I stand there in the hallway, my heart racing. It’s dark, just the streetlights outside shining through the window and noise from late-night partiers on the street. Ash throws his keys and wallet down on the table, and turns back to face me, three feet away.
We stare hungrily at each other. In the dim light, his face is shadowed, but I can see the desire written all over his face. It makes my stomach twist, and my pussy ache.
Suddenly, it all comes crashing in. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for all this time. I gulp for air, overwhelmed. My legs are still weak and my breath is coming fast from that scene in the cab. Holy fuck it was hot. I can’t believe we just did that. It felt so dirty and thrilling -- and I didn’t want it to stop.
He pushes every one of my limits, and makes my fantasies come true. Now I have him all alone. No interruptions. Nobody to see.
No place to hide.
He knows me better than anyone, and now, there’ll be nothing between us at all.
I stare at Ash, waiting for some cue. Finally, he reaches up and slowly loosens his tie. He pulls it free and tosses it on the floor. He raises an eyebrow: a challenge.
Your turn.
My nerves disappear. It’s still just a game, I tell myself, regret mingling with excitement in my veins.
I kick off one shoe, then the other.
Ash smiles, and unbuttons his shirt. He throws it down, and I drink in the sight of his naked torso: a lean, swimmer’s body, all muscle and taut, tanned flesh.
Yum.
I undo the zipper on my dress and let it fall to the ground. My panties are still decorating the statue of Oscar, so I’m left wearing my black lace push up bra -- and nothing else.
Ash’s jaw clenches. He unbuckles his belt, and strips off his pants. I can see the outline of his cock straining against his briefs: hard and thick.
I shiver. God, I want him.
I unhook my bra and slowly slide it down my arms. The night air hits my naked breasts, and my nipples stiffen.
Ash shoves his briefs down. His cock springs free, standing hard and massive as he kicks the last of his clothing aside.
My thighs clench.
We’re both naked now, and Jesus, the tension crackling between us could light a city block on fire. My pulse is racing, and I’m dying to touch him, but something keeps me locked in place, waiting for him to make his move.
His eyes move slowly from my head to my toes. I can feel the burning path of his gaze on my skin. Every nerve in my body is humming with excitement, until finally he reaches my face again.
“Turn around.” Ash’s voice is low and thick with lust. “Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs.”
Holy shit.
My pussy throbs. I do as he says. I turn my back and put my hands up against the door. I widen my stance and arch back, thrusting my ass in the air.
Ash moves closer. “I remember what you told me, about those guys you hooked up with who couldn’t make you come to save their lives.”
His voice shivers down my spine, that sexy accent, all crisp and dominating. He strokes gently across my shoulders, and brushes my hair back from my neck.
“You said how you wished they would just take charge. Not wait for permission for every little thing. Just go ahead and fuck you like a real man.”
He twists my hair in his fist and pulls.
Jesus. Heat floods through me. My legs go weak with lust, but I keep position: hands up, legs spread.
“Is this what you want, JJ?” He whispers against my ear, every breath making me even wetter. Ash gives another tug: not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show he means business.
He’s in charge now, and fuck, I love it.
“Is this what you imagined?” he demands. “All those nights you kicked them out the door and finished yourself off because they were too pussy to get you there?”
“Yes,” I gasp, reeling from the thrill. I’ve fantasized about a man who could dominate me like this: a real man, not the boys in law school and college. They liked to talk, sure, but when it came down to it, they were fumbling and meek, or blandly unimaginative.
But Ash? Damn. He’s hotter than I even imagined. Dirtier, harder, more playful all in one irresistibly sexy package.
He knows me. He knows exactly what I want.
Now, he tugs gently on my hair; strokes softly across my naked back, making me shiver and moan.
“Did you picture someone holding you down like this,” he growls, “making you wet, giving that sweet ass the spanking it deserves?”
Before I can process his words, his free hand cracks against my bare ass in a delicious slap.
I let out a shriek of surprise.
Ash spanks me again, on the other cheek this time. The shock jolts through me, a delicious pressure mingling together in a thrilling and unfamiliar buzz.
Oh God, yes.
I arch back, wiggling my ass for more.
Ash gives a throaty chuckle. “Goddamn, JJ. How can you be this good?”
He lands another hard slap, tugging on my hair at the same time so my body is arched and taut for him. The sensation crashes through me. I’m dizzy with lust now, fuck, it feels like a dream. The darkness, his commanding voice. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life before. This is incredible.
He spanks me again, making me moan, then smoothes his hand over my stinging flesh. He dips between my thighs to stroke my lips.
“Juicy and tight,” he says, testing one finger inside of me. “Are you ready for me, darling?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and God, I’ve never been more ready. Ready for his cock to split me wide open, ready for his hands to clench me tight.
“Are you sure about that?” Ash’s voice turns teasing. He slides his finger out and strokes over my aching nipples, coating them in my slick juices and giving them a delicious, sharp tweak.
I shudder with excitement, my whole body trembling. “Now, Ash, I need you!”
“What’s the magic word?” he growls in my ear.
I pause. I’ve never begged, not for anyone. It was always a line I didn’t cross, the way I stayed in control. I could take it or leave it, walk away at any time.
But we both know, I crossed that line with Ash a long time ago. I want him so bad, I don’t care I’m breaking my own rules.
“C’mon, JJ,” Ash demands. He slides his hand down, rubbing possessively over my clit in time with his filthy words. “You need it, don’t you? You want my cock thrusting deep inside you. You’re gagging for it, I can feel your pussy dripping for more.”
He gives me another hard rub and I break. “Please,” I gasp, feeling so empty, so close to the edge. “Fuck me, Ash. I need you to. Now.”
Without a word, Ash grips my hips, yanks me back and impales me on his hard, demanding cock.
Oh. My. God.
I scream with pleasure at the feel of him, stretching me wide open, tearing me apart.
Ash pulls back, then thrusts into me again, so hard I slam forwards against the wall. Holy shit, I feel him everywhere. Every inch, rubbing high inside me, thick and full like nothing else. Hitting just the right spot, making my blood boil.
He pulls me to him as he fucks me, kissing down the back of my neck as he thrusts deeper.
Already, I’m close. Fuck. I gasp for air, pushing back on his thrust to take him even further.
He groans. “JJ.”
Hearing my name on his lips makes me even hotter. I climax fast, hard and sweet. Pleasure rushes through me, but he’s just getting started. Ash yanks my hair back, biting down on my shoulder. I thrust in time now, riding out my orgasm until I’m lost in the rhythm. Relentless. Dirty. Deep.
So fucking deep.
Ash suddenly pulls out and spins me around to face him. He lifts my hips and wraps my legs around his waist, slamming into me again in one hard, deep stroke.
Holy shit!
This time, he rocks against my clit with every move, driving up inside me, making me moan like crazy. I’m past self-control, this feels too fucking good. I can’t believe I’m on the edge again as I cling onto his broad shoulders, using them as leverage to grind against every stroke.
There. Fuck. Right there.
“You’re forgetting something, baby.” Ash lets out a growl. He goes still, watching me with a dark smile as my body twists for more.
“You’re not in charge this time.”