Page 60 of Impulsive Saint
“Possibly.” He smirked.
“So sexy.” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his collarbone, trailing her hot breath down to his pectoral, and he realized, tracing the outline of one of the tattoos as she did. “That first time I saw you in your suit and tie you looked completely polished but I knew, somehow I knew you had rough edges underneath. I love that I get to see those edges. Touch them. Soothe them.”
He closed his eyes, not really paying attention to her words because he was too busy trying to think of cold water, baseball stats or the aftermath of a hot dog eating contest just to keep his dick from exploding. Her mouth was on his nipple now, licking and sucking, teasing him with her teeth, but the way she’d straddled him put her right on his lap and every time she moved, he could feel the sweet heat of her through their thin clothes, rubbing against his length.
“I didn’t get a chance to really touch you last night.” she murmured as her tongue teased along a crease of muscle down his abdomen. “I want to touch you now. Everywhere. With my hands but also with my mouth.”
His cock all but jumped, wanting her attention and his voice was strained when he managed to answer the question in her tone, “Touch me. Taste me. I’m yours, Ashtyn.”
He felt her answering smile in the small kiss she planted just above his belly button. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. It had been one thing for him to lose control and take her hard and fast. That had been wild, out of control, an easily explained moment of weakness. But this wasn’t fast and crazy. It was slow and deliberate, a tease designed to drive him out of his mind.
He’d given himself up to Ashtyn Echols and he just knew she was going to make him pay for all the hell he’d put her through.
Tyler gasped as her small hand encircled his cock and gave a squeeze. He groaned and he would have sworn he heard Ashtyn chuckle. He didn’t have time to question it though because she didn’t wait for his response, she didn’t even draw it out in an attempt to torture him, she simply lowered her mouth and blew a cool stream of air across the tip, using her thumb to spread the pre-come that had gathered there.
“Ah fuck.”
“Does that feel good?” Her voice was light and teasing.
His hips shifted, causing her hand to move up and down his aching cock, “So good.”
“More?”
“More.” He slid a hand up into her hair which had curtained her beautiful face from him and glanced down to see her looking up at him from beneath her lashes, mouth poised just over him. “Everything.”
Something he wasn’t trained to read twinkled in her eyes and then her gaze dropped just as her mouth did. It didn’t matter if he’d been able to read her thoughts. In that moment, he lost the ability to think anything outside of a basic need for more, deeper, and harder. His hips shifted up of their own accord again but he quickly forced them back down when he heard Ashtyn gag slightly and then pull back to suck on just the tip.
He wanted to apologize but he couldn’t seem to find the words. He knew he was bigger than she was used to, which should have given him a sense of pride, but just like last night, it only worried him. He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want her to experience a single ounce of pain or regret. So he held himself completely still as she tried again to take all of him, her mouth stretched wide around him as she began to bob up and down.
“Shit. Fuck. Yeah, just like… fuuuuck.”
She’d reduced him to nothing but four-letter words and he couldn’t think straight. Her lips circled his cock with the perfect suction. Her tongue fluttered up and down his length, probing at the sensitive spot beneath the head, licking his slit, and then sliding back down the throbbing vein that she found. She hummed and the sensation ran straight to his balls, causing them to seize up and his whole body to shudder with warning that his climax was close.
He loved having her mouth on him. The girl was a goddess. He’d never expected her to be like this. He’d thought she blew his mind last night with the dirty talk and the demand to be fucked but this was a whole other level. The pretty princess he’d thought so proper was giving him the best blow job of his life and all he could do was grunt and grab at her like a damn caveman.
She was an angel, or the devil, and in that moment, he didn’t care which. She could save him or doom him for eternity. Either way, he couldn’t and wouldn’t regret the incredible connection that was forming between them.
“Ashtyn.” he gasped her name as his cock jerked and he pulled at her hair, forcing her to rise up, her lips popping as she released him. “Please.”
Her eyes twinkled and her lips were swollen and wet. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Then her brows knit together and a look he hated crossed her gorgeous face. Doubt.
“Did I… hurt you or… do something wrong?”
“No.” He pulled at her again, urging her up, pulling her over him until he could cup her cheeks, “You’re so damn perfect but you’re going to make me blow and I want to be inside you when that happens.”
“Oh…” Her cheeks flamed the prettiest shade of pink but her grin was downright filthy, “I thought you were inside me, inside my mouth at least.”
A sound far too much like a growl escaped his chest and she giggled as he leaned up and kissed her. Her smile against his lips had him smiling in return and he realized that he couldn’t actually remember a time he’d ever been so comfortable and happy while he was in bed with a woman. Sure he’d been happy to be getting off all those times before but this was different, Ashtyn was different.
He kissed her long and deep, sucking the taste of himself off her tongue. It was erotic and the way she rocked herself against him was nearly his undoing. Finally he forced himself to break the kiss and he stared up into her twinkling blue eyes as he spoke.
“Ride me.”
She blinked at him as if she’d heard him wrong, “What?”
“Ride me, Ashtyn.” He watched her bite her lip, her brows creasing again and his heart ached for whatever doubts were still running through her head. “I’ve spent days with you wrapped around me, spread across my back on the motorcycle. I want to see you spread out in front of me now. Want you to take me deep, ride me hard and don’t let up until we’re both spent.”
Her throat bobbed as she clearly swallowed hard but she didn’t force him to insist. She made quick work of her clothes and tugged his boxers down until they were both naked. When she straddled his waist again, he very nearly whimpered. Her slick, wet heat slid over him as she found the position she wanted and he distracted himself by cupping her perky little breasts and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She gasped and arched into the touch even as she reached down between them and grasped his cock, guiding it to her entrance and then slowly easing her hips down as she settled on top of him.
