“Back the fuck off,” I warned. “I’ve had enough shit tonight.”
The more I thought about that fucker running around claiming he pulled one over on me, the more I wanted to hunt his ass down. But I had bigger things to deal with.
“I’ll deal with this asshole,” Brock said, backing up toward his car. “You should go deal with Elena.”
“Fuck!” I took a few deep breaths trying to calm down. “Stop by tomorrow with an update.”
“Will do,” he walked back to his car.
I watched Brock pull out of the drive. He’d get the results I needed. Drake Palmer would soon learn what happened to people who didn’t pay their debts and ran their mouths off.
Throwing the door open, I sent it crashing into the frame. Angry didn’t describe how I felt about the night being ruined by that little prick. None of it was Elena’s fault, yet she was the one upset. I needed to talk to her; needed to explain. Before I climbed those stairs I needed to calm the fuck down.
* * *
A couple of shots of whiskey later, I climbed the stairs. Even though I knew we’d have to have it out eventually, my time downstairs had given me an idea. When I reached the top of the landing, I heard the shower in my room running.
At least she hadn’t gone back to the guest room.
Hoping to catch her when she got out, I peeled off my clothes and went to the table next to the bed. My goal was to make her forget for a little while. To soften her up so we could talk this shit out.
It was time to introduce Elena to some of my more exotic tastes in the bedroom.
Grabbing the items I wanted, I lay them on the table and covered them with a small towel. The second the water turned off, I went to the door of the bathroom and threw it open.
“Ashton,” she screamed, pulling the towel tighter to her body.
Before she could say another word, I backed her against the vanity. Sinking my hands into her hair, I let the taste of her lips wash over me, the kiss igniting a burning heat throughout my body, the simple act of my tongue gliding into her mouth only a small representation of what I planned on doing to her later.
Needing air, I broke the kiss and leaned back to take in the flush that had worked its way up her body and onto her cheeks. The towel lay on the floor, forgotten. In one swift motion, I scooped her into my arms.
“Put me down,” she squealed, her words sharp.
“Not until I erase the shit from earlier.”
The way her body molded to mine the moment I let her legs slide to the floor made my dick jerk. If he were the brains I’d already be buried balls deep.
“Ashton,” she attempted come off stern. “We need to talk.”
“Later.”
I needed more.
Bending down, I kissed the skin right behind her ear, then sucked a path down her neck, down her chest, until my tongue slid over the hardened peak of her nipple.
“Oh,” she moaned, her body vibrating with the sound.
As I grazed my teeth across the tip, her hand slipped around my neck, holding my head there. I gave her what she wanted, alternately nipping and licking. Her sharp moans filled the air. Slowly, I stood and looked her dead in the eye.
“I want to play with you tonight. Once we start I’m in charge. If something is too much, say so. Can you agree to that?”
Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. She searched my face, settling on my lips for a moment before bringing her gaze back up to mine.
“Yes.”
It was the only word I wanted to hear out of her mouth. In a heartbeat, I twisted her to face away from me and guided her down onto the mattress. Raking my fingers down her back, she shivered beneath my touch and I took a moment to watch her, not quite believing that all of her soft smooth skin was mine to touch and caress.
My hands gripped her hips, grinding my hard length against her ass, showing her what she did to me every—damn—time. Taking a firm hold of her ass, spreading the cheeks to see the virgin entrance, my breath caught in my throat. One day I’d be the first man to take her there.
But not tonight.
“So fucking sexy. Every time I see you in my bed, I want you more and more.”
I let my thumb graze over her forbidden entrance. She had no idea how much pleasure I could wring from her. She gasped at my touch.
“I think we’ll play here a bit tonight.”
Her head lifted from the bed and she glanced over her shoulder, uncertainty clear in her eyes. “I’ve never—”
“I know.” I bent down to whisper in her ear, sliding my thumb over the tiny hole. “We won’t get there tonight, but I want to try something new. Something you’ve never done. Trust me.”
“I do.”
She lowered her head back to the mattress. Tension still tightened her muscles, but she relaxed imperceptibly with my reminder.
Reaching over, I moved the towel to the side and took the three things I thought she’d enjoy the most. My cock pulsed at the images they stirred in my head. With a soft groan, I flipped the top on the bottle and poured the cool liquid on my fingertips before sliding them down her crease, letting my thumb slip inside.
She clenched, holding me tightly. Starting at the base of her spine, I tasted her skin, licking a path up her back. “You taste as sweet as you look.”
“Oh God.” Her soft moan was muffled by the sheets.
When I felt her relax I moved my thumb, in a bit and back out again, letting her grow accustom to the sensation. She writhed on the bed when I stretched my index finger forward to brush over her clit. The moment her body pushed back trying to pull in more, I knew she was ready.
Letting my finger slip from her body, I picked up the brand new plug and coated it to make entry easier on her. I placed the small sliver plug at her entrance, all the while using my fingers to tease her center. Fire raced through me watching the plug slip inside.
“Oh, that’s—oh!” Her words became incoherent babble when I circled the little nub.
“Sweetheart, that’s nothing.”
Gripping her hips, I rolled her head to face me. I raised an eyebrow, letting the question hang in the air.
Her eyes burned with lust. “Feels full.”
“It’s about to get better.”
I flipped her to her back, bending my head and sucking her nipple into my mouth, bringing it to a stiff peak. While I paid the same attention to her other tight bud, I connected the clamp.
“Ashton,” she whimpered, her back arching off the bed.
“You like that.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I connected the other clamp, the thin silver chain a delicate contrast to ivory skin and gave it a quick tug, my dick surging at the sight of her. She was so responsive. I tried to be patient, but I’d hit my limit. All I wanted was to slide into the warm heat of her pussy and feel the delicious friction of the plug, stretching her for me.
I entered her in one smooth thrust.
“Holy shit,” she cried out. “Oh my God, I—”
A quick thrust in and out and all conversation was forgotten. I captured her lips, sliding my tongue inside. My body moved in the same rhythm: taking and giving. Each groan and cry from her lips pushed me further, the tugs on the chain making her clamp down on me harder. The tight heat was almost too much to bear.
I wouldn’t make it much longer, and by the way her body undulated against mine I knew she was close too. Gliding my hand down her ribs, I slipped it between our bodies, thumbing her clit until she went off like an explosion. Her pussy rippled around me, combined with the pressure from the plug and I couldn’t hold back. Two more sharp thrusts and I emptied myself inside her body.
She lay there, panting, a dazed look in her eyes. I pulled the plug from her, eliciting a groan, and carefully removed the clamps. There wasn’t a part of her that wouldn’t be sensitive tonight. Taking the toys to the bathroom, I grabbed a washcloth to clean her up. I ran the warm cloth over her body while she lay there, unmoving, completely sated.
I knew you were perfect.