Ashlyn sat up, ignoring how wet her underwear was now. She knew she’d be removing them soon. “Hard?” she asked, looking at his lap suggestively. His erection was clear to see behind the zipper of his jeans.
Slate stood and held out his hand. “Shall we move this to the bedroom?”
“Yes, please,” she said politely as she reached out to take his hand. As soon as he had her in his grasp, Slate hauled her up, bending and leaning forward at the same time. He put his shoulder in her belly and hefted her over his shoulder.
“Slate!” she screeched.
“Hush, woman,” he said as he turned toward his room.
Ashlyn couldn’t help but giggle as he carried her off like she was a prize he’d won in a fight or something. When he got to the side of his bed, he dumped her onto the mattress. Ashlyn bounced and laughed some more. She didn’t stay down for long though; she’d been dying to get her hands on Slate’s cock, and now seemed like the perfect time.
While he was tearing off his shirt, she slipped off the bed. She had his zipper down and was palming his erection before he knew what she was doing.
“Shit!” he exclaimed as Ashlyn pushed his underwear down and pulled out his cock.
The head was dark purple, and the veins running up and down the length seemed to pulse with excitement. She looked into his eyes even as she leaned forward, running her tongue up the underside of his hard shaft.
A drop of precome immediately beaded on the end, and Ashlyn couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.
“Stop fucking around,” Slate grumbled as he put his hands on her head, running them through her hair.
Ashlyn wanted to tease him about his impatience, but at the moment, she was just as eager to get started as he seemed to be. She opened her mouth and took him inside as far as she could. Which wasn’t all that far, since he was so thick. She began to bob up and down slowly, taking a tiny bit more of him each time, loving his taste…and the constant groans that were coming from his mouth.
His hands tightened in her hair, but he didn’t force her to move faster or take more of him than she could comfortably manage. He shifted, spreading his legs farther apart as she sucked him.
Ashlyn had never really enjoyed doing this in the past, but with Slate, she freaking loved it. Loved the control she had over this strong, dangerous man. She used her hand to jerk him off as she continued to move up and down his length.
“Holy shit, babe…that is so damn good! You have no idea. I love being inside your pussy, but this is—” He inhaled sharply and couldn’t finish his thought when she moved her other hand down to cup his balls, bobbing faster on his cock.
Ashlyn was so into what she was doing, she didn’t feel Slate let go of her hair. The next thing she knew, she was flying through the air once more. She landed on her back on the mattress and Slate quickly grabbed her thighs, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. He threw her skirt up and ripped her lacy panties right off her like a wild man.
He grabbed the box of condoms on the bedside table, spilling them all over the place in his rush to get the box open. He managed to tear one open and roll the condom down his dick in record time. He pushed her thighs apart and notched his cock between her legs.
But then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, obviously trying to get control.
“I’m ready,” Ashlyn said. “Fuck me, Slate.”
He looked down at her, and she could see the relief in his eyes. “You liked sucking me off, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” There was no use lying about it. He’d see for himself how wet she was as soon as he entered her.
“This is gonna be rough and fast,” he warned.
Ashlyn smiled. It wasn’t as if his words were a surprise. “Okay.”
That was all the permission Slate needed. He entered her in one hard thrust, which made Ashlyn inhale sharply. Then he was fucking her hard.
It felt good, but it wouldn’t be enough to get her off. She didn’t mind. Knowing she’d made Slate lose it so badly was hot as hell. She had a feeling he rarely let go of the iron control he wore like a protective shield around him.
It wasn’t long before he swore under his breath and shoved deep inside her, his whole body shuddering. Seeing him come was damn beautiful. The satisfaction and pleasure and awe on his face was worth not orgasming herself. His jeans were still hanging off his thighs, and he looked better than any half-dressed male model she’d ever seen.
And for now…he was all hers.
He finally opened his eyes, and when he met her gaze, Ashlyn shivered. She saw determination in his stare.
“Your turn,” he said.
Ashlyn shook her head. “It’s okay, I—”
Her words were cut off abruptly when he pulled out of her body and knelt on the floor next to the bed. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass.
“Slate?”
“Hush,” he said gruffly. Then asked, “You ever have a G-spot orgasm?”
“Um, I’m not sure…”
“Then you haven’t,” he said. “Hang on, babe. I’m about to rock your world like you just did mine.”
Ashlyn didn’t have time to comment before he leaned over and proceeded to blow her mind.
Thirty minutes later, Ashlyn felt completely boneless. Slate had proven that she hadn’t, in fact, ever had a G-spot orgasm before, and how different and intense it could be. Then he’d stripped her naked, manhandled her limp body onto the bed, turned her onto her stomach and taken her from behind, making her explode once more—this time while he was deep inside her, fingers on her clit—before coming again himself.
Now they were lying sweaty and exhausted. Slate had pulled her close to his side, and she had her head on his shoulder. She’d never experienced anything as pleasurable as what Slate had done in the last hour. The man should definitely come with a warning.
“You okay?” he asked as he ran his hand over her hair.
She snuggled closer, practically purring. “I’m awesome,” she said. “You?”
“Fucking perfect,” he drawled.
Ashlyn smiled against his shoulder.
“Been wondering something,” Slate said after a minute or two of comfortable silence.
“Yeah?” Ashlyn asked.
“I know you don’t have a problem with drinking in general, but is there a deeper reason behind why you won’t even have one drink if you have to drive? Besides the fact it’s a smart fucking thing to do, obviously,” he added.
God. He really was perceptive. “I worked at a bar in San Diego before I moved to Hawaii,” she said. “Aces Bar and Grill. It’s owned by a woman who’s married to a SEAL.”
“I know the place,” Slate said. “Awesome atmosphere.”
Ashlyn nodded against him. “Yeah. I loved it. There was this guy who was in there all the time. Like, every single day. He was a veteran, and he’d come in fairly early and sit at the end of the bar and nurse a few drinks. Something clear, so I figured maybe it was a gin rickey or something…you know, club soda, gin, and lime. He was hilarious and told the best stories about his time in the Navy. I guessed his wife had died fairly recently, and he was lonely. He always left around ten, before the bar got too busy.
“Anyway, one day I came into work and he wasn’t there. Jessyka, the owner, told me the bad news that he was killed in a drunk driving accident the night before. I assumed it was because he was driving drunk. But apparently, all he ever drank when he was at the bar was Sprite with a lime garnish. Someone else had been drunk behind the wheel of their car and hit him head on.”