28. Ash

TWENTY-EIGHT

"So, where are you going?" Fox asks between his pants as he, Atlas, Derek, and I continue to demo the dance studio"s room that Sunday is turning into the ballet room.

"No idea," I grunt, ripping part of the drywall down and tossing it into a heap on the floor.

"There's the amusement park. I thought maybe I could get fast passes for the day for the three of us."

"Three? Ow, you bitch!" Atlas flips off the hammer that fell on his foot. Who in the fuck allowed that man to have a tool?

"Yeah," I breathe out, wiping away the sweat from my brow. "Me, her, and Wade."

"I think the point of a date is for you and Sunday to go out," Derek mutters as he continues with his corner of the drywall. I roll my eyes.

"Why would we do that? I'm not leaving Wade behind." Memories of my mom going out on dates where Indy and I had to stay behind, or worse, had to go stay with a friend, so it looked like she didn't have kids come into my head. I shake them out. I understand why she did it, but it didn't make it hurt any less, and that's not something I plan on doing to Wade.

"Hey, boys," Ren smiles as she carries in bags of takeout and drinks.

"Princess!" Atlas scolds, rushing over to grab everything. "I told you to text me, and I would help you." He sets the food on our makeshift workbench before turning back and kissing Ren.

"Atlas, I love you, but if you don't stop treating me like I'm ill, I'm going to hurt you." Atlas waves her off as he goes to his knees and lifts her shirt to kiss her stomach.

"Do you hear how your mommy talks to me?" He smirks as Ren turns pink and pushes her shirt down.

"Enough, you're going to make the guys puke," she hisses, though her grin tells me she enjoys it.

"Pffft. They're just jealous that I have you as my beautiful wife, and I'm going to be a daddy." He leans down and kisses Ren again, and I do feel a slight pang of envy. I don't understand why, though. Never have I wanted a wife or kid. Even with Shannon, I never saw it going that way. A wife and baby just sound like more opportunities to disappoint people. To turn out just like my father. But now, I don't know.

Once everyone is gone,I walk into the dance studio to see Sunday lazily spinning around her dance pole. She spots me and smiles.

"Hey charming, you ready to go?" I give her a casual shrug.

"We can go, or you can keep doing that? Maybe do a little hip wiggle or something." I smirk as she snorts before grabbing the pole behind her and lifting herself up, spinning and wrapping her legs around the pole until she's upside down, staring at me.

"Ohhh, can we do the Spider-Man kiss?" I joke while walking up to her.

"Only if I'm Spider-Man," she laughs, and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Well, of course you are. My ass ain't getting on that thing." With fluid grace, she holds herself up to her full height, her long and shapely legs extending out before her. She wraps them around my shoulders, pulling me closer with an impressive amount of strength. The soft curves of her body press against mine, heat radiating between us as our bodies come into contact. The scent of her skin overwhelms my senses, and I'm lost in the moment, completely consumed by her presence.

"Oh, uhmm…" A nervous, anxious laugh escapes my lips as I tilt my head up to meet her gaze. Fucking Christ, with her arms stretched above her head and every muscle in her body taut and defined, she's a vision of perfection that's leaving me thanking any and every god who may be listening. The sight of her is overwhelming, too much for my senses to handle. My hand slips up her tight waist and chest. I run it over her sports bra and smirk as I flick the zipper in the front playfully. "This is convenient," I chuckle while turning my head to kiss her warm inner thigh.

My tongue glides over her silky skin, and she releases a soft moan. I can feel the warmth emanating from her body. My teeth gently graze over the fabric of her snug shorts, causing a sharp intake of breath from her parted lips.

"Definitely easy access– Oh my god!" she gasps as I grip the zipper and slide it down with a flick of my wrist. Her small, pierced breasts burst free, eager for my touch.

"If only there were a zipper here," I murmur while nuzzling my nose into the apex of her thigh. The whimper she releases sends a current through me, landing straight in my cock. "Goddamn it," I growl, my hand groping her perfect tit. Sunday moves her legs until her bare feet rest on my shoulders.

"Pull them off," she pants, and fuck, she doesn't have to tell me twice. Gripping the fabric, I yank the shorts and panties down until they are at her ankles. She moves off me for a moment, suspending her lower half as she allows me to take the garments off completely.

"Remind me later to tell you how impressed I am with this display of strength." Sunday laughs as she rests her legs back on my shoulders.

"Better idea, charming, how's about you show me."

With a firm hold on each of her supple ass cheeks, I press my face firmly between her legs, eagerly inhaling her intoxicating scent and releasing a low growl. The warmth radiating from her core sends shivers down my spine as I lose myself in the moment, savoring every sensation and indulging in the pure pleasure of being this close to her.

"Goddamn it, you smell so fucking good." It fills me with a primal hunger, igniting a fire within me. The taste of her arousal is like the sweetest nectar, drawing me in with each lingering kiss.

"Holy god," she whimpers, rocking her hips against my face, greedy for more. Her cries of pleasure fill the room as I eagerly devour her, my tongue delving deep inside her tight hole. The taste of her arousal mixed with my saliva charges me, urging me to continue. Her hips rock against my face, seeking more, and I happily oblige, savoring every moan and whimper that falls from her lips.

