Page 90 of In Your Wildest Dreams
The new angle is bliss. Stars explode behind my eyes and my head falls forward and rests against his shoulder.
“You’re close,” he says.
“I think it’s the alcohol.”
“I think it’s my dick.”
I laugh and the movement makes me clench around him again. We both groan.
Ash starts to move underneath me, raising his hips to push himself deeper and using the arm around my waist to hold me in place.
It only takes a few more pumps before I’m coming apart around him so hard that I see stars. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt but it still somehow doesn’t quell the ache between my legs. He follows a few seconds later, threading his fingers through my hair and sucking hard on my neck as he groans through his release.
We collapse against each other, breathless and panting.
“Damn. That was hot. Your pussy is still clenched so tight, I don’t wanna pull out.”
Laughing softly, I move off him with all the grace my jelly legs will allow. Ash removes the condom and gets rid of it while I look for my panties. I’m pulling them on when he comes back into the living room.
His body is insane. And his dick—wow. I don’t know how that thing was inside me. He arches one brow with a cocky smirk. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Umm…I’m not sure. Home maybe. I know you said I could stay over, but Everly is probably still at the party and I can grab a ride home with her. This was fun.”
I have no idea how to act after casual sex that felt verynotcasual. I should have laid that out in the plan. We had sex. Now what? Am I supposed to stay and chat or get the hell out of here?
“Fun, huh?” He walks over to me and places both hands at my waist. Those long fingers caress my skin and my core throbs.
“It was fantastic, okay?” I roll my eyes at the ego on this man. “But there’s no need for me to stay the night.”
“I disagree,” he says, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctually. “I’m not done with you yet.”
* * *
I wake up in Ash’s bed with his muscular arm wrapped around my waist. My body feels like I ran a marathon or climbed Mount Everest. Sex with Ash was a workout.
I carefully wiggle out of his hold and get up. He offered me a T-shirt and sweats to sleep in, then proceeded to strip me out of them again once we got into bed. I find both discarded items and put them on before padding out of the room in search of my phone.
I think I left it in the living room. Or maybe the entryway.
“Good morning.” Everly scares the crap out of me. She’s standing in the kitchen and wears a pleased smirk as she leans against the counter, cradling a mug in both hands.
I squeak my surprise and place a hand over my now racing heart. “Holy crap.”
She laughs wickedly. Bless her, she hands me a cup of coffee before she says, “Looks like someone had fun last night.”
I bring a hand up to my messy hair. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Must have been some night. Ash never sleeps this late.”
I don’t tell her that he only stopped giving me orgasms about two hours ago.
“Morning.” Ash ambles out, eyes still half closed, wearing only a pair of loose sweats that are dangerously low on his hips. He aims a sleepy smile at me as he rubs the back of his neck. God help me, I glance down at his crotch like I could possibly have any more sex right now. I’m going to be sore for a week. “Morning, Little Sharpie.”
“Hey. Thanks for letting me crash last night. It felt like old times.” She looks at me. “Well, almost.”
“You’re always welcome to crash here. You know that.” He pours a cup of coffee before joining me on the other side of the counter. He brushes his lips over mine in a kiss so quick I don’t have time to freak out. Okay, not too much time. “You’re always welcome to crash here too.”
“Yeah, I bet she is,” Everly mutters.
