Page 154 of Vile Bastards
Luckily for me, Ash has the tongue of either a monster or a god, I’m not sure. He uses it to bestow blessings and curses both to my aching body. He laves me with his scalding hot mouth, licking and kissing and nibbling until I’m collapsing back against that new (old) car of his and clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle the moans.
My hips continue to pump forward, fucking Ash Kelly’s face the way he deserves. It’s a punishment and a reward both, just as his mouth is a blessing and a curse in equal measures. I grind against him until bright lights flicker behind my eyelids and a climax begins to creep up my spine. The immense feeling of pleasure unfurls into my limbs, into my fingers and toes, it makes me thrust harder, dig my nails deeper into Ash’s scalp, scream against the hand clamped over my mouth.
Ash jerks away from me so abruptly that I’m sure I pull some of his hair out. At the very least, I know he’s bleeding profusely from the scalp. I almost fall over as he shoves my leg off of his shoulder and rises to his feet, snatching me by the hips and crushing his mouth to mine. I’m pinned between him and the car—admittedly, it’s a nice one—tasting myself on his lips, hearing his need in the moans he makes as he kisses me.
“What year is this car?” I whisper between kisses, and Ash pauses.
“A ’69,” he murmurs, and euphoria crashes over me in a very disturbing sort of way.
I like Ash.
I don’t want anything to happen to Ash.
How did I let myself get this vulnerable? I’m as obsessed with him as he is with me, and I can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t see the same manic desperation in my gaze that I see in his. How can I be so excited by the thought that maybe, just maybe, his new ride might just match the year of my other fuckboys’ cars?
Although … the Miura is toast, isn’t it?
But still.
“I need to be inside of you.” Ash is panting, desperate. He pulls back and turns me around, shoving me over the hood of the pretty blue coupe with the white racing stripe. My fingernails scrape against the metal as he kicks my legs wide and rubs the length of his hard shaft against my wet folds. “Tell me you’ll marry me, Scarlett. Promise me.”
“I hate you,” I whisper back, but it’s a lie. How could I hate him when I know what he’s been through? How could I hate him when he helped me bury the body of his identical twin, when he’s living that twin’s life in order to spare mine? I can’t blame Ash for Aspen’s actions—no person is responsible for the deeds of another—but I can fall in love with him if I’m just gutsy enough, just stupid enough, just romantic enough.
“Well, I love you,” he whispers, leaning over me, petting my hair back from my face, making the car creak in response to his weight. “Do you hear me, Scarlett-chan?”
“I hear you,” I whisper, but I can’t say it back.
Maybe that’s a colossal mistake that I’ll regret later, who knows. I’m just not ready to go there right now.
Ash stands back up, grips my pelvis with one, cruel hand, and then uses the other to put the head of his cock to my aching body. He presses in slowly at first, groaning as he savors the tight resistance of my muscles. When he’s in far enough, my pussy relaxes, and then he’s slamming forward, his hips pummeling my ass.
The sun shines on the pair of us, vulgar, brazen, conspicuous. The Shelby rocks with the motion of Ash’s hips as he slides deep and then pauses, locked tight inside of my heat.
“Move for me,” he commands, and I can’t help it. I want to do it. I want to rock my hips back, grind my ass into his pelvis, work my slippery pussy up and down the length of his cock.
So I do.
I fuck myself on Ash’s dick until he grumbles something dark and delicious in Japanese, squeezes my hips in tight fingers, and takes over. He slams into me so hard that my body aches where it’s pressed against the car, driven into the metal again and again. My fingertips squeak across the Shelby’s hood as Ash snatches up a handful of my hair, pulling my head up, arching my back.
My clit is being ground against the vehicle, sending ripples of agonizing pleasure into my tingling nerve endings. These sharp, panting breaths escape my painted lips as Ash ruts into me, moaning unashamedly as my lids flicker shut, and a powerful climax snaps straight through my body.
I’m coming so hard and so fast that he actually stops moving, releasing my hair and slamming his palms down on either side of me. Ash surrenders to the throbbing of my inner muscles, digging his fingertips into the car’s hood as he spills himself into my wanting body.
