It was hot and hard and messy as fuck, but still sweet and perfect and so satisfying my toes curled, just like in the romance books I used to devour.
Ash made a hungry sound against my lips. He slid his other hand down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing my cheek until little sparks of pain joined the nearly overwhelming pleasure shooting through me.
“Ash,” I moaned, rutting against him like a horndog, needing some sort of friction before I lost my ever-loving mind.
“Fuck, Jules.” He let go of my hair and shoved his hand between us to cup my dick. “You want to come?”
“Please,” I whined.
“Switch places with me.”
“Huh?” I blinked at him, my brain not quite keeping up with the conversation.
“Get under me.”
“Oh.”
A flare of lust hit me hard and fast at the thought of getting Ash on top of me again.
We shifted and shimmied until I was on my back and Ash was kneeling over me. He stared down at me like I was the most perfect, precious thing he’d ever seen.
He raked his gaze over my upper body, his nostrils flaring and his pupils dilating. His look going from reverent to hungry.
“Ash?”
“You want me to suck you?”
My mouth dropped open at his words.
“Um, yes, please. Duh.”
Chuckling, he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck as he ran one hand down my side, skimming it over my clothes.
“You’re so damn sexy, Jules.”
“I’m nothing special.”
“Yes, you are.” He pulled back, his eyes serious. “You’re beautiful.”
I bit my lip, not wanting to agree or disagree with him.
I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I was plain. Average everything. There was nothing special about me.
“You are.” He bent his head and nipped at my chin. “You’re sweet.”Nip. “And kind.”Nip. “Smart as hell.”Nip.Nip. “And so damn beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” I fought through the swell of emotions that hit me. I wasn’t about to ruin the moment by bursting into tears just because my sort of maybe boyfriend slash stepbrother thought I was beautiful.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” He trailed a line of kisses down my neck. “Even back when I hated you, I thought you were so damn pretty. It’s one of the reasons I was so mean to you. I was attracted to you, even back then.”
“Same.” I wrapped my arms around him, tilting my head back to give him better access. He ran his tongue over the base of my throat, then kissed and nipped up the other side of my neck. “I hated you for being so hot. Hated myself for wanting you, especially since I thought you were straight.”
“I’m definitely not straight.” He chuckled against my skin as he ground his hard cock against my thigh.
“Fuck.” I bucked up against him, desperate for more friction.
“Now be a good little kitten, and let me get my mouth on that pornstar dick of yours.”
“’Kay.”