Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
Calm, logical discussions are the only way to gain any leeway with my father.
Ashton slows the car and makes a left turn, and I realize he’s headed toward his house.
“I want to go home,” I say.
He shakes his head like the stubborn, obstinate guy he is. “You’re coming back to my place.”
“I’m not in the mood for this, Ash.”
“I don’t care. What happened back there isn’t going to ruin this night.”
“Isn’t Bryce home?” I’m grasping at straws, but I don’t have the energy for any more arguments tonight. First, my father laid into me in his study earlier about everything from my dress to my date. And now this.
“Nope. He’s spending the weekend with his girlfriend, so we have the house to ourselves.”
“I’m not in the mood for this. Just take me home.”
“You got to come all over my tongue in that bathroom, sweetheart. Now it’s my turn. Besides,” he says, shooting me his patented smirk-like grin, “I think you’re overdue for another cock-sucking lesson.”
Ugh. If only my girly bits wouldn’t get so damn excited when he talks like that.
We’re silent for the next few minutes as he drives the rest of the way to his place. He pulls into the driveway and cuts the engine. We’re both shivering and rubbing our hands together in search of warmth by the time he unlocks his door.
The living room is dark, and the hallway beyond even darker. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward his bedroom, turning up the heat on the way.
We enter his room, and he flips on a soft light before the door shuts all the way behind us. And he wastes no time in undressing me. Considering I’m only wearing the scrap of fabric masquerading as a dress, minus undergarments, it’s pretty damn easy for him to get me naked.
“Get under the covers,” he says, his fingers working the buttons on his shirt.
“W-why?”
“You’re shivering still.” He gestures toward the bed. “Don’t worry. I’ll behave.” His edgy tone pricks my heart, but I ignore it as I crawl under the blankets. After he sheds his pants, he slides in beside me, arms reaching.
Fingers grasping, hands pulling, until I’m lying on top of his muscular body with his hard cock between us. I fall into the cold, turbulent sea of his eyes, my breaths shallow.
He raises a hand and thumbs the corner of my mouth. “You feel so fucking good on top of me like this.”
“You feel good too.” It’s a simple truth; one I wish I hadn’t confessed.
“I’d feel even better in your mouth.”
I start to slide down his body, but he grabs my hair, halting my progress. “I want you to go slow this time. We’ve done fast and hard, and I’ve taken control. Now I want you to learn how to tease. Nothing will reduce a man to his knees like the need to blow his load.” His gaze traps mine for a few seconds. “The longer you hold it off, the more power you have over him.”
His words make my breath hitch. I envision having power over Ashton, and something about that thrills me too much.
“Okay,” I whisper, gently yanking on my hair until it slips through his fingers like sand. “I’ll go slow.”
His hand settles on the back of my head in a guiding move. The covers fall below his washboard abs, and my gaze flicks up to meet his. As I inch my lips over the wet crown of his shaft, he shutters his eyes. I swirl my tongue around the slit, and he sucks in a breath.
And I stop to wait.
For my heartbeat to calm once more.
For him to let loose that breath.
It escapes between gritted teeth, and he gives a push to the back of my head. I soften my lips and slide my mouth down his shaft, and we settle into a lazy rhythm. Up, down, up—my tongue flicking over the slit of his crown before taking a languid journey toward the base. I return to the tip again and place a kiss there.
“God, Sadie. That’s it. You’ve got me on the fucking edge.”
The longer I spend teasing his cock, the more wound up he becomes.
The more desperate.
“Shit,” he moans. “Your mouth is heaven.”
From the corner of my eye, I watch him fist the sheets with his free hand.
“Take me deeper.”
His other hand is still unmoving at the back of my head, a constant reminder that he can take control whenever he wants. But he doesn’t. He’s letting me set the pace. I continue to tease him, and a tremor starts off in his arms before traveling through his legs.
“You’ve got the teasing part down to the fucking letter.”
I pull off his cock and take the sight of him in.
Really take him in. The hair around his ears is damp from sweat, his mouth is a tight line of frustration, and his knuckles are white as he grips the sheet.
And his body. Jesus, he’s shaking with the need to blow his load down my throat.
“Do you react to every woman like this, or is it…?”
Just me.
“Never mind.” What a dangerous question. I don’t know what I was thinking by asking it.
“Just you, Sawyer. Not that it hasn’t been good in the past, but there’s just something about you and me…”
He trails off, but I know exactly what he’s getting at. We fit together.
But it’s time to take the focus off of that idea. “Will other…I mean do you think I’ve learned enough to…to do this with other guys?”
The look he gives me is alarming. Narrowed brows, icy eyes. The next thing I know, he’s flipped us, and I’m lying on my back, staring at the ceiling.
Ash straddles my chest and pins me to the mattress. “Grab the bars.”
I hold on to them without protest. He’s too on-edge to fling my attitude at him.
He leans forward and props himself up with one hand on top of the headboard. Fisting the base of his shaft, he pushes the head against my lips.
“Open your mouth.” Despite the firm pressure of his cock, he gives the order in a soft tone. There’s also determination behind it. He wants inside my mouth, and he wants inside now.