Authors: Callie Harper
“No, you’re no boy
scout.” My breath hitched as he trailed his finger along the edge
of my towel. The one he’d just put on me. The one he was going to
take off.
I knew what would
happen next. Just the two of us in a hotel room in Paris. Last night
I’d passed out like someone had drugged me. But tonight, I was wide
awake and panting with need.
I’d had a lot of
reasons to object over the past couple of weeks. That no-sex clause
we’d signed, but even more importantly the notion that I needed to
keep this all-business. Make sure my heart didn’t get attached.
As if that were
actually an option. I was all in, whether I liked it or not. And
right now, I liked it. A lot. There was a time to stand on the
sidelines and play it safe. And there was a time to hop up onto the
back of the bad boy’s motorcycle, wrap your legs around him and go
for a ride. Now was that kind of time.
I reached my hand up
into Ash’s thick, jet-black hair, pulling his lips to mine.
“I want you, Ana.”
He kissed me, his tongue exploring my depths, his teeth nipping at my
bottom lip.
“I want you too.” I
wanted him so badly. But a tiny glint of insecurity flashed at the
corner of my brain. I’d only slept with one man, and we hadn’t
exactly burned down the house together. I didn’t really know what I
was doing when it came to sex. But Ash? He wasn’t an international
sex symbol for nothing.
In a quiet voice, I
admitted, “Ash, I’m not exactly experienced.”
His motions stilled and
he looked into my eyes. “Have you never…?”
“Oh, I have had sex
before. But only with my ex-boyfriend.”
Ash growled. “Can I
rip his lungs out?”
“I don’t think you
need to feel jealous about what we—”
“Did he ever get to
touch you?” he interrupted me with a ferocious gleam in his eyes,
all predator.
“Well, yes.”
Minimally, inspiring little to no response.
“Then I want to rip
his lungs out. You’re mine.” He sank down with a deep exhale, as
if he’d been holding himself back. He ripped my towel off of me,
baring me completely on the rug. In the firelight, he ran his hands
over my body, caressing, kneading, stroking. Every inch came alive,
singing to his touch, tingling and responding until I was moaning
with need, clutching at him.
He dropped his lips to
my stomach, kissing my breasts and palming them, playing with the
stiff peaks of my nipples.
“Ash, please,” I
shamelessly begged, twisting under his attentions, my sex dripping
with need.
“Please what, Ana?”
he asked, a dominant gleam in his eye as he made me crazy, taking
pleasure in my desperation.
“Ash!” I cried out
as he moved down to trail kisses along my inner thighs. I loved his
mouth on me. I knew how good his tongue could make me feel, but I
wanted more. I needed more. He was ready to go, his cock full and
hard, engorged and at the ready. I wanted to feel it inside of me,
wanted him to thrust in deep until I came all over him.
“Tell me, Ana.” He
kissed my hips, my lower stomach.
“Fuck me, Ash!” I
screamed out, unable to take it anymore. All of the build up, all of
the teasing, I couldn’t stand a second more of it. “Please, fuck
me!”
“That’s it.” He
savored my response, rewarding me, drawing up against me. He brought
his hands on my shoulders and pressed his hard shaft directly against
the entrance of my wet, quivering pussy. “You want my cock, Ana?”
“Ah! Yes!”
He left my side for a
moment and I nearly cried out in frustration, but then I heard the
crinkle of foil and realized he was opening a condom. Good thing he
still had a rational thought in his brain. But then even that thought
vanished as he brought his thick crown to my dripping slit and held
it there for just a second, a second that seemed to stretch out and
on. And then, finally, he parted me, thrusting his tip inside, hard,
all man. I inhaled sharply. He was so huge, so much bigger than
anything I’d ever felt before.
“Are you going to
take me in, Ana?” he asked me, his voice low and husky.
“Yes!” I dropped my
head back, my thighs parting for him. I wanted him in, all of him. He
pumped into me, slowly easing in, each solid inch making me more and
more wet.
“Christ, you feel
good,” he exhaled, breathing hard. “So fucking wet for me, Ana.”
He spread me so wide,
already had me so full I couldn’t believe there was any more of
him. But I wanted all of him and I thrust my hips up, needing it all.
