Down to Ash (#Dirtysexygeeks Book 2) (16 page)

His heart banged against his chest. She liked him rough. Jesus, he couldn't think. He swallowed and tried to lighten the mood. “There have been times when I've imagined you wearing a ball gag.”

She placed a kiss on his pelvic bone instead of giving him a smart remark.

Yeah. He liked her mouth. Especially when she brushed her lips over the tip of his cock.

“You still smell like me,” she said.

Fuck
. “Stop.” He had to choke down a vicious curse as need banged against his skull. He couldn't get lost in that. “Look at me,” he demanded.

Her dark eyes were wide as she waited. Even his dirtiest fantasies couldn't come close to seeing Ash kneeling between his legs. He'd kissed her lips swollen and now she was going to wrap them around his dick.

When Victor felt like he could breathe without it coming out as a growl, he told her, “Grip the base.”

She stroked him instead and had the nerve to blink at him like she was innocent. “Like this?”

What the fuck did he know? “Yes,” he panted. “Let's see if I like your way better.”

She added tongue to her strokes. He couldn't stop watching the way she licked him, never just closing her mouth around the tip. Her pink tongue laved his dick, tasting him, lapping him up. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed. Maybe that showed in his expression, because she smiled up at him, wicked and lovely.

She rose to his mouth and murmured, “You taste so good. Taste yourself,” and then dragged him into a drugging kiss.

He'd said that to her the first time they had sex. Tension, anticipation and desire had taken over and he couldn't chuckle at the way she made him eat his words. Victor was doing all he could to not flip her onto her back and take the lead.

His breath drew in and out at a ragged pace. She gave him one last hard kiss and then gripped the base of his dick. Pre-come rose to the tip at her rough touch. She moaned and fucking finally sucked him, took him deep into her mouth.

Had he just fucking whimpered? He would have been embarrassed, but a delicious sensation had his body in a vise. His hips bucked up, instinct taking over. Pleasure was right within his reach.

His heart was going to explode. “Ash. Ash. I'm going to come.”

She sucked and licked the head, never losing pace. His lungs stopped working and his world dimmed to just her and her mouth and how goddamn good she felt. His hips jerked, forcing his dick deeper into her, and he came with a harsh shout.

She kept working her mouth up and down, taking all of him into her. Fuck. He was trembling, feeling unmanned, but the euphoria had taken over and he didn't fucking care. He shouldn't have been surprised, but she chuckled as she kissed her way up his torso. So damn satisfied with making him lose his mind.

He couldn't be mad. He felt the same,
and fuck, he could still almost feel her mouth on his cock.
She’d earned every right to preen.

Ash nipped at the crook of his neck. “Victor?”

She'd said his full name again. He loved the sound of it on her lips. “Anything you want,” he muttered, and then smiled when she laughed.

“Don't do that,” she said.

His brain was mush so he couldn't even guess what she meant. “What?”

“Smile. It makes me dizzy.”

Maybe that topped the list of shit he loved now. She liked his smile. He called on whatever strength he had to roll them over. He settled between her legs, liking how low her lids were. They weren't even close to done, but she was ready.

“Your eyes are lying to you,” he said. “I don't smile.”

“You were.” She locked her legs around his, and then stretched her arms above her head until she could grip the edge of her mattress with one hand. “You have this laugh line right here...” She traced her finger along his cheek. “Could be a long dimple. Could be that your resting bitch face cracked from smiling.”

“Ash,” he said.

“Victor?”

Fuck.

Yeah. He loved that. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her, feeling light.

****

Ash was falling again. Her only anchors were his tongue and then his teeth. His damn was smile throwing her off. How could a lift of his lips push her over the edge? How could she have ever said what they did in bed was merely scratching an itch? When he kissed her long and slow, then slow and deep as if the taste of her mouth was enough to sustain him?

He didn't stop even as he finished undressing. He kept going as he spread her pussy lips and played with her clit with his fingers. Teasing her, bringing her to the brink, only to back off and start again. When he finally relented, he ate her moans as she came.

So, maybe it wasn't just his smile that had her heart in her throat. “Vic, please.”

