34. Lamb

Chapter Thirty-Four

LAMB

B lue skies peeked through the shades as the touch of early winter sun warmed my skin. I stretched across the wide California king mattress, the silken sheets whispering as my bare skin skimmed across them, the delicious sex ache waking my muscles and bones.

I opened my eyes, the tall white ceiling with ornate crown molding staring back down at me. A large, modern chandelier hung above the canopy, a fan turning softly above.

“Babe,” I groaned, turning over to wrap my body around hers, looking for her post-sex scent and cool skin.

I found nothing.

I pried my eyes apart to stare at the vacant spot next to me, sheets tossed aside, not even an imprint of her body left behind.

I lunged forward, throwing myself up as my hands spread over the bed, feeling not even a trace of body heat left beside me.

Something sank in my chest. I felt cold.

I shoved the sheets aside, grabbed my discarded pair of dusty jeans, and dragged them on before storming into the suite. I checked every room, cupboard, and closet, and found no trace of her.

No clothes. No note. Not even a strand of hair.

“ No. ”

I couldn’t let her leave. Couldn’t let her escape . She belonged to me .

I buried my fist into the wall, the elevator springing open as I stormed into the small metal box.

Time moved slowly as every second descending the floors drained away as I waited for the final floor to open. Fortunately, the private elevator only stopped at the bottom floor and penthouse, so this was a one-way out for her.

I’d scour every inch of the lobby. I’d make every concierge search through every second of security footage. I’d have every guard blocking every door, exit, and window. If she was still in this hotel, I would find her. I would—

The doors pinged open.

Cloudy green eyes widened in surprise.

Ash stood with a small arm of boutique bags and two coffees in a tray in her other hand. Her eyebrows were raised in surprise as the door opened, hand hanging in the air as she juggled her haul.

“Oh!” Ash gasped, a smile lighting her face. “Thank God, I do not know how to open this thing from this side.” She pushed her thick glasses up her nose with a weighted arm before her gaze moved lower and her surprised brows buried into her hairline. “And your shirtless … in the lobby … in public.”

I stared, the raging inferno in my head still swirling with momentum. My body, on the other hand, lost all ability to move. I just stood there, staring at her innocent face, as my muscles turned to stone and my bones into iron.

“What is wrong?” Ash’s surprise melted into a frown as her eyes needled into my expression. Over time, she’d grown sharper, and our time together had provided her a unique peephole into my mind.

“I thought you’d left.”

It took a heartbeat for the realization to dawn on her face. The undercurrent of my words swept over her, her expression falling with heavy, languid emotion. Her beautiful, warred eyes jumped back and forth between mine, desperately searching for something in my expression. I had no idea what it could tell her, what it reflected of the tumultuous storm inside.

“I—” Ash’s mouth floundered.

A gasp jerked us from the pregnant atmosphere as a gaggle of women paused in the lobby, eyes nearly falling out of their heads as they stared straight past Ash and into the elevator where I stood. I didn’t even have shoes on. My jeans only covered what was important, and my bare feet bore the cold tile floor.

“Fuck,” Ash hissed, catching wind of the quickly thawing group of women behind us.

She pushed forward into the cabin, her free hand pressed against my chest as she backed me up with persistent force until my spine crushed into the mirrored wall.

Ash spun away from me, her hand still fixed on my solar plexus as she watched the doors quickly close just as the women made a mad dash toward us. No music played in the private elevator, and only the soft whir of working machinery filled the box.

I reached forward, letting my arms slip around Ash’s waist and tug her ass against my crotch.

“Careful!” Ash hissed, holding the coffee far out to one side. “You could burn yourself.”

I didn’t care. I buried my face into the nape of her neck, her long, brown hair draping over my skin as the soft scent of body wash mixed with her natural scent filled my nose. I pressed my nose into her supple skin, tracing the muscles with my lips. My fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, her cool skin jerking at my touch. My palms flexed around her waist, enjoying the extra weight filling my hands. It wasn’t much, but she had slowly started to put on mass, and I loved it.

It didn’t take long for my teeth to ache as I peppered kisses across the small strip of skin exposed by the plain black shirt. I tugged at the hem, giving myself more access as I sucked, and nipped, and kissed my way across her collarbone, up her neck, and across her jaw. Her flustered breaths rustled my hair as I saw that tantalizing peach blush cresting her cheeks.

I slid my hands higher and higher as the sound of bags collapsing onto the floor filled my ears. A rouge hand found purchase in my hair, squeezing tightly as I pressed my lips and teeth to all the places that made her stomach quiver and shake.

