Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
“Leave them open.”
Her hand pauses, fingers itching to shut out the possibility of prying eyes. She glances at me once more, hesitation lining her face, and I stand my ground.
Waiting.
Because she knows what to do.
Facing me fully, she gives the window her backside and grips the hem of her top before shedding her clothes without modesty. Getting naked in front of me isn’t a novelty. I point to the desk tucked against a wall, and she bends over the hard surface, sticking her ass out the way she knows I like. I pull the tie from her hair and admire how her blond locks splay across her back.
“Spread ’em wider,” I say, nudging the backs of her ankles with my foot as I unzip.
She parts her legs in invitation, but more importantly, total surrender. “I’ve missed this,” she moans, grasping the edges of the desk with both hands. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. First, tell me why you’re home cramming on a Friday night. Were you procrastinating, Corinne?”
“Y-yes.”
I bring my palm down on her right cheek with a satisfying smack. “Shameful. You know better.” I smack her other cheek, using more force this time, and she flinches.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
This girl lives to take my punishments. She’ll do anything to get me thrusting between her thighs, and nothing turns me on more than a red ass. I smack her flesh for several minutes, growing harder with every flinch and gasp. A dip of my fingers into her sex confirms what I already know.
She’s drenched as fuck.
“God, Ashton. I’m dying here.” With a long, needy moan, she pushes her ass into my waiting palms, silently begging me to take her.
I roll on a condom and nudge her opening, on the cusp of entering her, and that’s when I falter.
That’s when I see the flaming shade of auburn instead of blond. The memory of Sadie’s mouth on me is too potent. Too shattering. Too fucking distracting.
What the hell? My dick has never been so hard and ready to go, but it has nothing to do with the woman spread out in front of me, more than willing. For the first time ever, I can’t muster the will to fuck.
Sadie has totally messed with my head, and she’s going to explain. She’s going to pay for this.
“I can’t do this right now,” I say, removing the condom. It’s one thing to fuck a woman with no strings attached, but it’s another to do it while wishing she were someone else.
Letting out a ragged breath, I step away from Corinne and push both hands through my hair as the foolish, confused organ in my chest plays an erratic drumline.
Corinne stands to face me, her features pinched in disappointment. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. It’s not you.”
“What the hell is it then?”
“I’m too fucked in the head right now. I shouldn’t have come here.” Zipping up my pants, I flee her apartment and escape into the downpour.
Sadie
Someone’s sitting on my bed, their body sinking into the mattress next to my hip. Despite The Little Drummer Boy going to town in my head, I force my lids open, blinking the grit away for several seconds.
Jesus. Why is the sunlight so bright? Have those rays always come through my bedroom window with the power to blind a person?
And why is Ashton sitting on my bed first thing in the morning? As I push my tangled hair from my eyes, everything that I did the night before floods back.
“Oh, God…” I yank the covers over my face.
He pulls them back down. “Wanna tell me why you did that last night?”
Shaking my head with a groan, I haul my blanket over my head again and mutter an incomprehensible “no.”
Ashton jerks the comforter below my chin, knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, and I know there’s no way in hell he’s going to let what happened last night go. And he isn’t going away until I give him an explanation. But the truth is too convoluted for even me to grasp. In my drunken state, still hurt over finding Jake with his pants down and another woman’s lips wrapped around his cock, I was drawn to Ashton.
For comfort?
For revenge?
Or because…no.
“C’mon, Sadie. You can’t suck my cock out of the blue and expect me to not ask why.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “I caught Jake’s assistant blowing him last night.”
He quirks an unsurprised brow, but at least he has the grace not to say
I told you so. Mandy’s already given me enough hell about Jake and his womanizing vibes.
I sit up, careful to keep the lower half of my body covered, and Ashton scoots over on the mattress to give me more room.
“So you did it to…what? Get back at him?”
“No!” My eyes wide, I temper my voice before continuing. “I was drunk. I’m not sure why I did it.”
“How long have we known each other?”
A very long time. Almost too long to remember the exact day I met him. “Years.”
“That’s right. Too damn long to skirt around this. You know you can tell me anything.” He swallows hard, and for a split second, his gaze wavers. “No matter what, Sadie.” Something catches in his voice, but I can’t put my finger on what it is. Hope? Fear?
Uncertainty seizes my heart, especially since my feelings for him are completely messed up—are nothing more than twisted vines strangling my gut. I bite my lip, deliberating, and finally settle on what little truth I can give him.
“I guess I was curious. I’m not…experienced…in that department.” Or any department, really. “That’s probably the reason he decided to feed someone else his dick.” The words come out with more vehemence than I intended.
“So let me get this straight. Jake decided to be an asshole because you wouldn’t give him head?”
“Not because I didn’t want to,” I mumble.
“Jesus Christ, Sadie. Jake did what he did because he doesn’t deserve you.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know the first thing about pleasing a guy.” Groaning, I cover my face with my hands. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”