Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
“Do you have any objections?” He lifts a brow, and I’m positive he can smell my arousal pooling at the apex of my sex.
“My only objection is that you took my panties.”
His mouth tilts into a grin. “Are you worried you’ll soil your parents’ spotless floor?”
“Maybe,” I say, breathless.
He dips his head, lips brushing my ear. “Beg me to take the ache away.” His voice is a throaty caress, chock-full of seductive promise with a dangerous undercurrent of dominance.
I inch back and hold his gaze. “Please, Ash.”
Hoisting me into his strong arms, he carries me into the dark bathroom. The door closes behind us, and I detect the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking into place.
Ash doesn’t bother turning on a light. A streetlamp shines through the frosted window, providing just enough illumination to make our way to the counter. He lets me slide to my feet, and I sense his lips hovering close to mine, can hear his heavy breathing and feel the heat of it on my face.
“How far did you go with that jerk?”
“Not far.”
“Not a good enough answer, Sawyer.” His arms cage me in, and his chest brushes my hardened nipples. I can practically taste his lips.
“What do you want me to say? You already know we didn’t sleep together.”
“Did you go down on him?”
“Ashton, please.”
“Tell me. Did you suck him off?”
“No! I mean I tried once, but I…”
“You what?”
“I couldn’t do it.” For fuck’s sake. He should already know this by now, considering he agreed to teach me.
“Did he touch you?”
“Yes,” I say, not liking his possessive tone.
“Where?” He brings his hands to my breasts and flicks his thumbs over my hard nipples. “Did he touch you here?”
“Y-yes.”
Slowly, he trails a hand down the front of my dress and grasps the hem. “Did he put his mouth on your pussy?”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble as his hand disappears under my dress. He’s rendering me incoherent.
His finger draws a shiver-inducing path up my wet slit. “Did you come?”
“No.”
“I love that answer.” The scruff along his jaw chafes my cheek, and more warmth floods my core. We’re too damn close.
“Did he kiss you?”
“Yeah.” The word glides off my lips, little more than a sigh.
“God, Sadie.
I want to kiss you.”
And that’s when I know it’s going to happen. Maybe not now in this bathroom, or even later after we leave. But eventually, we’re going to cave.
I’m going to cave.
His mouth teases the corner of mine, and my vocal cords freeze. I want to tell him to stop, but all I manage is a choked moan. He veers to the sensitive spot below my ear, and sharp disappointment rips through me. I don’t have time to dwell on it. Next thing I know, he’s grabbing me by the ass and lifting me onto the counter. Something crashes to the floor and shatters, but I can’t bring myself to care about my mother’s perfectly staged home, or how inappropriate our behavior is.
Nothing matters but Ash shoving my thighs apart until I’m spread before him. “Kissing is against the rules, so I guess I’ll have to taste you elsewhere.” He drops to his knees, pushes my dress up, and drags his tongue straight down the center of my slick pussy.
“Ash!” I grip the counter, squirming against his mouth, my poor excuse of a dress gathering around my hips. His hands are hot on my skin, palms sliding up inner thigh, fingers digging into feverish flesh. Keeping me spread wide open for his hungry mouth.
Oh God.
This might not be the first time someone’s gone down on me, but it is the first time I’m not too self-conscious to enjoy it. Everything around me fades, save for Ashton’s dark head between my legs.
The wet heat of his lips lightly sucking.
The tip of his tongue stroking my clit.
The press of his fingers, demanding I submit to his mouth.
My head falls back, and a whimper escapes me. I’m as hot as the sun, blazing several million degrees past an inferno. Sweat tickles my brow. My nipples tighten. Limbs tremble and grow heavy. I can’t hold the pose anymore. Ashton grabs my legs and hauls them over his shoulders, and I tilt back toward the wall.
I’m spread out before him, a buffet of sexual offerings.
He catches my gaze, and the glint in his arctic stare is brimming with power and ownership. In this moment, no matter the rules or emotional walls between us, I have no doubt that I am his.
“Try not to make too much noise,” he says, mouth tilting in a cocky smile as he lowers his head to the apex of my sex again. Pumping his fingers between my legs, he flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit, launching me so high I can’t breathe.
Moaning.
My moaning.
It’s all I hear.
And Ashton Levine is all I feel.
My head’s swimming. Stars explode behind my eyelids. I’m a fissure, split down the middle from the force of his will. It’s stronger than my fear. I’ve never been so vulnerable and exposed in my life.
So out of control.