Only she didn’t stop. She kept working her hand and the base of my dick even as she worked to take more and more of me deeper down her throat.
“Stop!”
This time I tugged harder and she did pull away. I looked at her, naked between my knees. Her hands now on either side of my hips. Her nipples were hard little points, which suggested she hadn’t lied about enjoying what she was doing.
“I’m going to come,” I said, my head leaning back on the pillows. “I don’t want to do that in your mouth. You’re not ready.”
“I want to try. I mean, I have to see what it’s like to know if I’m going to love that part, too.”
She was still pumping my dick slowly. She wanted to try, and, maybe at some point, I would let her. But not now. If only because I had those wicked thoughts about telling her to do it and knowing she would do whatever I demanded. At least in bed.
I reached for the box of condoms on the table—the contents dwindling at a rapid pace.
“Come ride me instead.” When she looked a little confused, I pulled her thigh over my hip so she was straddling me. “You on top. You said you wanted to control things sometimes in bed. Now you can. You’re going to have to work to get your orgasm, and I’m telling you right now I don’t know how much control I have left so you better work fast.”
She smiled down at me and her hair dropped over us like a curtain. With one hand braced on my chest, she used her other hand to bring my cock to her pussy, then she worked herself down me with a few hesitant pushes. I could feel how slick she was, more proof she got off on sucking my dick. Then when she was firmly planted on my cock, I groaned as she rolled her hips in one smooth motion.
“Do that again,” I demanded.
She did. Over and over, this slow delicious wave of movement. Like she was a seductress. Like she was in control, which I imagined she was. I thrust up hard into her then, making her tits jiggle, letting her know I could take the control back whenever I wanted. Then I let her set the pace again.
I watched her face. Watched her close her eyes in ecstasy. “Look at me,” I demanded.
She did, and we held each other’s gaze, while I rested my hands on her hips. Not controlling her motions, but letting her have her way.
“You like this?” I asked her. I nudged my thumb up against her swollen clit. “You like fucking me?”
She nodded, but then she bit her bottom lip. I knew what that meant. I didn’t have to ask her. This was Ash and I knew her as well as I knew myself.
“Get off me.” Immediately, she slid off of me and the loss of her wet heat made me hiss again. “Hands and knees, Ash. I’m going to take you from behind.”
She got on her knees and braced herself on her elbows. I moved so that I was behind her.
In one hard thrust I was planted deep inside her. I put my hand on the back of her neck and forced her lower onto the bed, making her back arch more to take me in.
“Yeah, you liked riding my dick, but you weren’t going to come, were you? You need me to make you do that. You need to know it’s my cock fucking you to get you there.”
She was grunting into the pillow, trying to contain her screams.
“Say it,” I barked, even as I reached around her to find her swollen clit again, circling it until she started to whimper. “Say you need my cock.”
“Yes! I need your cock. I need it!” she shouted.
That was my girl. I snapped my hips and fucked her even harder. Faster. Maybe too hard. Too fast. I didn’t know because I was lost in her, in the moment. It felt like my fucking head was going to explode. I heard her scream, felt her body tense. Her ass slammed back into my crotch and I shoved as hard as I could into her and let myself go, feeling the cum ripped from my body.
When it was over, I slipped out of her pussy carefully, and dumped the condom in the waste basket we’d put next to the bed.
She was stretched out on her stomach and I stretched out next to her. She turned her head to the side to look at me, to say something. But I shook my head. We didn’t need to talk. We didn’t need to break down what we’d learned about each other sexually. We didn’t need to say anything, because our eyes, our bodies, said it all.
And of course, we had that rule. The no L-word rule.
Yeah, it was a good thing we’d decided against ever saying it to each other. It made things simpler.
At least that’s what I told myself.
6
Amelia Island
The following week
Ashleigh
My father changed his plans and came on Friday instead of Sunday. This could have been a disaster for Marc and me, but it wasn’t. For me, the key was all about staying one step ahead.
George had been our early warning system. He texted me about Arthur’s change in plans and Mark left Thursday, well in advance of Arthur’s arrival. Plenty of time to open all the windows and remove any lingering scent of sex.
Now, it was Arthur and me sitting on the balcony, overlooking the beach, enjoying a breakfast he’d ordered through room service. At least I thought he was enjoying it. I was struggling to casually sit there quietly while I nibbled on my toast. While two thoughts kept running through my mind.
When was I going to see Marc again?
How long was Arthur going to stay?
“More orange juice?” Arthur asked me.
“Yes, please,” I said politely, as he refilled my glass from the carafe of orange juice he’d ordered.
Marc and I had never ordered room service. I didn’t want that to show on the bill. I’d also politely asked the staff, to the tune of hundred-dollar tips for several of them, that there be no mention of any guests who had stayed with me, should my father ask.
Although I didn’t think he would. He seemed too confident in my docility.
“You know, I was reviewing your expenses this past semester. I noticed there were quite a number of purchases.”
I shook my head regretfully. “We spent so much of our time shopping. There were times I felt as if I needed to keep up. But I’m having the school ship everything home. I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful for all you’ve provided.”
He crunched on a piece of bacon. “Of course. Understood.”
“Thank you.” I nearly had to choke on it.
“Your friend, from the estate, came to see me recently. He seemed concerned over your health.”
“Marc came to see you? About me?”
I made sure to add just the right amount of wistfulness in my voice. I couldn’t immediately convince my father I was over Marc. It had to come slowly, gradually. Just a girl getting over a crush and moving on with her life.
“To check on your condition. George told him about your attack in Switzerland. I informed him that as much as you loved it there, it simply wasn’t healthy for you to continue your schooling.”
I nodded. “I did love it. It was so beautiful, but yes, a little difficult on my lungs.”
“I’ve decided he’s going to work for me.”
Again, I blinked. Playing dumb. “Really? I thought you considered him to be beneath your attention.”
Arthur glanced at me and lifted his chin. “Maybe I’ve underestimated him. He’s applying to finish his degree in three and a half years. Top of his class, too. I’d be foolish to let that talent go when I have a certain sway over him. Perhaps if I train him right, there might be some potential there. To break away from his less-than-auspicious origins. Would that make you happy? If you thought I approved of him?”