I paused.

“You don’t have a bra on,” I growled, images of her walking around, tits free in the lobby where so many people would have seen her.

“And you do not have a shirt,” Ash countered.

The doors opened behind us as sunlight cut into the dim box just in time to watch the coffee cups collapse, liquid splashing everywhere as I spun Ash to face me.

Ash began to argue. “Lamb, I just—”

I picked her up with ease, holding her body aloft, her crotch fixed to my abs as I stalked into the room. Ash’s legs locked around my waist with practiced perfection as her hands grappled around my neck.

I dropped her down on the entryway table, grasped the hem of her shirt, tore it over her head, and tossed it into oblivion. “Now you don’t have a shirt either.”

Ash narrowed her eyes, her glasses cockeyed on her face as she adjusted them. “Touche,” she grumbled. Her lips were damp, and her tongue danced between them.

I urged to fulfill the desire screaming from those pert lips, my crotch buried between her thighs feeling uncomfortably tight. But I held back.

I leaned my chest back, letting my eyes wander painstakingly slow over her exposed facets. I counted the freckles and scars, her moles, and the goosebumps rising on her chilled skin. I smiled as I watched her soft blush pink nipples harden under my gaze.

“You shouldn’t go out braless,” I decided.

Ash scoffed. “It is not like I have much to show. You cannot even tell.”

I captured her nipple between my finger and thumb, applying just enough pressure. Ash hissed, her thighs clamping down on my waist, her crotch rocking against my jeans.

“This,” I purred, reaching up with my other hand to capture her other lonely nub, “And this”—I applied a little more pressure and nearly buckled as Ash began to squirm, her soaked crotch seeping into my denim—“belong to me.”

“You will find that they are attached to my chest,” Ash quipped, her annoyance weakened by her hot, heavy breaths. “Not yours.”

Not disliking the challenge flaring in her eyes, I released her. “Want to bet on it?” I asked, my hand splayed in surrender as I let my eyes wander down before moving back up to meet her gaze. “About whom this body belongs to?”

Ash’s eyes darkened, her pupils so wide it hid the pale green as her moist mouth parted, hands tightening against the edge of the table. “No.”

“Why?” I leaned down toward her chest, the flushed heat of her skin burning into my face. I blew out a soft breath over her skin and watched the muscles shudder under the sensation. “Scared you’ll lose?”

Hesitation held Ash briefly, but the rising blush turned from soft pink to burning red and broke it apart. “Fine,” she growled, eyes narrowing. “But I am revising the terms.”

I cocked a brow, curiosity always getting the better of me.

Hands lunged around my neck, and my body was jerked forward, lips slamming into mine. Ash’s tongue delved between my parted lips, teasing, demanding, and daring me out to play. Any fight I had crumbled as her fingers tangled in my hair, the sharp sting of pain pulling me closer into her control. Her legs clamped around my waist, her hips thrusting up against my crotch, the barest burn of friction making my dick howl with desire.

I reached forward, capturing her waist, desperate to control the momentum.

Ash pulled away, her teeth dragging against my swollen lips as a saccharine smile creased her eyes. “Let us see who belongs to who.”

An inferno of lust burst across my chest as I captured those devious lips with a bated breath. I returned her agonizing pressure as I pressed her down onto the table, my tented jeans pressing deep into her softest part with pressure and weight. She withered beneath me, her legs squeezing me tight, her fingers pulling my hair even tighter as she threatened to take handfuls of my scalp with her.

We were like magnets as I fought her irresistible pull, bracing a palm against the solid wood table, trying not to crush her as she urged me closer. We fought between frantic kisses, bruising bites, and savage sucking.

It was carnal mating as Ash released her grip on my hair, her nails scratching down my neck and arms, leaving a beaded trail of lines marking her path.

They slid further down over my abs, finding the button of my jeans, her legs releasing just enough to pop it open and tear the zipper straight to the base.

My dick jerked free of its confines, red and angry, and raging for a hot, warm place to sink home.

I shared the sentiment as my own hands slid down into the waistband of Ash’s trousers, the willing elastic material already sliding down her damp thighs, panties hooked in tow until they wrapped around her ankles. I stopped there. Unlike her shirt, I kept the panties wrapped around her legs and, with a little maneuvering, pushed my head between her knees and left her ankles bound behind my neck.

“Lamb,” Ash mewled, shifting her wet pussy as it rubbed against my abs, leaving a hot trail over my stomach.

