“So fucking wet.” I groaned as I thrust my fingers feverishly. The sound of her wetness slapping against them was incredible, and it echoed around us. “Fuck my fingers, Ashy. Get yourself close, because I’m ready to fuck you so hard that you forget your name.”
Her whimpers and cries collided perfectly. Her body shifted as she rode my fingers, and her eyes latched fiercely onto mine. My cock strained and begged for relief, and I knew the moment I slid into her I wouldn’t last long. I needed her close to erupting around my fingers so that we could come together. This would be a hard, fast, and intense fucking. This was five years of waiting. Five years of craving. There would be no time for slow, delicate movements, romance, or soft kisses. I wanted to mark her, to kiss her lips until they bruised, and I wanted her body feeling exactly where I had been so she’d forget the fucked up rule about this being a one-time-only thing. Once I had her, I’d have her again, and I’d make sure she’d be the one begging for it.
“Squeeze my fingers with your pussy, think they are my cock.”
“Josh, please. I’m going to come,” she cried with vigor.
“Beg for my cock.” I removed my fingers, and her eyes flew open in utter plea. “What do you want, Ashlyn?”
“Stop being a tease and fuck me. You have me where you want me, so do it. Fuck me, Josh, and do it now.”
My cock edged her pussy, and before I claimed her yet again, I had to see her look at me. Her green eyes beamed with need and heat. They pleaded with me for what I could give her, and I knew mine were showing her just what this meant to me. Her body was like a prized treasure to me. There was nothing casual or random about this. This wasn’t about just getting pussy, this was about seeking and gaining everything my somewhat-stunted heart wanted. She was what I wanted and who I wanted for exactly five years. My most beautiful sacrifice was the woman below me.
I slid into her in one thrust. I stilled, allowing her body to accommodate my cock. Her pleas for me to move shook me back to reality, and I obeyed her. I thrust into her like this was my one and only chance. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and her heels dug into my ass as I pounded hard, fast, and deep. Her moans held hands with my groans as we skipped together to a paradise of pure unadulterated pleasure. I felt the walls of her pussy begin to squeeze my cock, and it took everything in my power not to unleash my come deep inside of her. She would come before me. Her nails continued to scrape down my back, and she met my every movement with a matching ferocity. Christ, our first time together had been fucking great, but this was fucking spectacular.
“Are you close, Ashy?” I breathed deeply and increased my pace. “Look at me when you come.”
“Josh, harder, please,” she begged.
Ashlyn’s wish would be my command. I grabbed hold of the headboard and pounded into her like I’d never done before. Her face showed me the intensity was exactly what she wanted, while her tits bounced in freedom.
“I’m com—”
With one final squeeze of my cock, her body shuddered below me and she screamed my name as an orgasm soared through her. I kept my movements steady as I watched this beautiful woman come undone. I felt the tightening in my stomach, the tingling sensation jab down my spine, and I knew I was seconds away from unloading my seed deep inside her. I wouldn’t do that until we had the talk. Just as I was about to come, I pulled out and spilled over her tits that were still heaving from her orgasm. With a grunt and a call of her name, I worked my cock with my hand until I was completely spent. Her gaze traveled down to her chest, and her lips twisted into a smirk. I collapsed onto the bed beside her, our legs tangled, and our breathing loud and broken.
“Fuck,” I muttered and turned to face her. “Perfect night, Ashy.”
“Second best night of my life,” she whispered. “Best night of my life was when I was nineteen.”
Hearing her say that did something to me. “Next time, I’ll be sure it’s the third best night of your life.”
“Josh.” She sighed.
“I’m a rule breaker, baby. Remember that.” I shot her a wink and tapped her nose lightly with my finger.
She shook her head while trying to hide a smile, and went to roll over into me, until she realized I was still all over her chest. I shot out of bed and walked to the bathroom, still sporting a half-erect cock. When I returned with a warm cloth, I stood beside the bed and gazed down at my come still tainting her tits and stomach. It was the best fucking sight in the world. Could I consider this marking my territory?
Ashlyn’s eyes turned deviant as she looked at up me. “I just realized something. You’ve tasted me, but I’ve never tasted you.”
My ability to speak was torn from me. As if in slow motion, Ashlyn ran her finger through my come and lifted it to her lips. My half-erect cock shot back to life when her finger disappeared between her lips, and she sucked with a low moan for good measure.
“Now we are even,” she whispered, and gave me a wink.
Like hell, we were even.
This was just the beginning, and I’d fight until she realized that.
MUSIC FILLED MY APARTMENT, soothing the chaotic thoughts that had been circling through my head since I snuck out of Josh’s bed. I had awoken to warmth that could never be provided by a comforter, and my body ached in places I never knew could ache. I had taken a few moments to memorize his face and bask in his features before I gently snuck out of his bed and covered my naked body with the shirt he wore during our night. Rushing through his apartment, I quietly grabbed the bag that held my toiletries, found my dress and panties, then quickly left and disappeared back into mine.
I had fallen asleep with Josh plenty of times, but not after having mind-blowing sex that resulted in multiple orgasms, an aching body, and lips that felt so swollen that I was rocking an Angelina Jolie pout. Josh gave me everything last night. It was completely different than what we experienced before, but it felt so right . . . too right. It was like slipping into your favorite pair of heels and feeling like you could take on the world. Josh made me feel like that, and as long as he was there, I could actually envision myself doing everything I had dreamed about. It was a surreal feeling—confusing, yet strangely beautiful.
After showering in my newly-renovated bathroom and regretfully washing away his scent, I pulled his shirt back on and was offered comfort all over again. I was functioning on autopilot, because I couldn’t think of anything other than Josh. Once upon a time I wouldn’t have hesitated in giving myself to Josh Crawford. I would have given him everything and more; whatever he asked for would have been his. But now I felt like damaged goods, like my parents and Lachlan destroyed my sense of entitlement to a happily-ever-after. Being told I wasn’t worthy of love or being good enough to stick around for had finally seeped so deep inside me that the one thing I wanted most in life was the one thing I realized I’d never have.
Josh could have been it for me. He could have been my forever, but we never got that chance. I had been a one-night stand to him; merely a girl he had slept with in college.
After our night, he stepped into the friend role and I was left wondering why. It took me a good two years to get over the feeling of not being enough for him and, though I learned to hide it well, I still lived with that fear today. Josh was the kind of guy that needed options, who craved variety and spontaneity, and I was just one girl. Recently, though, he had been treating me like I was his prized possession. But how long would that last? I would continue to refuse him access to my heart, but there was no hope in denying him my body. Last night confirmed that.