But then, there’s always going to be Client 5 in the back. Because no matter what I do with Arsen tonight, no matter how many ways I give myself to him—no matter how much I let him own me, in the morning I’ll be rushing out the door to take the call from Client 5.
Arsen brings his face down to meet mine.
And I take a step back.
He looks at me with concern and tears start to come down my eyes.
There’s only one thing for a lady to do in this situation.
I turn around and start to run away.
14
Arsen
What the fuck just happened? I say something nice—and true—and she bolts on me? And crying! I look in astonishment as she runs down the sidewalk, my body frozen by surprise. Wake up, Arsen! I can’t let her go like that!
I start running down the street, my feet flying over the pavement as I close in on her. Her heels are clicking, the sound getting louder with each step I take. Then she looks over her shoulder and, realizing I’m following after her, cuts into a dark alley.
What the hell is she thinking? Running into a dark and deserted place like that this late? Now I really can’t let her go.
I reach for her, my fingers curling around her wrist as I pull her in. She turns to me, her makeup slightly smeared from the tears. With one hand around her waist I take the other one to her face and brush her cheeks gently.
“What were you thinking, Ashley? You can’t wander away like that, it’s dangerous,” I say, waving at the desert
ed alley, the pale lights of the street barely reaching us.
She says nothing, her wide eyes staring into mine as if she truly doesn't know what to say. My heart is beating like a motherfucker, making my bones rattle. I can’t lose her! Fuck, I can’t even believe I’m saying this—me, Arsen fucking Hawke. But it’s true… I can’t stand the thought of losing her. I need to say something, to make whatever hesitancy she holds inside her heart go away… But, just like her, I can’t find the words.
She’s breathing hard now, her body so close to mine I can almost feel the warmness of her skin through her clothes. Fuck, my cock is already twitching just by having her this close. There’s something about her that makes me lose all control… And even though we’re outside, I can’t help but let instinct take over. I push her back against the wall, my hands on her waist as I lean in to kiss her.
I swear, I just wanted one more kiss. But now that my lips are on hers, there’s no way that we’re going to be able to stop. No fucking way. Her hands are already on my back, pulling me in, all of her hesitation thrown out of the window. I let my hands go up her side and, grabbing a handful of her beautiful blonde hair, I yank on it; she throws her head back, opening her eyes and returning my gaze. One look and I can already tell she’s as hungry as I am for more.
Who cares if we can be caught going at it? Who gives a fuck, really? If anything, it only adds to the moment.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her, breathing as hard as she is. My blood’s boiling, my heart’s drumming and my cock is already hard as steel. I’m ready for battle. “Right now,” I add, leaning forward and pressing my lips against her neck. Her hands slide down my back and she traces the contour of my belt; then, stretching her fingers wide, she grabs my cock harshly, all of her desire contained in that one simple motion.
Still kissing her neck, I let one hand fall to her chest and I squeeze her right breast, feeling the perfect fleshy curves molding to my hand. My other hand goes around her waist and I cup her ass, the memories of her naked body flooding me at once as I grab her. My cock pulses against her hand, so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped its way out of my pants. Yes, I want to fuck her this bad.
She curls her fingers even more tightly around my shaft, slightly moving her wrist up and down and stroking me over the fabric of my pants. Acting as if it had a will of its own, the hand I have on her breast falls down her chest and goes straight to between her thighs; bunching up her dress, I flatten the palm of my hand there, cupping her pussy harshly over all of her clothing. There are layers of fabric between the two of us, but the anxious way she’s breathing already tells me she is soaking wet. And, fuck, just thinking of that makes me want to go down on my knees and taste her right here. And why the fuck not?
Both my hands go to her waist and, pinning her against the wall, I go down. My eyes never leave hers, a spark of desire flickering in her face as my knees touch the floor; she knows what’s coming, and she can’t wait for it. I throw a quick glance to the side, making sure there’s no one around to see us, and I go for it: I hook my thumbs on the hemline of her dress and lift it up to her waist, pressing my mouth over her thong at the same time.
The moment my lips touch the wet black fabric, I breathe in. Her scent hits me at once, sweet and intoxicating… Just like a drug, it makes me fucking high. I forget all about where I am; the only thing my mind can process is the perfect wet pussy right in front of me. I suck on her over the fabric, her juices hitting my tongue immediately; swear to God, I suck so hard I think her thong goes dry. With a flick of my fingers I push it to the side then, my lips meeting her folds. I close my eyes, savoring her most intimate parts with my mouth. How can a woman taste this fucking amazing? I could eat her out for hours and hours.
Slightly tilting my head sideways, I suck her folds inside my mouth, her juices coating the inside of my mouth. I part my lips, letting my tongue run over the length of her pussy, and then I circle her soft clit. She trembles slightly, her hands now on my head, disheveling my hair. I place one hand under her ass, forcing her to lift one leg up; she does it willingly, placing her leg over my shoulder. Grinning, I pull back just for one second, my eyes opening as I look up at her: she has her eyes closed, her back against the wall as her chest rises and falls softly. God, she looks so fucking sweet.
I go for it once more, my eyelids closing as I wrap my lips tightly around her clit. I suck on it, pressing down with my tongue at the same time; her fingers curl around my hair more harshly, I can already feel her breathing becoming even harder. That just makes me suck on her even more eagerly, her flavor inundating my mind and making me lose all sense of self.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I press it against her folds, jabbing my tongue past her inner lips as I place one arm over her waist, my hand reaching for her clit. I find it with two fingers, and I immediately start rubbing her soft sweet spot. A tenuous moan leaves her lips, her hands running back and forth over my hair; then, her fingers like hooks on my hair, she pulls on my head as she thrusts with her hips. I go fucking insane, her scent climbing all the way up to my brain like a bullet. I’m no longer eating her out. I’m fucking devouring her, my tongue and fingers working her with a hunger only Ashley can tame.
I keep on sucking and licking until I feel her close to the verge of ecstasy. Then I keep going, her moan turning into a loud sigh as she arches her back against the wall, her body becoming as tense as a coiled spring.
Thrusting hard against my mouth, she comes hard, holding my head in place as I feel sweet little spasms taking over the muscles in her thighs. Only when the pressure in her fingers eases up do I pull back, slowly opening my eyes and looking up at her. Her eyes are still closed, her head against the wall as she tries to catch her breath. I put the leg she has over my shoulder down on the floor and stand up, her dress falling down over her waist and covering her. I almost reach for it, anxious to simply rip it off and shred it to pieces, but saner thoughts prevail and, somehow, I manage to control my urges.
“You taste so fucking amazing,” I whisper against her ear, my cock tenting my boxer briefs and pants. “I love how your pussy tastes, Ashley.”
A smile on her lips, she opens her eyes slowly and purrs, her words driving me completely insane.