The pleasure comes in wave after wave and he doesn’t stop licking or stroking me until it’s subsided to nothing more than aftershocks.
The second he pulls back, he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and pulls his hoodie over his head. His chest and abs are immediately revealed, and my eyes eat up the inches of perfection as he works his pants off and kicks both them and his boxers off.
Just like this morning, he’s deliciously hard, the tip glistening with his need for me, and my stomach clenches, more heat heading straight between my thighs.
“Shift up a bit,” he demands, tilting his head to gesture for me to scoot up the bed.
I rush to do so, and he crawls in between my legs, quickly reaching out to wrap them around his waist.
His length teases my entrance, and I can’t help but roll my hips to get more friction.
“Greedy girl,” Ashton growls, dropping down so his hands are planted on the bed on either side of my head. “I fucking love it.”
He drops his lips to mine, not giving me a chance to respond with the question that’s on the tip of my tongue.
His tongue licks deep into my mouth and my lingering taste hits my tastebuds, making me moan.
He kisses me deeper than I swear he has before. It’s not just a kiss, it’s a claiming. He’s branding himself on my soul and ensuring I’m never able to forget.
His hand skims down my body, teasing my nipples, pinching them so that I gasp, stealing his breath, but his kiss never falters.
He circles my clit, awakening another orgasm before his touch leaves me in favor of his cock. He teases me with the tip, coating himself in my juices and gently pushing inside of me but never giving me what I need.
“Ashton, please,” I beg against his lips.
“Who do you belong to, Ruby?”
“You, Ashton. I’m yours. Only yours.”
“Yesss,” he hisses as he sinks inside me.
My walls ripple around him, adjusting to his size.
His kiss pauses but he doesn’t move his lips from mine. We just stay there, frozen, breathing each other in, and absorbing the sensations of the moment.
That is until he rolls his hips and sets off an explosion of sensations within me.
“Fuck,” he groans as I tighten my legs around him and scratch my nails down his back. “This... this right now. It’s fucking everything, little one. Everything.”
And then he moves. His hips piston as his tongue sweeps into my mouth once more. His hand slips around the back of my neck so he can tilt my head just so to seal his lips to mine as our skin begins to glisten with sweat.
Every one of his movements sends me higher, making my body pull tight as I get ready to crash.
“You feel so good, baby. I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” he grates out, his eyes holding mine captive.
His fingers find my clit once more and the second he pinches it between his fingers, I fall. I fall into blissful pleasure knowing that when I get to the bottom, he’s going to be right here, holding on to me.
“Ashton,” I scream, my back arching, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “Fuck, Ruby.” His cock jerks violently inside of me, sending little aftershocks shooting around my body.
He drops his head to the crook of my neck as we both fight to catch our breaths, although he makes no move to pull out of me.
“Fuck, Ruby,” he pants after long seconds of nothing but our increased breathing filling our ears. “Do you have any idea how hot that was with Krissy?”
I tense at the mention of her name. “Don’t say her name. Especially while you’re still inside me.”
“Ah, little one. This little jealous streak is so fucking sexy. But trust me, no matter whose name I say, there’s only one I’ll be calling out when I come.”
I slap his shoulder lightly. “This isn’t funny. That bitch needs to keep her hands to herself.”
“She might from now on, baby. Did you see the print you left?”
I shake my head. I was too angry to really register any of it. It all seems like a blur now.
“I was impressed. But you can’t go around slapping every girl who looks at me.”
“She didn’t just look,” I sulk.
“True. I love that you’re possessive of what’s yours, but I think Hartmann might have something to say about all the girls at school walking around with a Ruby-shaped handprint on their cheeks.”
“You’re assuming all the girls at school want to—shit,” I gasp, realization slamming into me. “School. We should be in class. What time is it?”
“Too late to be worrying about going back to class. Plus, we have other things to be doing.” He drops his lips to my neck and sucks my skin into his mouth hard enough to leave a mark.
I’ve never skipped school in my life, and the knowledge that I’m doing it right now doesn’t really help me relax.
“Stop worrying. It’s one afternoon.”
“I know, but—”
He presses his fingers to my lips. “Relax, baby. Let me distract you.”
He unhooks my leg and finally pulls his now fully hard cock from me before falling down beside me.
He hooks my leg around his waist, allowing his cock to tease me once more. His hand cups my cheek, his fingers threading into my hair as his nose brushes mine.
“Did you mean what you said?” I blurt, unable to keep the question in a second longer.
“Mean what, little one?”
“W-what you said in the cafeteria,” I whisper, now feeling stupid for bringing this back up. He probably didn’t mean to say the words. Hell, he probably doesn’t even remember saying them in the heat of the moment.
“What did I... oh.” A smile curls at his lips as his thumb tenderly caresses my cheek. He stares so deep into my eyes that I swear I’ll never be the same again. “Yeah, Ruby. I meant every word.”
I gasp, not really expecting for him to remember, let alone have meant it.
“You’re like no one I’ve ever met before, little one. You’re so strong, you don’t take any of my shit. You’re just... my number one.”
I swoon so freaking hard that I can barely breathe. “I love you, little one. You brought me back to life.”
My bottom lip trembles as my eyes fill with water. I try to blink them away, but every time I open my eyes, the blurrier he gets.
“I love you too, Ashton,” I breathe, forcing the words out through the giant lump in my throat. “I don’t know when it happened, but I do, I love you and I never want to go another day without you.” A sob rips up my throat and the tears I’ve been fighting finally spill over when I see his own glistening at my confession.
“Ruby,” he whispers, gathering me up in his arms and holding me so tight that I’m sure he’s about to crack a rib, but I don’t so much as flinch because it feels so good.
His lips press into my hair as he whispers again and again that he loves me, ripping me open in the very best way with every word.
When he finally allows me to pull my face from his chest, I find his own cheeks wet with tears.
“Thank you, Ruby,” he says once more before capturing my lips and showing me with his body, as well as his words, just how he feels about me.