Reaching out, I pluck it from his fingers and fling it across the room.
“Little one?”
“Let’s have our firsts together,” I whisper, already knowing that he’s far from an actual virgin. I don’t need his skilled touch and confident words to know that, just his aura says it all. Plus, if tonight’s party is how he used to spend his time here, then... well... anything is literally possible. I watched him snort coke while a couple fucked against the wall somewhere behind him.
My thoughts vanish from my head the second his lips pull into a smile and his fingers tighten on my throat. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Tonight, it’s just me and you.” I lift my hand and trace the fullness of his lips with my finger. “Nothing between us.”
He drops his lips to mine and plunges his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and forcing it to join, which it does willingly.
After long delicious minutes, he pulls back. His forehead rests against mine and his dark, haunted eyes bore into me.
“I’m not the guy you should give this to, but like fuck is that going to stop me.”
His lips slam down on mine once more, his fingers twitching around my neck, but his thumb gently caresses my pulse point making my head spin. Then just when I relax into it, he thrusts his hips forward. His grip on me stops me from flying up the bed as my body tries to process what just happened.
“Oh fuck,” I cry as the pain sears through me. It’s like I’m being ripped in two.
Tears burn the back of my eyes and I squeeze them tight, not wanting to ruin all of this by crying.
He doesn’t move, hell, I don’t think he even breathes as I lie there trying to compose myself as the pain begins to subside.
“Ruby?” His voice is so soft, so at odds to all the wicked things he’s said to me since... well, since we met that it makes my eyes fly open. The second they do, tears escape, trickling down my temples and soaking into my hair.
Releasing my throat, he leans down and licks my tears away before bringing his lips back to mine.
But this kiss is different. It’s softer, sweeter, and does nothing for the emotion clogging my throat or the tears that are still in my eyes.
After a few minutes, he moves, and pain and sparks shoot out from my core.
“Oh,” I gasp.
“You feel so good, little one. So fucking tight.” His words give me the confidence I didn’t even realize I needed.
“Yeah?” I breathe, running my hands up his sculpted back and resting them over his shoulders as he continues to move slowly.
He kisses across my cheek before his lips press against my ear.
“I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before,” he admits quietly, making me gasp. “In case you wanted another of my firsts.”
“Ashton,” I moan when he suddenly sits up. The angle change is mind-blowing.
I rip my eyes open and look at him sitting between my thighs with his cock buried deep inside me. I look over every inch of him, every line, indent, and tense muscle, and it’s when I notice just how tense he is that I recognize how torturous this must be for him right now. His restraint is way better than I’d have given him credit for.
“Fuck me,” I breathe. A smile twitches at my lips when his eyes shutter at my words.
“Fuck, little one.”
He slides his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly before he pulls almost all the way out before sliding straight back in.
The pain is still there, but as I take his length again, something else takes over. My lost orgasm begins to resurface and for the first time, I wonder if he left me hanging not just to torture me but in the hope it might make this better.
He repeats the action, again and again, his movements remaining slow. His fingers dig into my ass with his need for more but at no point does he give in to it.
I moan, my back arching when he pushes deeper.
“Good?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Yeah, more.”
He releases my ass, bringing his fingers to my clit and pinches hard.
“Oh shit.”
“Sure you’re ready for this?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.
“Give me everything.”
The next time he slowly pulls out, he doesn’t take his time sliding back inside me, instead, he powers forward, slamming into me and making me shoot up the bed.
His other hand clamps around one of my hips and he ups his pace, slamming into me again and again.
My eyes get heavy as my release gets closer once more, but with his eyes locked on mine, I can’t find it in me to close them. I want to watch him. I want to see the moment he falls over the edge again.
He pinches my clit harder once and I lose all control of every part of my body. My muscles lock up and my eyes slam shut as pleasure crashes into me. Wave after wave of white-hot, addictive, ecstasy.
At no point does he stop moving and thankfully my release subsides just in time for me to open my eyes and to witness him lose control. He throws his head back, his grip on my hips becoming impossibly tight before he roars, and his cock jerks violently inside me. Knowing what he’s doing, that he’s marking me, branding me, just like he did on my thigh, sends aftershocks from my orgasm racing through me.
“Holy shit,” he pants, dropping down on top of me and pressing me into the mattress. Our sweat-slick skin sticks together as his fingers absently trace circles on the hip he just released.
“You okay?” he mumbles, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
I’m silent for a minute as I consider his question. My body aches, my head spins, but fuck, I feel so alive right now.
A smile, despite the fact he can’t see it. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
He doesn’t say anything in response, and I can only assume he’s passed out on top of me.
I run my fingers through his hair, loving the softness against my skin before I trail them down his neck and onto his back. His skin prickles under my touch and I can’t help but smile that I affect him—even if he is asleep right now.
“You’re making me hard again,” he whispers, startling me.
“Shit, I’m... sorry.”
“Don’t,” he snaps harshly, pulling his face from the crook of my neck. The second I look into his eyes, I relax at the heat staring back at me. “Don’t ever apologize for that.”
I don’t get to respond because his lips find mine and I’m swept away in his kiss.
We kiss for the longest time, our hands explore everything we can reach, but at no point does he try to take it further. He’s way more thoughtful than I ever expected him to be, and the polar opposite of how all of this started.
“Shower with me,” he murmurs in my ear before licking up the sensitive skin of my neck.
“Okay,” I breathe, knowing that I could really do with one after all of that. Although when he climbs from the bed, leaving me cold, I regret my decision instantly. That isn’t until he bends down and scoops me into his arms.
“I can walk.”
“You don’t have to.” He carries me all the way to the bathroom before turning the shower on and stepping inside once the water is warm.
I gasp when he presses my back against the tiles, the coldness biting into my flushed skin.
“I can’t get enough,” he admits before capturing my lips once more.