As I suck on her clit, she lets out a small scream of pleasure, begging for more. "Ash, you"re amazing," she mewls, rolling her hips in an urgent rhythm. "Please, I need you inside me!" I can"t help but grin at her desperation. My fingers slip inside her, feeling her walls contract around them. Pulling them out, I move down to her ass, using her own arousal to slick over the entrance. She gasps at the sensation but nods eagerly, showing me just how much she enjoys the feeling. I dip my finger inside her tight ass while roughly devouring her pussy and clit with my mouth. She screams and bucks while gripping the pole tighter, and I feel it happening. She stiffens, and her walls contract as she cries out my name in pure bliss. The sound alone nearly brings me to my own climax right then and there.

Removing my finger from her ass, I finish feasting on her before slowly helping her down the pole. Her golden eyes are burning into mine and before I can think, she's wrapped around me like the pole, her lips devouring mine.

"Condom?" She pants, and I pat my pants, praying I have one in my wallet. I do, thank fuck. "Good, there"s massage oil in the closet." I raise a brow and look at the closet she's gesturing to.

"I mean, you're pretty wet." she shakes her head, interrupting me.

"I want you to bury yourself in my ass, charming." Oh. Oh, my fucking god. I run to the closet, ripping the door open while simultaneously trying to disrobe. I come back, completely naked, holding a bottle of massage oil and a condom.

"Have you–"

"No," she interrupts. "You?"

I shake my head. "Let me prep you first, alright?"

She nods, lowering herself and sticking her perfect ass out, and fuck, I want to be in her ass now. I want to make her scream my name. I want her to only feel this pleasure from me. I need it. Pushing down on her shoulder blades, I lower her top half down while dripping the oil over her ass. She moans and backs against my hand as my fingers run over her rim. I slip one finger in, then a second, and she lets out a shuddering breath, and I feel her tense.

"Shhhh…" I coo, rubbing over her clit. "Sunshine, relax, or my dick will never fit, sweetheart." I chuckle and fight a groan as she pushes back against me.

"Make it fit," she purrs.

"Sunday." Her name is nearly a shudder as she looks over her shoulder at me. "Fuck sweetheart, you looking at me like that… I feel like I will have to repent for my sins tomorrow with what I want to do to you."

"Well, better make them good ones, then." She smirks. I grab the condom, rip the foil, and slip it on while dropping more oil over her tanned ass.

"Tell me to stop if it's too much, you hear me?" I growl while pressing the head of my rock-hard cock to her tight hole.

"Yes," she breathes softly, and I shiver as she backs against me, the head of my cock disappearing inside her ass.

"Holy shit," I whimper. She's tight. God, she's so fucking tight, and the massage oil is making it so easy for me to ram in, I have to force myself not to move. Sunday cries out as she adjusts before nodding for me to continue. I do. Fuck, I do. Gripping her hips, I force myself further in until our bodies are flush with each other.

"Ash," she whimpers as she contracts around my cock.

"Fuck!" I cry out and slap her ass before roughly gripping an ass cheek. "I won't fucking last if you keep squeezing." I grit out as I pull back and thrust into her, and then I do it again and again.

"Oh god!" Sunday cries, pressing her face into the mat we are kneeling on. Reaching around, I start rubbing her swollen clit. "Ash!" She screams my name while rocking back against my thrusts.

"Stick your fingers in your pussy, Sunday." I pant between thrusts. "Fill that greedy hole, and don't take them out until you explode. I want to feel you come while I fuck this perfect fucking ass." She sticks two fingers inside her, and I growl in frustration and smack her ass again. "I said fill it, sunshine. Your fingers or mine, choose wisely." I warn, and this brat drops a finger out of her.

"That's it," I grunt while rolling her over. I keep myself in her ass as I stand, hooking an arm under each knee and ramming her back into the first wall I come to. She stares at me, face red with arousal, her eyes glazed over. I pull back, and as I ram into her ass, I slip three fingers inside her, causing her to choke on a cry. Leaning in, I run my tongue over her ear as I whisper lowly, "Fuck that clit, and if you stop, I stop. Understood?"

I look her in the eyes and smile as she begins rubbing her needy bud. I fuck her. I fuck her hard. Both her holes are at full capacity and feel like a vise on my cock and fingers. She screams with every thrust, and it's music to my ears. Her screams of pleasure and knowing that me and only me is responsible for this woman's cries, are intoxicating. I crave more and more, and I bury myself deeper until I feel her contracting walls. Staring into her face, I watch in awe as she rolls her head against the wall and screams as she explodes around me. It's too much, it's too tight, my balls tighten, and I feel myself losing it.

"Fuck, Sun-day. Fuck!" I roar, slamming into her as I fill the condom with my release, my lips capturing hers. Her hands roughly grip my hair as her tongue fucks my mouth.

"Only you," she whispers between the frantic kisses. "Only you make me feel this good. Never forget that." I didn't realize I needed to hear those words until she said them, and now that she has, I never want to not hear them. I want her to remind me how I make her feel every single day. And that terrifies me.