Page 22 of Use Me
I stared at her for a moment before I spoke, “Are we really going to make small talk?”
She blinked. “What do you mean?”
We could talk about work, weather, our favorite colors and shit, but time was ticking before our friends would come back, so I just went for it. I leaned down and rested my elbows on the table next to her as I whispered, “I mean that our friends over there are obviously wanting us to talk about more than the weather. And I’ll be honest with you, Ashtyn, I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Thinking about other places your mouth could kiss my body.” I told her the fucking truth in hopes she felt the same way.
“We’re both single,” I continued, “and in two more minutes our friends will come back and keep dropping hints that we need to go back to my place. So, Ashtyn, Cupcake, let me pay my tab and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Her gaze moved quickly to our friends and then back to me. She shrugged with a smirk. “Okay.”
I grinned. “Put your jacket on and meet me at the bar.” I strode to the wood top and motioned to Tommy that I needed to sign the credit card bill in a fucking hurry. We didn’t need to tell our friends goodbye or goodnight or whatever. Once they turned and saw us gone, they would know we went back to my place. Kenny would need to crash at Jett’s or Clark’s or in his fucking car in my guest parking spot. I didn’t care. I scribbled my name on the credit card bill, grabbed her hand and then we were out of the bar in a flash.
“My place or yours?” she asked.
“Well, I do have new sheets I need to christen.” I smirked and tugged her hand so we could cross the street.
“I can’t wait.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Since we’re being honest with each other, I’ve thought about you this past week.”
“You don’t know how happy that makes me.”
We made it to my building in record time, but the elevator didn’t descend fast enough. I was excited, my heart beating a little fast as I pushed the up button with my free hand repeatedly until it finally arrived. When it did, Ashtyn went in first, still holding my hand. As the door closed, my mouth met hers, and all memories of our earlier kisses came floating back. Her lips were soft, sweet and a little demanding. She was like that first sip of single malt whiskey after a long day: sweet, smooth and refreshing. I went with it, backing her against the wall, moving my hips into her again. If the elevator didn’t hurry, I was going to strip her of her jeans and silky shirt and do all the things I’d been dreaming about for the past week with her body.
When we finally arrived on my floor, I stepped away from her warm body and directed her, still hand in hand to my front door. Before I could find my keys, I was pushing her up against the wall next to my door, kissing her again. I couldn’t get enough. At the same time, I was trying to find my keys in my pocket, but it was hard.
And so was I.
Finally, I got the door open, and we were moving inside. At that moment, I had no idea where my bedroom was. I didn’t care. Ashtyn was in my condo, my hands were all over her body, and my lips were still tasting her. We started to strip our clothes, leaving a trail from the front door to the living room. I was two seconds away from leaning her over the back of the couch and having my way with her, but she spoke against my mouth.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“You can only fuck in a bed, Cupcake?”
She pulled her head away from me. “No, but I thought you’d want to get rid of her memory.”
I did. And since we’d started this relationship—or whatever you wanted to call it, with us ending other relationships, she was right. I needed new memories to go with the new sheets. I wanted to smell Ashtyn on my pillow and not the laundry detergent I used.
I led her to my bedroom, both of us partially undressed. “Turn around,” I instructed.
Ashtyn turned, and I moved to her, brushing her blonde hair to the side, and then I ran my finger down her spine until it met the clasp of her bra. Her head fell forward, and under my touch I felt her skin rise, responding to my trace on her skin. I moved forward, kissing down her back where my finger had left a trail. I was right, my lips loved more of her body than just her lips, and by the way Ashtyn moaned, I knew she did too. Instead of stopping at the clasp again, I continued my path. My lips slowly descended as I bent behind her and wrapped my arms around to the button of her jeans. The nickel button slide through the slit and I pulled her zipper down, my lips never leaving her skin until I got to the waistband of her jeans. I shimmied her pants down until she was standing in front of me in only her black bra and matching panties.
“He’s fucking crazy,” I breathed, looking at the way Ashtyn filled out her panties.
“Who?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
My gaze met hers. “Fuck nut.”
She smiled. “I agree.”
My hands went to the cotton on her hips, and I slid it down her legs until she stepped out of her panties. I tossed them behind me and then unclasped her bra and threw it in the same direction.
“Turn around,” I whispered. My heart was pounding, anticipating the sight I was about to take in. When she turned and looked down at me, my dick strained against the zipper of my own jeans.
“Why am I the only one naked?”
That was a good question.