There was more. He sank fully into me, filling me so deep I couldn’t
believe I could take him in. It almost hurt and my eyes widened
“You make me so big,
Ana.” He dropped his head to my throat and licked me as he started
to move, slowly, just an inch or two at a time. Slowly, he began to
build into a rhythm, giving me some time to adjust, to spread wide
and take him all the way in.
I clutched my hands to
his back and began to move with him, rolling my hips against him,
meeting his thrusts.
“Yes,” he panted,
starting to move faster, go deeper. He was holding back, I realized.
Keeping himself restrained. I wanted him to let go and take me like
an animal. I dug my hands into his ass, sank my fingernails into his
flesh and shoved my pussy against his cock, screaming at the feel of
him.
With a deep groan,
Ash’s hands on my shoulders moved from caressing to something more.
Pressing me into the soft rug, his fingers fastened me there and he
began to fuck me, drilling his cock into me harder and harder.
Twisting under him, I took him all, bucking, working for it, writhing
with need, my legs spread so wide.
“You want it hard?”
he asked me, bringing a hand down to my inner thigh. He pinned it to
the rug, stretching me, angling my pussy so he could take me as fast
and hard as he wanted.
“Yes!” I screamed,
clawing at his back, loving the way he held me down, the way he
gunned into me. I felt so taken, so possessed as he drove into me
again and again, both of us grunting, straining, sweat starting to
glisten on our skin.
“You like how I fuck
you, Ana?” he roared, pounding into me, slamming his huge cock into
me, hitting my clit just right every time. I couldn’t even answer
him, couldn’t form a coherent word, I just screamed, the passion
coursing through my body. “I’m going to fuck you all night, Ana.
I’ll never get enough of your pussy.”
His words, his thrusts,
his huge cock, the feel of his hands pinning me down, I couldn’t
take it anymore. The pleasure peaked, crested and crashed down over
me in shuddering, orgasmic waves.
“Ah!” I cried out,
my pussy clenching and squeezing around his cock as I came, shivering
and screaming.
“That’s it.” He
fucked me relentlessly, not stopping, not giving me a second to rest,
no mercy. I threw my head to the side, another scream tearing from my
throat. He gave a massive thrust up into me, so deep, claiming me
completely. I clawed at him, sweaty, taking everything he had to
give. I could feel his cock, so deep, so hard, pounding into me, as
he called out and groaned.
My hands on his back, I
relished the feel of him so tense, then the feel of his massive
release. He sank down on top of me, resting most of his weight to my
side, but still covering me with his leg, his shoulder, his arm. I
never wanted him any other way. I wanted his touch, his taste, his
cock, on me, inside of me, every second of every day for the rest of
my life.
I was in trouble now.
§
The next morning came
and went, the sunrise completely unnoticed by either me or Ash. We
had our own world, inside our hotel suite. It didn’t matter if
Paris was outside, the city of lights and romance. We had everything
we wanted inside, behind closed shades.
He’d made good on his
promise, taking me all night long. Again in front of the fire, then
in the bed. Late in the morning, I’d awoken to the feel of him by
my side, along my back. His amazing cock pressed full and insistent
against my backside.
I’d arched my back
toward him, offering myself to him without words. He’d wrapped his
large hand around my hip and angled me so he could thrust right up
inside. He had me so close to coming from that alone, the
breathtaking feel of him claiming me, filling me. When he brought his
fingers down to my pussy, fucking me and strumming my clit, I came
for him. He fucked me until I was sore, shaking the bed and coming
with a mighty roar.
Still inside of me, he
bit the nape of my neck. I gasped, but loved it.
“I think you just
left a mark.” I still felt a twinge of pain where his teeth had met
my skin.
“I want to mark you,”
he murmured, pressing my hips against his. Damn if I didn’t feel
his cock start to throb again, getting harder inside the wet walls of
my pussy. I wiggled down on him, pressing my ass into his groin.
“You’re mine.” He
ground my ass back into him, holding me there fast with his hand. His
other hand traveled its way up my body to my nipple where he teased
my peak, already stiff for him. He’d worked me hard all last night
and now into the morning, but still I wanted more. I’d never felt
anything like this before, this consuming fire, this raging,
throbbing need. Every orgasm he gave me—and I’d lost count at
this point—just fed my desire for more. The feel of him, the smell
of him. The sounds he made, the way he worshipped my body, as if he
couldn’t get enough, he’d never get enough.