I slid a hand down her soft pale legs, reaching down to meet where our bodies joined, my fingers burning as they found her hot, wet folds.

The tip of my digit circled her entrance, my thumb working in tandem to rub her clit. Her hips bucked against my chest, her hands clinging tight to the edge of the table as she used it to anchor herself against my skin. Her breathing ramped up into short, staggered gasps, her eyes feverish and hungry.

I leaned forward, her legs folding up over my shoulders as her wet core melted against my solar plexus, covering me in her wetness. Her rock-solid nipples rubbed against my hard chest as her ribs racked with ragged breaths.

“Tell me,” I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Who do you belong to?”

Ash’s gaze steeled, but it was molten with lust and challenge. She bit into her lip, fighting to hold the words inside. She wanted to give in, I could see it. She wanted the pleasure and euphoria I offered her, but her pride held tight to her tongue. It wouldn’t last for long.

I tutted, capturing her chin, my thumb pulling loose the lip pinned between her teeth. “If you’ve got to bite something,” I offered, “bite me.”

Warm wetness captured my thumb as I pushed it between her swollen lips, scraping my skin with the sharp edges of her teeth. I depressed it down onto her tongue, feeling the soft muscle flex back against it. My mouth salivated as her lips wrapped around my finger, tossing my offer of a bite aside as she sucked hard on my digit. My dick ached with jealousy; her twisting, tormenting tongue, and pleasurable purr sending vibrations straight down to my shaft.

I tried to pull my finger back, but Ash didn’t give it up. I felt the sharp flash of pain as Ash did, at last, what I’d offered. Her teeth held my finger in place, her tongue unrelenting as it soothed over my skin and toyed with my aching member.

“You want to play dirty?” I smirked and watched as it dawn on Ash that she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

I pushed my finger forward, my thumb hitting the back of her mouth. Ash gagged, choked, and her teeth released their hold.

“You cheated!” Ash coughed, raising her hand to cover her mouth.

Blood trickled from my thumb as I looked down at her fiery expression. “No,” I purred. “ This is cheating.” I thrust my hips forward, my dick surging home.

Ash cried out as I filled her, my own moan mixing with hers as her velvet warmth gripped my dick in a vice. I struggled through my own convulsions as Ash shuddered beneath me.

“Now, let me tell you the rules.” I smirked, one hand propped beside her head, the other wrapped around her thigh. “Every time you say my name, I’ll move.”

“What?” Ash gasped, her breath catching, hips writhing on the counter as she tried to adjust to my size.

“That’s not my name,” I retorted, shifting ever so slightly. The small movement caused Ash’s teeth to clench, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, a soft curse rushing out of her lips.

“Tell me.” I found that swollen bundle of nerves pleading for touch and pressed. Ash’s abdomen tightened at the sensation, her chest jerking. “Who do you belong to?”

Her jaw ticked, and I smiled. Sweat trickled down over my skin as the torture of staying still inside her tight, wet warmth threatened to undo me where I stood.

I pressed the flat of my thumb over her clit, savoring the feel of her thighs trembling beneath my taunting touches. “Who, Ash? Tell me who.” I pressed harder down on her nerves, giving her just enough pleasure to ride herself higher, but not enough to bring her to the edge.

Repeatedly, I brought her up, watching as frustration built in her eyes. I could see her crumble piece by piece until, finally, she broke.

“Lamb!” she cried. “I belong to Lamb—”

I bottomed all the way out, my dick nearly slipping free before I slammed back home.

“Lamb!” Ash cried as I thrust in time with her crying words. “Lamb! Lamb! Lamb!” she moaned, her words catching with each ram of my dick into the deepest part of her.

My orgasm was building, her own storming on ahead as she locked around me like a vice, legs clamped tight around my waist. Her force subdued my movements, and with each thrust in and out, her body followed my hips, nearly coming straight off the table.

Each time, I was getting deeper and deeper until it was as if my head was buried so far into her cervix that I didn’t expect it to come out. I was rising faster than I ever had before, and my balls tightened as Ash’s wail shattered through the room.

She clamped down around my dick, pinning me up into her channel as her orgasm burst through her, rippling over every muscle in her body as her cum slid down over my dick and trickled down my legs.

As her orgasm rocked her, my dick begged for me to move. I slid back toward her entrance, her legs falling limp beside me.

And then a foot hit my chest.

I staggered at the force, my dick slipping free of her pussy, my brain shaken as I stared at the offending limb.

