Page 133 of Hot Mess
“Just the tip?” I practically sobbed in his ear. I slid a hand up the back of his neck and clutched his hair.
He chuckled or swore or something and bit my neck.
Then he thrust into me. Two fingers. And they wentdeep.
All. The way.In.
The rest of his fist was pressed tight against me and he swirled it around a bit, caressing me with his knuckles. And I felt the answering rush, the sweeping tide of pressure…
I could’ve come.
Ashley was inside me. In a bar.
And it felt soooooooo….right.
“You like that?” he growled in my ear.
“Yesss,” I breathed. Then I sucked on his earlobe.
What the hell was happening? I was dizzy, and not with alcohol.
I was so swept away by him… I didn’t even care.
About any-fucking-thing.
He started thrusting his fingers into me over and over, and every time he did, I squeezed them as hard as I could. I definitely felt him groan against my neck. I slathered his neck in a tongue bath, because my own mouth could not keep still.
Jesus Christ, I wanted his dick in my mouth.
So much for professionalism.
Ashley fucked me with his fingers in a quick, forceful rhythm… and there was nothing I could do but fall apart.
I bit his neck and maybe screamed a bit—thank God the music was so loud—and clung to him as the orgasm rocketed through my body. My pussy bore down on his magic fingers and I definitely felt his dick flex against my ass as I shuddered with pleasure. My whole body spasmed with pleasure as I clung to him.
I assumed this was torture for him. But what could I do?
I was pretty sure I couldn’t jerk him off in a bar without anyone noticing. And anyway, we were just friends, right?
Right??
I lifted my head and stared at him with my mouth hanging open. My head spun as he slid his hand out of my panties. I’d come up for air, basically because I’d started hyperventilating when I came and didn’t want to suffocate myself on his gorgeous skin.
His eyes met mine, dark with lust.
He lifted his hand, the one that had just been in my panties, to his lips. He slipped his middle finger into his mouth and licked it off, slowly.
Holy God, he just did that.
Without breaking eye contact.
Then he slid that same hand around the back of my neck, and kissed me on the mouth.
He thrust his tongue into me, and I tasted myself on him. I felt the smooth steel ball of his piercing graze my tongue… And I knew.
I’dneverwant another man like I wanted him.
Chapter Eighteen