Between his thumb and
forefinger, he gently rolled my nipple. Teasing, light, he made me
pant. “Mine,” he repeated. I closed my eyes, lost in the
intensity of the feelings rolling through me. “Say it, Ana,” he
commanded me, clamping his fingers down on my sensitive, swollen bud.
Pleasure shot down to
my molten core, his cock hardening again deep inside of me.
“Yes, Ash.”
He twisted my nipple
and thrust into me, his mouth back on my neck, licking, sucking,
biting. “Say it.”
I’d never felt so
owned, so claimed. It was overwhelming, suffusing my senses, leaving
me breathless. There was no doubt about it. Every bone in my body
answered him. “I’m yours, Ash.”
“Yes.” He drove
into me, fucking me hard once again. Sore, my body still needed him
and I thrust back into him, wanting him to mark me, wanting him to
bruise me. I needed him and it wasn’t a tame, organized kind of a
feeling. It was a wild, driving, consuming passion. My fist twisted
into the pillow and I ground myself back onto his cock, wanting him
to come again, wanting him to come in me without a condom. Now I was
really crazy, and he wouldn’t do it. He’d been religious about
condoms. Even now he withdrew and put on a new one before thrusting
back into me, wet and ready for his cock.
But he made me crazy,
stripped all rational thought from my brain. I didn’t care about
anything but Ash, his smell, his grunts, his huge cock driving into
me, parting me and fucking me like no man ever had. Like no other man
ever would.
A few hours later after
we dozed again, I got up to go to the bathroom. Some bodily needs
could not be ignored. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and looked
at the reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing it as my own. My
lips swollen from kisses, my cheeks scraped pink from his stubble, my
hair looked like I’d teased it mercilessly with a fine-toothed
comb. I brought a hand to it as if starting to attempt to fix it.
Fuck it. I dropped my
hand down in surrender. I had the unmistakable look of a woman who’d
just been properly and soundly fucked for hours on end. A smile crept
over my face. That’s exactly who I was.
As I crossed through
the main room of the suite, I saw Ash’s phone lighting up like a
Christmas tree. He might want to see it. It might be something
important, news from his family.
Climbing back into bed,
he greeted me with a drowsy kiss. “Welcome back.”
“I was only gone two
minutes,” I laughed.
“Too long.”
“Your phone is
blowing up.” I handed it to him. It hadn’t stopped vibrating and
lighting up the whole time I’d been holding it.
Grumbling, he took it
from me, but moved to put it on the bedside table. “I don’t want
to know.”
“It might be your
family,” I said. Then I realized the stupidity of my words. I was
the one who checked in with her parents on a daily basis, sending
them emails and texts and leaving them voicemails to always let them
know I was OK. Ash’s father had passed away. He didn’t seem close
at all with his mother. And though his grandmother clearly cared for
him, to her he was still just one among many in a large, extended
family. The only people checking in on him as frequently as my
parents checked in on me were the people making money off of him. His
PR reps, his agent. That had to suck.
With a sigh, he
resigned himself to looking at his phone. “There it is,” he said,
clicking on a link that had been sent to him.
I drew up next to him
under the covers and together we watched ourselves. In the little bar
from last night, we sat close on the piano stool and sang to each
other. It felt strange, to say the least, seeing our intimate moment
broadcast like that. The way we looked at each other, the flirtatious
way we sang, it made my heart swell up all over again in my chest.
Me and over 800,000
other viewers.
“Is that right?” I
pointed at the number under the window, labeled ‘views.’
“Yeah,” he
confirmed. “It’s been making its way around.” Then,
reluctantly, he pressed on his voicemail, letting it play through
speakerphone.
“You fucking killed
it!” Lola’s voice rang out, sharp and clear into our hotel room.
I didn’t like her intrusion, but I guessed she was a necessary part
of Ash’s life. “You had me worried, Ash. But you came through.
That video is genius! Taking her to Paris! You’re nailing it!”