Ash, covered in glistening sweat, her post-orgasm haze clouding over her eyes, sat up on the table. She inched off the edge, her legs threatening to collapse as she stalked toward me, pressing her hand into my chest.

“You have had your turn,” Ash growled as the couch came up against my knees and I collapsed onto the soft cushions. “Now it is mine.”

Before I could get my bearings, Ash positioned her knees on either side of my hips, her hand wrapped around my shaft as she lined my dick up with her entrance.

The brief cold vanished as Ash sucked my dick back into her warm, velvet entrance. Her head tipped back with a groan of pleasure as she swallowed my full length, her ass smacking against the top of my thighs.

I watched with fascination as my confused dick swelled again inside of her, begging her to move.

I grasped her thighs, ready to guide her into position, but Ash swatted them aside.

Instead, hers found their place back in my hair, pulling tightly on the strands until I was forced to bare my throat, to look straight up into the sinister smile licked by a devious tongue. “Who do you belong to?”

My dick hardened.

Ash’s smile grew wider.

Her hips rocked with reward, her insides sliding up the edges of my shaft in something equivalent to a soft brush.

If I’d thought before had been torturous, this was next level. My full dick grew fuller and fuller as she continued to rock slowly back and forth, hips spinning and gyrating just enough to stimulate my skin. It was both overwhelmingly good and frustrating at the same time.

“Babe,” I growled, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

“That is not my name,” Ash panted, getting a sick satisfaction out of torturing me.

I held my tongue. I wanted to say it. I wanted to bury my dick right to the hilt and whisper her name as many times as she needed in her ear. I wanted to take her by the ass and rock her so hard she wouldn’t even remember her name as I screamed it at the top of my lungs and filled her with my seed.

I remained silent.

Instead, I enjoyed my torture, watching the sheen of sweat build on Ash’s skin as her own pleasure began to derail her plans. Her rocking movements grew with speed as she began to build herself. Her control was fraying as soft whimpers slipped from her lips.

Ash’s eyes locked with mine, and just when I thought she was about to yield and allow us both to give in, she smiled. Then she reached down between her legs, her thumb rubbing over her clit as she rapidly drove herself to the finish line, desperate to come herself before she’d allow me.

“Tell me,” she moaned, her eyes glazing as she neared the edge once more, leaving me stranded behind. “Who do you belong to?”

“Ash,” I hissed, her threat forcing my surrender. “I belong to you, babe. All of you.”

A soft, sweet expression melted across her face, satisfaction screaming from her eyes as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the shell of my ear and nearly undoing me with just two words. “ Good boy .”

True to the game, Ash released her clit, anchoring her hands on my shoulders instead as she lifted her hips, and with the energy neither of us had, she rode me home. Faster and faster, she bounced on my lap, her ass hitting my legs as her moans grew louder and louder.

I latched onto either side of her hips, shifting my own to give myself a little room as I lifted her off my lap and slammed up into her pussy. My hips took over her own as I bucked and bucked my dick deep into her channel, the warmth, the pleasure, the tightening of her hole around my base, threatening to cut circulation, all brought me up to that edge.

Ash cried as her orgasm took her over, her pussy slick with her own personal lube as I followed her over.

I bellowed as my own dick burst like a firework, pleasure shooting down my nerves like lightning, leaving only please to crackle across my circuitry.

We collapsed in a hot, sticky pile against the couch, our limp limbs tangled and our raging chests struggling to catch our moist mixed breaths.

Our cum seeped down around my dick and between my legs, no doubt soaking into the expensive hotel suite. Neither of us had the energy nor mental capacity to care.

We both sat like that for a while, both steeping in our post-sex smell and sweat until our chests began to settle and our brains recovered from the orgasmic haze.

“Where did you go?” Through the initial panic and the raging sex, the question had finally managed to dredge itself up from the depths of my mind.

“It is rather late for that.” Ash’s laugh rippled into my chest, and I enjoyed the sensation.

I began to draw lazy lines up and down her spine as she snuggled in closer to my body, our heat melded where we touched, and the cool air brushed where we didn’t.

“I got a bit … distracted.” I licked my lips. Ash’s eyes traced the movement with amusement wrinkling her eyes.

“I needed a dress.” Ash sighed, dropping her head onto my shoulder, her hair a tangled mess around her shoulders. I began forming plans to tackle the nest as her next words spoke volumes. “I cannot go to a party without a dress.”

I looked at her. Her eyes were sharp. And even with exhaustion taking over both, she was determined, and with a deep breath, said the words that would start and ultimately end everything.

“I am ready.”