“Not compatible, huh?” His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t quite read. “Was he a bottom too?”
“Maybe I wanted him to be one.” I tore my eyes from his, looking at his chest instead. A flutter of nerves moved through me. “How do you know I didn’t go there to fuck him?”
“You expect me to believe you’re a top?” He chuckled, bumping my chest with his.
I stumbled back so I didn’t fall on my ass.
“Maybe not a top, but I could be vers.”
“Are you?”
I made the mistake of looking into his eyes again. They were so dark, so intense.
I swallowed around my suddenly arid throat.
“I don’t know,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
It was true. I didn’t know what I was because I’d never done either role. It was a pretty safe bet I was a bottom, considering how much I liked stuffing things in my butt, but it wasn’t like I’d never wondered what it would be like to be the one sticking my dick in someone else.
“Did you go there to fuck him?”
Ash’s voice was soft but still held a commanding edge that hit me right in the chest.
Fuck. Why did I like that so much? His high-handed attitude had always pissed me off. Why was it suddenly turning me on?
“No,” I whispered, turning my face from his as my ears heated.
He gripped my upper arms in his big hands and bumped my chest with enough force I would have gone sprawling if he hadn’t been holding on to me.
I let him push me back until I was pressed against the wall, sandwiched between it and him.
He ran his hands down my arms and grabbed my wrists, then slammed them against the wall.
A full-body shudder tore through me. “Oh!”
“Fuck,” he snarled, his lips right next to my ear.
“Ash,” I breathed, tilting my hips to press my hardening dick against his thigh.
“Tell me to leave you alone.”
“Huh?” I blinked up at him.
He looked conflicted. There was anger and desire there, but also something that looked suspiciously like regret.
“I’m too angry right now, Jules. I can’t be gentle. Tell me to stop.”
I wet my dry lips with my tongue. Ash’s eyes tracked the movement, and a thrill shot through me.
“Maybe I don’t want gentle.”
His nostrils flared, his pupils dilating as he stared down at me.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Don’t I?” I pressed my cock against his thigh.
“Jules.” The warning in his voice was clear.