“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he huffs out, then devours me again.
Our make-out session grows ravenous, my hands all over him, his nails digging into my skin. The waves add the perfect amount of friction, making it nearly impossible to stifle my whimpers.
The need to feel him takes over and I force enough space between us so that I can tug at the waistband of his boxers. Ashton stops me by gripping my wrist and staring into my eyes. Confusion creeps across my features. I open my mouth to speak, only I don’t get the chance.
He holds me close, his bottom lip grazing mine. “That’s not what you really want.”
With bated breaths, I observe him, not sure if he’s serious. “You said you’d fuck me when I asked you to,” I remind him.
“And I would if that was what you wanted.”
I frown.
“You’re hurting, and right now, this feels good to you. It’s a convenient distraction. So even though my dick is begging to be inside you, I won’t fuck you.”
I huff, forcing myself to accept that he’s right. I’ve never done anything like this before. Hell, I’m not entirely sure why I left with him in the first place.
“Yeah,” I whisper and look away. “You’re right,” I add, then swipe my hair out of the way. I attempt to separate us, except he doesn’t allow me to.
“But I will make you come,” he affirms.
My breath hitches at his words, and I gulp down the lump that forms in my throat. Ashton carries me back to the shore and over to our previous place on the reef. He sits me down, nestling himself between my thighs. Our skin is starting to dry from the saltwater and cool breeze.
All I can do is wait for what he plans to do next. Every nerve in my body is on fire, the anticipation quickly becoming too much. He rubs my legs, kneading my flesh twice before gripping my waist and guiding me to him for a better angle.
I tense when I realize he’s staring at the bruise along my rib cage again. It’s fading now, a dull black mark that was once a screaming purple. I prepare to cover myself up, but he moves my hand out of the way, catching me off guard when he leans in. Ashton meets my gaze for a fleeting moment, then lowers his mouth to the wound, kissing me there.
Once.
Twice.
Three times he attends to that spot before hooking his fingers around the thin material of my panties and dragging them down my legs. We make eye contact, and all the air leaves my lungs. His gaze turns dark, and his aggression builds.
“Mm,” I moan as he yanks my legs apart. The rocks dig into me, biting at my elbows, but none of it matters.
Not when he’s staring at my pussy as if he’ll swallow it whole. Hooded eyes glance up at me, a sinister grin tilting at the corners of his mouth. He licks my slit from the space between my ass and my canal, all the way to my clit. It pulses on his tongue, my expression now matching his—mouth ajar, eyes squinted, desire begging to present itself.
My mouth forms an O shape when he pins my legs back to stretch me open more. I reach between us and rub his head while resting mine on the hard surface. Completely unfazed by the jolt of pain at the base of my skull from coming down too fast. Ashton devours my sex, stroking my sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue.
“Ah, fuck,” I groan and crane my neck to watch him.
He’s focused; all of his attention is on giving me pleasure. Ashton dips his thick tongue inside of me, and my walls constrict around it.
“Shit, you taste so fucking good.” He slurps. “Do you know what you taste like?”
The question is rhetorical. That or he doesn’t care to know my answer. He has two fingers inside of me with one swift motion and his free hand around my neck. Pulling me to him, he kisses me, making sure I taste every last drop of myself.
I cup his face, reveling in his affection, but it all becomes a blur as he finger-fucks me. He works my hole like it’s second nature to him. First, with his palm facing down, but it’s when he flips his wrist and rubs my G-spot in rapid succession that I start to lose it.
“Oh, Gahhh-” I manage to get out, involuntarily squeezing my thighs around his wrist.
He forces me back open, wrapping an arm around the underside of my legs to keep me from closing them again. “Naw. Keep them legs wide,” he demands. “Fuck me back, momma,” he orders, and with one hand holding me open, he cups me with the other, stroking my clit and G-spot simultaneously.
I do what he says, bucking my hips and breathing through my teeth. Tears form at the corner of my eyes, and as the pressure builds, my channel convulses around him.
“Fuck, I feel you gripping my fingers.” He bends to suck my bud into his mouth, stopping long enough to spit on my clit and gazing at me as he does.
That drives me wild, and I start to writhe in response. “Shit...shit...shit,” I curse.
And the arrogant fucker grins.
“You gonna be a good fucking girl and come for me?”
I don’t respond because anything I say will come out gargled by my cries.
Ashton increases his delicious tortures, slamming his digits into me over and over. “Hm?” he mutters, then sucks my clit again. “Are you ready to coat my face with your cum?”
“O-o...yes.”
“Beg for it.” He licks me. “Beg me to make your pussy cream.”
“Make me come. Please, make me come.”
He replaces his mouth with his thumb again, fucking me like before. Except for this time, he fights with his boxers as he does it. Thanks to his height, he’s at the perfect angle for me to glance down and watch.
Ashton tugs his cock through the hole of his underwear, and my mouth waters. Even in his large hands, his dick is huge. He strokes his shaft, the tip staring back at me angrily. Beads of precum line the head, droplets coating his fist.
He pumps hard, choking the head, then uses my juices as lube. His dick glistens under the low light, and he goes a little stir crazy. Fucking me and himself with his hands. I reach between my legs to play with my clit, my head falling back again.
“There you go, momma. Chase your nut.” He groans.
The sensation of my touch on my clit, his words, and him hitting my g-spot while masturbating takes hold. Ecstasy blankets me, sending me into a blurred vision, back arching toe-curling state of bliss.
“Yes. Right there. D-don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg.
He keeps at it, wringing the life out of the both of us.
“Ash—I’m coming,” I drag out.
“There you go, let that shit out. I’m coming too. Sh-fuckkkkk.”
My back buckles as I ride the wave, coming down a few seconds later, those tears finally falling after all. But it’s when Ashton pulls me up and kisses them away that the dam breaks completely.
Chapter 5
Ivy
The ride back to campus is awkward. I mean, what do you discuss with the nineteen-year-old who just gave you the hardest orgasm of your life? Ashton is a gentleman about it, though, which surprises me more than anything because all night, he’s giving the impression he’s anything but. We don’t talk about what happened or the fact I burst into tears in his arms.
I’ve crossed a line today, one I have no idea how to live with. Now that the weed and adrenaline have subsided, all I can do is replay the evening.