My legs straddle his waist as he threads his hands into my hair, connecting our lips once more.
“You drive me wild,” he murmurs. I can feel his erection digging into my sex.
He drives me wild too.
Ashton’s hands slide down to my hips, coaxing me to grind against him. He rolls his pelvis forward, the rough fabric of his denim gliding deliciously over my thin cotton underwear.
I whimper, fighting the urge to move right along with him. After my shameless leg humping at the club that night, I need to play it cool.
His fingers skate down over my outer thighs before moving under my dress. One of his big strong hands cups my ass while the other moves in between us, skimming across my abdomen and sending fire shooting through my belly. My body quivers as I intake a sharp breath.
I’m conflicted.
I want him to touch me, but I’m scared he’ll get the wrong idea.
As much as I’d like to let my resistance go, I can’t have sex with this man.
I just can’t.
Before my mind even registers, his fingers dip beneath the band, sliding through my slick heat.
“Fuck, Em, you’re so wet.”
It feels so good.
It’s been so long since someone has touched me like this. I tilt my head back and moan as my hands come to rest on his shoulders.
He slips a thick finger inside me, and I cry out with pleasure.
“So tight,” he groans.
My head is screaming, stop this before it goes too far, but my raging libido has other ideas. I buck into his hand, encouraging more. Ashton adds a second digit, and I feel tears sting my eyes as the pleasure takes over. Nobody has ever made my body feel this good before.
Nobody.
Not even Bob.
He flips me onto my back before plunging his fingers deeper inside me. I arch off the sand as he takes me higher and higher.
“I need to taste you,” Ashton says, suddenly drawing back.
He kneels back on his haunches as he bunches my dress around my waist. When his thumbs slip into the waistband of my panties, my heart begins to thunder in my chest. It’s only then that his words register.
I need to taste you.
“What are you doing?” I ask, horrified, pushing my body into a sitting position.
“I have to taste you, Em. Fuck, I bet you taste sweet.”
“No,” I say, fumbling to push my dress back down in a panic. Heat flames my cheeks when I realize how ridiculous I must look. I’m a grown woman for Christ’s sake. Digging my heels into the sand, I use them as leverage to move my body out from underneath his.
“Emma.”
I quickly look away.
“Hey.” Ashton leans forward, placing his finger under my chin and bringing my gaze back to him. I close my eyes as humiliation sweeps through me. “Are you okay?”
My eyes remain shut because I can’t bear to see the judgment I know is coming. “I just… I… I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Do what?”
My humiliation intensifies, and I’m thankful it’s dark, so he can’t see how red my face has flamed.
“Please don’t make me say it,” I plead.
“Look at me, Em.”
I shake my head.
“Please.”
“No.”
He cups my jaw. “Open your eyes,” he commands.
God, he’s so bossy.
“Emma.” Sighing, I let my eyelids flutter open. “Tell me.”
I stare at him for a few moments before I finally speak. “Umm… you know… I can’t let you do that,” I say, pointing toward my nether regions.
I’m so lame.
“You mean go down on you?” A smile plays at his lips as his eyes bore into mine. “Hasn’t anyone ever done that to you before?” I look away again. “Answer me, Emma.”
“No… no, they haven’t.” My words are spoken so softly they’re barely audible.
“Are you a virgin, sweet-thing?”
“God, no.”
Ashton clears his throat. “So, you’ve had sex, but nobody has even eaten your pussy.”
“Geez. Do you have to be so crass?”
He chuckles at my scolding. “You don’t like it when I talk dirty to you, Em?”
I shrug my shoulders because I don’t mind it, I’m just not used to it. Nobody’s ever been so upfront with me before. It’s kind of sexy.
“Tell me this, has a man ever made you come?”
I bury my face in my hands. This conversation is getting worse by the second.
“Did you forget that I dry humped your leg at the club?”
“So, that’s the only time you’ve ever orgasmed?”
“By a man, yes.”
His eyebrows pinch together. “And by a woman?”
“God, no. I’m not a lesbian if that’s what you’re implying. I mean… not that’s there’s anything wrong with that if I were, I just…”
I like dicks.
“How else have you orgasmed? Do you touch yourself?”
Sweet baby Jesus.
I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with him.
I shrug my shoulders.
“Emma, answer me.”
“I don’t want to talk about this with you.” I stand, but only manage to take a few steps before he leaps up and grabs me, turning me around to face him. “Let me go.”
“Not until you answer me.”
“I don’t want to,” I say, bowing my head.
“Em.”
Gah! I hate it when he says my name so sweetly.
“Bob, okay… Bob is the only other thing to give me an orgasm.”
“Thing?”
“Yes, thing.” It’s not like I can say he’s a person because he’s not.
“Who the fuck is Bob, Emma?”
“My vibrator. Battery-Operated-Boyfriend.”
He’s taken aback by my response, so I use the brief distraction to shrug out of his grip. Turning, I start running back toward the house.
Somebody kill me now.
“Emma, wait,” he calls out, but I don’t stop. Tears blur my vision from the mortification. He must think I’m a total nut-job.
I didn’t even buy the damn thing, Carla did. She said since I wasn’t getting any real dick, I may as well get a bit of action from a fake one.
I hurdle the small concrete wall that lines the Strand, and I’m thankful I don’t land flat on my face, embarrassing myself further. I slip through the gate at the back of Grayson’s property, taking the stairs that lead to the deck, two at a time. I ignore the partygoers who are milling around, dashing past them and through the house. I exit via the front door and don’t stop running until I’m further down the street.
My hands are shaking, and I’m struggling to draw air into my lungs as I dig in my bag for my phone before pulling up the Uber app. I should’ve done this in the first place. The truth is I didn’t want the extra expense, but I’d drain my entire bank account if I could erase the conversation I’ve just had.
“Emma.” I turn to see Ashton marching toward me.
“Go away,” I say.