13. Ashton

thirteen

Ashton

A low groan rumbled in my chest the second Selma surrendered against me.

Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I pulled her impossibly close to my body, swallowing her moans. I threaded my hands through her soft hair, and the smell of coconut danced seductively around us.

She ground her hips against my straining cock, drawing a grunt out of me. "I've missed this body, peaches. I dream about touching you every fucking night."

Her moan was low as I dragged my lips away from hers to suck on her neck.

"I've missed yours too," she whimpered.

Her words vibrated on my tongue as I sucked her sweet skin, knowing there would be a hickey there tomorrow. I was branding her, marking her, making sure she and every other person saw it and understood that she belonged to me now.

My fingers gripped her breasts softly. Those babies that had kept me up at night and had given me cause for cold showers, not once, not even fucking twice. I pulled back long enough to draw her tank top over her head and fling it to the floor.

Then I remembered that we were standing on her balcony, and although we were six floors high, anyone who looked in this direction could see us.

"Come," I said, leading her inside the apartment with my back. "No one else gets to see you naked but me."

She rolled her eyes as she walked behind me, a smile playing on her lips. "You're ridiculous."

I didn't hear her; I was too busy gawking like a hormonal teenager at her breasts that bounced as she moved.

Jesus. Before Selma, I had never stopped to look twice at a pair of jugs. But now that I'd seen hers and they were ingrained in my memory, in my fucking soul, it occurred to me that I might have a titty fetish. For Selma. My God.

My feet stopped in the middle of the spacious living room. I shook my head, scoffing, wondering if I knew I was a goner. "You are absolutely exquisite."

She blushed underneath the yellow lights, an adorable pink hue staining her cheeks. Her gaze dropped seductively, and I was willing to bet she had done it unintentionally. That alone made my cock harden even more.

"And you're charming."

I held out my hand to her. "Come here. Let me kiss you."

She acquiesced, reaching me in four steps. Christ. The things I wanted to do to her. The places I wanted to take her. When she placed her hand in mine, I jerked her toward me in one swift motion, connecting my lips with hers.

Unlike our last kiss, this one was brutal, damning, cataclysmic. Our teeth clanged as our tongues fought for control, neither of us giving way. I loved kissing Selma. She gave as good as she got. Never relenting, never choosing defeat. And it wasn't just during kisses. Hers was a strength I'd never seen before. She consumed me completely. And for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything better.

The force of the sensations that rippled through me buckled my knees, and when Selma suddenly pushed me down—with great effort—I fell back against her sofa with a surprised laugh.

"Hm," I hummed as I sat slightly bent, my ass almost at the edge of the sofa to give her enough room. "Taking charge, are we? This is new." I looked up at her beautiful face and waited as she kicked her shorts down her legs and straddled me.

"Not really. I've just never shown you this side of me." She cupped my cheeks and leaned down to kiss the side of my lips.

The action was so intimate that I couldn't talk for a few moments; I could only feel the desire in her touch and the aching warmth that bloomed from inside my chest.

When I finally found my voice, I chuckled. "And what side would that be?"

"This one." She ground her hips against my raging erection with a sultry smile, and I groaned under my breath, cursing. The friction of her core rubbing against my sweatpants felt so fucking good I wanted to flip her around and bury myself inside her.

But patience was a virtue, and I'd had years of practice.

With a firm hand on her waist, I stilled her movements. "Stop that, or I'll throw you on the rug and bite your clit."

Something heated flashed across her gaze. "Is that a threat, Mystery Man?"

I narrowed my eyes.

"That was what I decided to call you that first night. I never thought I'd see you again."

The pout on her face made me smile. She actually looked annoyed.

"Wasn't that what you wanted?" I said.

"It was," she nodded, then muttered under her breath, "I think." Her voice was so low that I almost thought I had imagined it.

I didn't have the time to dwell on it because she suddenly ground her hips again, and because I always kept to my word, I flipped her over so that her back was on the sofa before gently laying her down on the rug, away from the center table so she didn't hurt her head.

"I warned you," I muttered, hovering my lips above her naked skin. "And one thing you should keep in mind, peaches, is that I make good on my promises."

I closed my mouth over one dark rosy nipple and sucked. Selma let out a husky sigh, arching her back to give me more access. I smiled at her eagerness, running my tongue over her areola before clamping my teeth down softly on her nipple. When she purred, I repeated the action, storing it in the Things-That-Selma-Likes box at the back of my mind.

I could do this all day, I thought, as I reluctantly dragged my mouth away from her breast to trail soft kisses down her stomach. When my lips reached her abdomen, she giggled.

I paused, raising my head to look at her.

Selma pressed a hand to her lips. "I'm sorry. I'm ticklish in my lower stomach."

I couldn't have stopped the laughter that flew from my lips even if I tried. The almighty Selma Volkov was ticklish?

"I don't think you should have told me that," I mused.

She nodded with a sigh. "I just realized it."

My fingers found her pussy, wet and heated. She whimpered when I brushed against her pulsating clit.

"See how wet you've become from my touch," I rasped, running the tip of my finger up and down her slit. I lowered my head to kiss her inner thigh just below the place she needed me the most, loving the way she trembled beneath my touch.

"Ashton, please," she begged, and it was like music to my ears. After weeks of torturing me with her perfectly round ass, creamy cleavage, and rough-cutting words, it was my turn to drive her crazy.

"I'm really in the mood to tease you today, peaches," I said in a slow, husky voice.

"I'm begging you, Ashton." Her voice was thick with need, coming out in short pants. "I can't take any more foreplay. I need you now."

I looked up at her innocently. "So soon? But I haven't even tasted you yet. I'd hold on to something if I were you."