"Oh, yeah.” He swivelled his hand around, so his thumb could circle my throbbing clit. He was bloody right, I leant into his grip. A couple of more strokes, I was so close. "Tell me you're ready for me," he said, slipping his hands from between my thighs. I opened my eyes, saw the frank need in his eyes and smiled. I let go of the hook, shaking my shoulders out, then pushed him backwards. I pulled off my cardigan with the other hand, kicking my skirt off as soon as I could unbutton it. He landed on his back on the bed, watching me with a grin. I grabbed the lube from beside the bed, squirted some in my palm, rolled a condom over his dick and then closed my hand around his rigid erection.
"Jesus, Ash . . .," he hissed, his hips jerking almost involuntarily in time with my strokes, "not going to last." I pulled away, wiped my hand on the sheets, and then took the rest of my clothes off. He watched me, propped up on his elbow as I moved over, covering him with my body. I positioned myself above him, my knees either side of his hips.
"You want this, huh?" I asked, grabbing his cock by the base and sliding the tip between my folds. "Oh, that's nice," I said as I rubbed the blunt end on my clit. God, another few strokes. . . .
"Fuck me, Ash, or I'll put you on your back and do it myself."
"What, is this what you want?" I asked, shifting, so I could slide the tip inside me, moving up and down, in short, teasing little strokes.
He growled in frustration. "Ash, your cunt was sopping, I know how much you want this."
"I do want this," I said, allowing myself to deepen the strokes slightly, "slowly."
He grabbed my hips, forcing me to stop. "Slowly is for after we've come a couple of times, after my balls stop feeling like they're boiling, ready to erupt the moment you breathe in my direction. Hard, Ash, hard and fast, now."
I planted a hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed, only keeping him quiet because I began to work him back inside. I threw my head back as I felt him slowly move deeper. "Slowly," he grabbed my hip with one hand, for a moment I thought he was going to try and force himself in. And the other? He used it to trace lazy, slow circles around my throbbing clit. "Harder," I ground out. With just a little more pressure. . . .
"Faster," he growled.
"Fine!" I said and bore down. He forced me apart, the aching spot inside me creating the most beautiful ache it was almost painful. It didn't make me want to stop, though, I wanted more. He hissed as I stopped fucking around and snapped my hips, making the head of his dick rub over and over, faster and faster until. . . . I let out a god-awful groan as my body went rigid, wave after wave of pleasure bursting through my body. I was boneless, nothing left in me as he took over, grabbing my hips and forcing them down as his pushed up. "Ash, Ash . . .," he said finally, pulling me down beside him.
"You realise my mother knows as much about you as I do," I said as we lay curled up in bed.
He grinned at that, "What do you want to know?"
"How about why you turned up at my parents for starters?"
"Straight for the throat, huh?"
“You ‘had work to do'. I wasn't expecting to see you again, ever, let alone at Mum and Dad's."
He pulled me in close to his body, mouth to mouth, laying gentle brushing kisses on my lips before pulling back to look me in the eyes. “Love, I gotta admit, I haven’t had a girl run quite as hot and cold on me as you do. I didn’t know if you were going to slap me or fuck me when we first met. You were this wildcat, with those flashing eyes. I gotta say, I had only intended on being a little bit of a smart arse, but when you started firing up. . . ."
"You were being a prick because I was trying to respect what I thought was your relationship with Amber? What are you, twelve?"
"Then you were all over me, hotter than sin. I mean, I’ve had some hot sex with some girls. . . ."
"Really, this is what you want to go with?"
“The thing is Ash, you’re on, then you’re off. We fuck five or six times, but you expect me to walk out the door at 4 a.m. for some reason. Just sleeping with you last night, was the most peace I've experienced in a long time. I like the fucking—"
"I know," I said as I felt his groin tilt towards me, his cock beginning to harden.
"But I like the rest, too. I don't know you, I know nothing about you really, but something about you feels so right. I could see you didn’t want me to come today, but Ash, that first day you let me see a bit under all that bluster—”
"I don't bluster,” I grumbled.
“You push people away, keep them at arm's length and assume they'll walk out, but me? I'm not going anywhere, not unless you tell me clean and clear, you don't want this or me." His arms closed around me and he buried his face in my hair, his kisses a muted scratchy presence along my spine. He kept me held close to him, so I felt the shift of his body as he moved lower and lower and I couldn’t decide if I felt elated or trapped. “That’s my intentions, Ash, to see this through until one or both of us wants out and I gotta say, you need to be real clear if you want out, because all these little defence mechanisms you’ve got going, don’t stand a chance of stopping me from getting this.”
21
I wasn’t sure how I felt about Gabe and what he’d said, but for now, I was keeping him. The sex was great and it felt like there was potential there, but even without that I probably would have kept him around, just so I knew who I’d be waking up beside each morning. Tess had been on a books and Netflix binge ever since it seemed the curse was broken or something.
“You need to take me with you,” Jez said as I was packing up the shop for the day. Tess was coming along leaps and bounds with the portal and had started to run that side of the business. She and Merlin had rearranged and audited our stock and began making contacts to bring in more of the more popular lines. If it meant I was getting out of the magical Tai Chi crap Merlin kept trying to teach us, I was cool with it.
“It’s not a big deal,” I said, pulling down the blinds and checking the back locks. I ducked over to stick my head in the tattoo shop. It was really coming along now. Tattooing stations had been set up on either side and they had gone to considerable expense to turn one of the front bay windows into a doorway of its own.
“This is really coming along,” I said to Flea, who was putting in some finishing touches.