curl up to face him. Boneless and tired but satiated in a way I’ve never been before.
“I want you to be mine, Bridge,” he says quietly as the pad of his thumb drags over my bottom lip. “I know we said this was casual and there are reasons that we can’t be together right now, but I don’t want anyone else but you and I’m hoping you feel the same way. We can deal with whatever happens together.”
My heart beats so loudly I’m certain he can hear it. The people next door can probably hear it.
By ‘whatever happens’ he means Gabe. I don’t know for sure what my ex would do if he knew we were together, but I don’t want to find out and risk Ash getting dragged into it.
