Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Things might not always be easy with me. There might be…obstacles.” Ash leaned forward and ran his hands up the back of my thighs until they rested on my ass.
“I don’t want easy.”
“What do you want?” he asked, the same question I’d asked him.
“You. I feel you down to my bones, Ash.” I went to my knees, and we kissed. Ash’s hand cupped my cheek, his other sliding down to my neck as I tangled my hands in his hair.
I was burning from the inside out. My heart and brain felt chaotic, wild with love and lust and need, but also calm, at ease, because he was there and he soothed me. Ash wanted me, had chosen me. He loved me.
Our teeth clashed, tongues tangled, hands grabbed and clutched and pulled. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat back, ass on my heels, and ripped my shirt over my head. I took care of his next, pulling my hat off him with it before tossing them both. “Lean back,” I told him.
Ash did, sank into the plush fabric as I worked open his button and zipper. He lifted his hips, and I took off his pants and boxer trunks. His cock was swollen, leaking on his stomach. His balls heavy and tight. When I leaned in and nuzzled them, inhaled his scent, Ash groaned while fisting my hair.
“Christ, what you fucking do to me,” Ash said as he sank lower. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucked him, nursed his crown before taking him deep. His hips moved, undulated, his ass hanging off the edge of the couch.
I let my fingers dance over his hip bones, over his thighs, down beneath his balls, until I teased his crack, testing the water.
Ash’s hand tightened in my hair. He tugged at it until his cock slipped out of my mouth and I looked up at him…and he nodded, so damn much vulnerability in his eyes that burrowed inside me, bonded us together on a deeper level.
“You sure?” I asked. “I don’t need it.”
“Not your cock…I’m not ready for that, but your finger, yes. I wanna try it with you.”
“Can I eat you out first? It’s fan-fucking-tastic. I know you’ll like it.”
“Of course you can. What kind of guy do you think I am? If you’re going to finger-fuck me, you better lick me first.”
I chuckled. Fucking Ash. “Turn over. Kneel on the floor with one leg on the couch.”
Scooting back, I got out of his way, shoving the coffee table away too. Ash took a deep breath…then just went for it.
“I checked it out in the mirror, and it’s a good hole, Campbell. You’ll like it, but this is still weird as fuck. I’ve never had someone look at my asshole before.”
My dick throbbed. “You looked at your hole with a mirror? Did you finger yourself?”
“Nope, saved that for you. Treat me well.”
“I think that might be one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”
“Really?” He looked over his shoulder at me and cocked his brows.
“The way to a man’s heart is through your asshole.”
“Just mine?”
“For me.”
I ran my hand over the curve of his ass. Goose bumps pebbled over his skin. “Don’t be nervous,” I whispered as I used my thumbs to spread his cheeks, and looked at the tight, pink ring between them. “Fuck, baby. So goddamn pretty. I might become addicted to it.”
I leaned forward, and before Ash could reply, flicked my tongue over his hole. “Just what I thought. Addicting.”
“Do it again.”
I rasped my tongue over him again. He tasted like soap and musk, heady and rich, going straight to my brain. The more I licked and probed, the more relaxed he became. Soon, Ash was whimpering, pushing back against my face, and riding the couch.
“Fuck, that feels good. Why in the hell didn’t anyone tell me?”
“It’ll get even better.” I sucked my finger, got it nice and wet, then pushed at his rim. Slowly, his body opened for me, sucked me in, and I watched, mesmerized. I took my time, let him adjust, savored every sound, every groan and sigh and whisper of my name.
I added my tongue, licking him and working his ass with my finger at the same time. I felt his body relax around me, could see the difference in how he writhed beneath me. “Looks like I might owe you a new couch too. Gonna make you come all over it.”
“Fuck, I could. I so fucking could.”
Leaning over him, my chest to his back, finger still up his ass, I whispered, “But I want you inside me. Do you want inside me, Ash?”
“Fuck yes.” Then we were pulling away frantically. Ash reached for my pants, but I pushed him down on the couch.
“Stay.”
“Bossy motherfucker, aren’t you?”
“I can be.” I stripped as I went to the bedroom, grabbed the lube and a condom. He was stroking his cock when I got back to the living room. “Save that for my ass.”