Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
With each step he takes toward the private bath off my bedroom, I self-destruct a little more. The fear of how this will end is too much to bear, so I toss my apprehension into the empty grave in my soul where my feelings for him used to reside.
I’m going to give myself permission to follow his lead. I’m going to give myself permission to fucking enjoy him.
And somehow, I’ll find a way to keep from falling for him too hard.
Our teeth are on the verge of chattering by the time he sets me on my feet in the shower stall. He switches on the water, turning the knob to hot, and pulls me under the spray with him.
“Turn around,” he says, voice rough with desire. I pivot, facing the wall, and he slides his palms down my arms. Taking my wrists in his hands, he lifts my arms and makes me flatten my palms against the tile.
“Ash?” I can’t hide the nervous tremor in my voice—it matches the flutters of excitement going off low in my belly.
“Shhh, just follow my lead.” He speaks the words in a low tone, his breath warming my neck. Slowly, he edges my feet apart with his foot.
My hands are on the tile.
My feet are planted on the floor shoulder-width apart.
And I’ve never felt so vulnerable. Part of me likes this feeling too much.
“Don’t move your hands.”
A shiver breaks out on my skin, despite the heat from the water, and all I can manage is a muted nod. He shifts behind me, then his fingers are trailing down my spine, sparking zaps of awareness on my skin.
Is that his lips on the small of my back? The undeniable heat of his tongue spreads low on my spine, and my breath hitches.
He’s making me light-headed. Dizzy with longing. I bite my lip to keep quiet because I’m about to beg him to touch me.
Really touch me. The space between my legs is throbbing for his hands and mouth.
He drags his palms over my butt-cheeks before bringing a hand down with a loud smack. I can’t hold back a small cry of surprise.
“I like a red ass, Sadie. Can you handle it?”
Can I? I’m not sure, but I’m aching between my legs too much to care. “Uh-huh,” I mumble.
“That’s not an answer.” He lets loose another smack. “Answer me.”
“Yes!”
Smack!
The blow comes with more force than the last two, and with a small whimper, I shoot to my toes.
He snakes an arm around my waist and gently pulls me into his body, bending me until I’m arching my spine. Until my ass is raised for better access.
“Perfect,” he rasps out. “You’ve got the finest ass. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“No.” Shit, no one’s ever touched me like this either. Looked at me like this. And no one has ever wanted to spank me before. The more time I spend with Ash, the more we tumble down the rabbit hole of whatever this is.
Who knew he was hiding this side of him all these years behind that flirty grin?
He spanks me again, and I jump once more with a small gasp. Jesus, I’m surprised I like it so much. His palm comes down over and over, alternating between my left and right cheeks.
Fuck, it’s starting to sting, and I can’t help but whimper and squirm. The urge to press my thighs together is overwhelming. The longer I stand like this, the more likely my arousal will drip down my legs.
I sense him crouching behind me, his hot breath fanning over my left butt-cheek. He parts his mouth over my flesh and sinks his teeth in.
“Ash.” His name is little more than a throaty cry, and I clench my jaw to keep from moaning again. His nibble doesn’t hurt. If anything, the location of his mouth is making me wetter. Needier. God, I’m desperate for him to touch me.
He runs his nose down my inner thigh. So close, but so far away. It’s pure torture.
“I’m gonna touch you,” he says, planting soft kisses on my skin as he grazes my other thigh with his fingers. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
I’ve never wanted it more. But getting my vocal cords to work is proving to be impossible. I arch into his touch, hoping he’ll get the message.
“No, Sadie. I want you to say the words. If you want my fingers in your pussy, you’re gonna have to tell me.”
“Jesus, Ash. You’re driving me insane.”
“I can drive you insane for hours, and I will if you don’t say the words.”
My pride lets an endless amount of seconds tick by, but eventually, I cave to the need clawing inside me. “Touch me,” I choke out.
He slips his fingers inside me, and his touch is different from last night, when he shoved them into my pussy while spanking me. Now, his movements are careful. Teasing. He’s taking his time, extracting low moaning cries from my throat.
“You’re so wet.”
I’ve been drenched since the restaurant, but I suspect he already knew that. I can still see the smug tilt of his lips as he sat across from me, watching while I engaged in an embarrassing but entirely thrilling display of public indecency.
His fingers dip in and out of my pussy, his pace unhurried, and I’m rocking my hips, moving with his hand in a dance of want and need. My breaths become choppy as water drips off my hair and slides down my face. And his fingers…
God, he knows how to use them.
He glides up to my clit and rubs circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want you to come.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper as my lids drift shut. I block out everything—the tile under my palms, the spray of the shower raining down on us, the rapid pace of my thumping heartbeat.
I focus all of my attention on his fingers and what they’re doing to me between my legs. Hot and drenched to the core, I can’t stop the pressure from building. That soaring high is almost within reach. A groan escapes my mouth. I’m so close, but he won’t touch me the way I need him to.
“I need more, Ash.”
He groans. “You’re sexy as sin when you’re desperate, Sawyer.” Pressing more firmly on my clit, he bites into my ass again.
“Please,” I whine.
He reaches around and palms my breast. The caress on my nipple, his teeth nibbling in naughty places, and those fingers swirling through my most intimate spot—all of it crashes together, igniting an explosion, and I cry out his name.
The orgasm seizes my limbs, and I can do nothing but stand there with my thighs trembling as my body pulses and contracts around his fingers. Long seconds go by, and my uneven breaths mix with his ragged ones as the shower tries to drown both sounds out.
Ash stands behind me, and the hard length of his cock presses against my lower back. “If I don’t get inside your mouth, I might die.” He whirls me and pushes down on my shoulders until I drop to my knees. Grabbing the base of his cock, he pushes the wet crown against my lips. There’s no waiting for me to take him in this time. Ashton takes control by fisting my hair as he thrusts into my mouth.