Calling Me Away
Published by Louise Bay 2015
Copyright © 2015 Louise Bay. All rights reserved
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ISBN - 978-1-910747-16-2
Luke
Even though this was only the second morning of waking up with Ashleigh next to me, I knew it was something I could never tire of. Waking with that sweet, sexy smell of hers, the feel of her smooth, flawless skin heating mine supersized my hard-on. I groaned and moved to my side. Grabbing her, I pulled her toward me and buried my face in her hair.
“Morning, gorgeous.” I shifted her hips so she faced away from me then skirted my hand over her flat stomach. She relaxed and melted into my body. God, we fit perfectly. I hooked her leg up over mine and cupped my fingers over her sex.
“Luke,” she whispered, gently circling against my hand.
“Did I wake you?”
She shook her head, and I propped myself up so I could see her face. She didn’t look sleepy; she looked incredible, her hair fussy and her skin already starting to flush. I began to move my thumb over her clit.
“That’s not fair,” she said.
“Making you feel good isn’t fair? I know you like this. I’m coming to understand your body as well as I do the rest of you.”
She closed her eyes and sighed as if she was giving in, and I started to rock my hips against the cleft of her buttocks. Jesus, she felt good any way I could get her.
“Luke,” she whispered again.
“Ashleigh,” I replied in the same wistful tone.
I dipped my fingers into her folds, coating them in her slick softness. Jesus, she was more than ready. She widened her legs. “Yes, please.” She sighed.
“Yes?”
She reached behind and grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my ass.
“Tell me,” I said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me, please.”
“Tell me more.” I loved her dirty words. They slipped from her as if they were just below the surface, ready to break free. They were a reminder of how the Ashleigh I’d known for so long wasn’t the whole girl. That the one lying beside me, begging for sex, was the entire package—in more ways than one.
“I want you to fuck me and never stop. I want to feel your dick in me. Please. Now.”
I slid inside her, right up to the hilt. That I’d managed to hold back so long was a miracle.
Her fingernails bit into my forearm, then receded as she got used to me. Blood rushed to my cock at the thought of being almost too big for her.
“Just like that,” she said.
I started to move behind her, pulling out slowly and then thrusting in hard, the way I knew she liked it. My thumb changed direction, circling over her clit, and she clasped my wrist.
“No, it’s too much; it’s too good. I’m too close, too soon.”
I groaned at the fact that I could make her body mine so quickly. I released my thumb. I needed a few more seconds like this, on the brink of climax. Feeling her come around me would send me over the edge.
She reached behind me, grasping at my ass, urging me deeper, harder. I pulled her leg open wider, wanting to get as far into her as I could. Fuck. This was the perfect way to wake up. Every day. Forever.
Her hand slid over her sex. I’d not seen her touch herself, and I closed my eyes, committing the image to memory. Her fingers, slick with lubrication, pulled at my balls, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. Jesus, she was wicked. I began to thrust harder.
“I want to stay inside you forever.” It was an effort to speak. My mind was so focused on how I felt, how I was making her feel, that my words were labored.
Her hand covered mine and brought my fingers back to her sex. She was ready. I dipped my thumb over the nub of nerves, and she rocked against the pressure.
“Yes, God yes.” Her voice was husky, the way it got before she spiraled.
I picked up my rhythm, pushing into her, replacing my thumb with my fingers as she writhed beneath me. Sweat trickled down my back as I tried to pull out her orgasm before surrendering to mine. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I increased the pressure on her clit. She cried out and her body stiffened.
She reached for my head, and I bent and grazed my lips against hers in a sloppy half-kiss. I clasped her hips with my fingers and pushed into her again and again, allowing myself to drown in the remnants of her orgasm, stealing them, taking them as my pleasure. The feeling in my spine intensified, took me over, and I emptied into her.
I hadn’t even stopped moving in and out of her before I began to harden again. Once wasn’t enough with her.
“Again, baby?” she asked.
“Always. I never want to stop.”
“How do you make it so good?”
“It’s all about you. What your body does to me.” It was such a turn on that every part of her responded to me as if she needed me.
She shifted beneath me, and although I couldn’t bear the thought of not being inside her, the thought of her on all fours gave me the strength to move. She felt the urgency too as she flipped onto her stomach and drew herself up to her knees. Jesus, she was made to pose like that, as if she was just waiting for my dick.
“Put it back in, please,” she begged, and then I was over her, my chest against her back, right up to the hilt again.
“Is that good?” I asked, teasing her. I knew by her bent head and the sheets fisted in her hands that it was good. I stilled, waiting on an answer.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Please, never, yes.” I couldn’t hold back. I stabbed my hips against her ass.
Having her felt urgent, desperate, primal. My fingers pulled at her hips, my thumbs pressing into the delicate flesh of her ass. I banged against her again and again, deeper and deeper.
Jesus, yes, I wanted to stay just like this forever.
“Look at me, Ashleigh.” I needed to see her eyes, watch the effect of my cock on her face.
She turned her head slowly, as if it were made of lead. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth parted. She looked at me as her tongue circled her lips, leaving a glistening trail. I couldn’t stop the groan that ripped from my chest.
“I need you to get there,” I choked just as her back arched, and she screamed my name over and over.
My final thrusts pushed her over and into the mattress, and I collapsed on top of her, our breaths sharp and uneven.
Ashleigh had taken me over. She had given me a taste of something that I never knew existed.
Ashleigh
Luke and I managed to pull ourselves out of bed—a good thing, as I risked not being able to walk for a week if we didn’t—and arrived for Sunday night dinner with Haven and Jake. I could still feel the after effects of Luke between my thighs, across my skin as we made our way to their apartment.
Arriving together was unusual but not unheard of, so I didn’t expect Haven to be immediately suspicious. Still, I wanted to tell her what was going on. For one thing, I failed to keep anything a secret from her for long, and for another she’d be devastated if she put the pieces together herself and realized we’d kept it from her.
After a sleepless night of worry, and a morning of thought-erasing orgasms, I’d convinced Luke to let me tell her while he and Jake watched TV.
“Hey guys, good timing,” Haven said as she answered the door. “How are you doing?” she asked Luke. “Did you work things out?” Luke had texted Haven to say he wouldn’t be staying with them on Friday and Saturday night, but he hadn’t told her where he was going to be. She’d obviously assumed that he’d gone back to Emma. My stomach churned. Why had she been so quick to think that’s where he’d end up? Was that relationship as over as Luke seemed to think it was? Maybe Haven thought a reconciliation between Luke and Emma would be a good thing.
Luke deflected the question. “Where’s Jake?”
“I love your little bromance. Go see your friend. He’s in his study.”
Luke leaned toward me as if to kiss me. My horror must have shown on my face as he stopped himself and started to chuckle.
“Be quick,” he whispered.
“What?” Haven asked.
I shrugged.
I didn’t see any wine on the counter. “Haven’t you opened a bottle yet?” I asked as I looked inside the refrigerator.
“No, I was waiting for you. There should be a nice Oyster Bay in there.”
Shit, I was going to have to do this while we were sober.
I poured us a drink and settled on the barstool. Haven was grating cheese. So, this was my moment—before she started anything with the knives.
“So, I went to that awards thing with Luke on Friday,” I said.
“You shouldn’t torture yourself like that, you know. Let him find his own date.”
“I enjoyed myself, actually.”
“You did? That’s good. Sometimes those things can be okay. Depends who you sit next to and stuff.” She fiddled with a couple of switches on the oven.
How was I going to do this? I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I was going to get from her. I wanted her to be thrilled, but a niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that that wasn’t going to be her response.