Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
My heart beats fast as adrenaline rushes through my veins. Apprehension also creeps in. I want to swallow. I want to know what it feels like to make a guy come in my mouth. He thrusts hard and fast, holding nothing back, and I know this is it—this is the day I’m going to know what it’s like to swallow.
To really taste a man.
“Goddamn, Sadie. Feels amazing.” He shoves his cock deeper, making me gag, and I jerk back without thinking. He pulls out and places both hands on the tile. He’s glancing down at me, his chest heaving, water dripping down the perfect cut of his abs. “Do you want to swallow?”
I nod, but doubt plagues me. “I need you to make me.”
He raises a brow. “Are you sure? Because making you swallow my load is a bigger turn-on than you realize.”
He likes the control. Likes to call the shots. Right then, I get the sense he’s been holding back, and this is his way of warning me.
Make a decision, and be sure about it.
Problem is, I don’t think I’ll ever be sure. It’s one of those things I’ll just have to do in order to get past the fear of the unknown.
“I want to swallow.” I lock my eyes on his. “Don’t let me back out.”
“Not a chance in hell, Sawyer.”
This is what I wanted, right? For Ashton to teach me how to suck off a guy. From the moment I saw Jake thrust into the mouth of his assistant, I wanted to be the one on my knees, and now I am.
Keeping his hands on the wall, Ash pushes the tip of his cock against my lips again. “Open.” It’s only one word, but there’s an undeniable note of command behind it. Protesting is impossible with that tone ringing in my ears.
I part my lips, and he pushes in again.
“Hands behind your back. Don’t move them.”
I follow his orders. The pose is one of complete submission. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. I’m putting my trust in Ashton’s hands, counting on him to take what I so desperately want to give.
He pumps in and out of my mouth for a while, his tempo languid as if we have all the time in the world, as if my mouth was designed to be used like this. Each time he shoves in again, my pulse ratchets higher, drumming at my collarbone. Sounding off in my ears.
The way he’s drawing this out is driving me crazy.
“Close your eyes,” he says in that raspy tone he uses when he’s on edge. As my lids drift shut, he grabs my head in both hands.
I start shaking. There’s no backing out now.
“Nothing to be scared of, Sadie. Just let it happen.”
My heart skips a beat as he starts plunging with purpose. He’s got such a tight grip on my head that I couldn’t pull back if I wanted to.
It happens so fast.
I gag as he thrusts down my throat. He expels a long series of grunts and groans as he holds me immobile in his grasp. My gag reflex can’t take anymore, and I try jerking back, but he won’t let me.
“Fuck, I’m coming, Sadie. I’m fucking coming.”
I whine around his cock, begging for mercy. Hoping it’ll be over soon.
And then it is.
Ashton withdraws, and I glance up to find him breathing hard, arms shaking under his weight as he props himself against the shower wall.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, but before I can speak, he lifts me to my feet. Our chests smash together as he buries his face in the crook of my shoulder. Spearing one hand through my hair, he presses the other against the small of my back, holding me against him as warm water sprays on us.
And I love the way he’s trembling—it’s a surefire sign that what we just did affected him the way it affected me.
“You bring me to my knees, Sawyer.” The words blast against my neck as powerfully as the truth in them blasts through the last of my defenses. Something too strong for me to fight coils around my heart. Rises in my throat.
Fear.
I let out a shaky breath, scared of drawing him closer even as my arms tighten around him. I can’t even think straight as I run a hand up between the valley of his shoulder blades and sink my fingers into his hair.
And that’s the moment I know we made a horrible mistake.
Ashton
I can’t get Sadie’s deer-caught-in-the-headlights look out of my head. It’s especially disturbing because I’ve seen it plenty of times in the mirror whenever a girl begins showing signs of getting too serious.
It’s the same damn expression I wear right before I break things off with whoever I happen to be screwing at the time.
Now that same look is lingering in Sadie’s eyes, and I don’t like it one bit. She tried to play it off. Tried using the excuse that Mandy would be home soon to get me out of her apartment.
But she’s scared, and it has nothing to do with sucking and swallowing. She feels more than she’s letting on, and I hate how she’s wrestling with herself over this. We’re approaching a fork in the road, and it’s coming up way too fast for my liking.
If I can’t win her over, I’ll have to let her go in order to save our friendship.
I know her as well as I know myself. Sadie has always been part of me, but over time that part morphed into this ball of longing in my gut I can’t ignore any longer. I’m dying to taste her lips, aching to get inside her body. Not just her body, but her soul.
The realization has been trickling in for what seems like forever, and now it’s crashing over me like an unstoppable wave. I fucking want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything.
The annoying redhead my sister befriended on the playground when we were young and innocent. The fiery girl who infiltrated my heart before I even realized it was happening.
The stunning woman who has me wrapped now.
I pull into my driveway and cut the engine on the bike. The rain has slowed to a drizzle, and tiny drops collect in my hair and on my coat as I head up the pathway to my front door. I stall at the sight of the shadowy form sitting on my front stoop. Corinne is huddling under the awning, staying dry from the rain.
“How long have you been waiting?”
“Not too long.”
Stepping past her, I insert a key into the doorknob. “You should have called,” I say, wincing at my harsh tone as I swing the door open.
She rises to her feet. “I would have if I’d known you’d be in such a shitty mood.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” I switch on a light and gesture for her to come inside.
Corinne follows me into the living room. “I messaged you. Didn’t you get it?”