“Condom,” I croaked.
A hand closed over the back of my neck and shoved me against the wall so my cheek was pressed against it.
“I’m reckless, not stupid,” he said in my ear, his voice a sexy rasp. “Can I trust you to stay here while I go get one?”
“My wallet, in my pocket,” I said shakily.
“What a good little Boy Scout.”
“I never did scouts,” I mumbled.
He chuckled, let go of my neck, and dug my wallet out of my back pocket.
I didn’t move, keeping my cheek against the wall as I used it to stay upright.
My knees were weak, my legs shaking. I didn’t trust myself not to fall over if I tried to stand on my own.
Having my jeans around my thighs, squeezing them together, made it feel like I was restrained. Like I was helpless, and Ash could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d have to take it.
I fucking loved it.
The sharp sound of foil tearing hit my ears. Then slippery fingers poked at my hole.
“Look at you.” He pressed his chest against my back and dipped one finger inside me. “You’re already wet for me.”
“Ungh.”
I’d meant to tell him I’d prepped for my failed hookup, but the only thing that came out of me was a strangled moan.
“That’s it, slut. Moan for me.”
He shoved his finger deeper. The sudden pressure sent a zing of pleasure up my spine.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“So wet, so ready.” He bit my earlobe, pulled his finger out, then shoved two fingers deep inside me.
“Fuck!”
“That’s it, slut. Scream for me. I can’t wait until it’s my cock in your hole, stretching you so good you’ll feel me for days.” He corkscrewed his fingers inside me, brushing them against my prostate.
I didn’t know if he was toying with me or giving me some added prep, but at that point, I didn’t care. I just wanted him to keep touching me.
Big hands split me open, and a slick cock slid between my spread cheeks, rubbing against my hole and leaving my crease wet with lube.
“Ask me for my cock.”
“What?”
“Ask me for my cock. Ask me to fuck you.”
“Ash,” I whined, shifting my hips to try and get him to slip inside me.
“Such an eager little slut.”
His voice was different, tinged with something that sounded dangerously like fondness or maybe even affection?
No. It couldn’t be. That was just my romantic and fanciful brain hearing things that weren’t there.