“Please, what?” He shifted between her legs.

His cock bumped against her still-sensitive clit. She shivered, closing her legs around him in hopes he'd enter her. “Victor...”

He entered her slowly, his voice filled with reverence, “Say it again.”

She knew what he'd wanted, but asked anyway, “Vic?”

“No. Fuck.” He pushed her leg up, rolling his hips. “Say it again.”

She really needed to stop teasing him when they had sex. He always paid her back in full and always within seconds. “Victor.” She moaned, giving him what he needed.

His next thrust was harder, not just stealing her breath, but her thoughts. “Stop moving.” He lifted her leg higher. “Again.”

Her world was tilting. “Not until you pay me back what you owe me.”

Victor's chuckle was filled a naughty promise. “A ten-second wait. Okay. Don't fucking move.”

Five seconds, and she screamed his name, not caring that she was still losing any and all cool points whenever they were in bed. She was slicked with sweat but her body was on fire. She tugged his hair as he pressed deeper into her—shallow thrusts that blinded her. He felt so good stroking inside her.

And then he was kissing her again—groaning, begging her in between each stroke to just keep saying his name. His nails bit into her thighs. Something thicker than sweat slid down her leg, but she was climaxing again and didn't care what the liquid was. Squeezing tightly around him. Wet and probably swollen because he’d taken her twice in one day. She crashed hard into the orgasm.

He pushed into her so deep she couldn't catch her breath, and then they were both trembling, panting for air. He'd come too. Her pussy quaked again, satisfied by that fact. When he nipped at her chin, she shivered then he chuckled, sounding satisfied.

Feeling returned seconds later, and her neglected thigh sent out a light throb of pain. “Did you scratch me?” she croaked, her throat dry.

Victor lifted his head then glanced down. “Shit. Broke the skin. Does it hurt?”

“A little. Stop fussing.”

He went quiet, and she hated that. The walls were coming back up and soon she wouldn't be able to get in.

She cupped his face and forced him to meet her gaze. “Okay. If you're actually hurting me, I'll say ‘spirit of Zamunda.’ Deal?”

Victor smiled broadly enough for it reached his eyes. “You know, that's not what they actually say when they exorcise demons on
Supernatural
?”

She was getting dizzy again from his smile. “True, but I should get brownie points for a
Coming to America
joke after sex. Also, Team Missionary should be a thing.”

His smile widened even more as he shook his head.

She was falling again and she wasn't sure she'd ever stop.

*****

Mullet rock jolted Ash from a deep sleep. Took her a few seconds to recognize the song, in spite of how familiar the 1970s tune was to her.

She turned her head to see Vic sitting upright with half a million of her pink pillows at his back. She'd slept on the other half a million.

One brow lifted, but he didn't let his gaze slide to her. He'd propped his phone on his lap with a pillow. She didn't have to glance at the clock to know it was the middle of the night. Sleep tugged at her, trying to coax her back into slumber.

She said, “You're either listening to a Kansas album or watching a season finale of
Supernatural
.”

“Season Four. Sam's an idiot.”

She'd thought the same, just a little more vehemently. “Wait for five. It gets better.”

He shifted to look at her. “What? I thought you had only—”

“I binged for the last few days. I’m at the end of Season Five.”

Such a normal conversation to have in the middle of the night. Then again, he probably hadn't been to sleep. He still had all his p's and q's in place to pick up where they'd left off four hours ago.

She reached over to run her fingertips over the stubble growing along his jaw. “Put the phone down.”

He looked at her, his face hard. “I'm not tired.”

Vic didn't trust himself to go to sleep. Fine. She'd meet him well past the halfway point. She scooted over until most of her body covered his. She threw an arm over his chest and buried her cheek into one of his hard pecs. Both of her legs tangled around his left calf, forcing him to shift farther down the bed. He laughed at her impression of an octopus.

Despite everything, she was comfortable, and judging by the way he’d relaxed, so was he. Vic adjusted his phone so they could both watch the small screen.

Still, she felt the need to say, “If you don't sleep, I won't sleep.”

“You're protesting.” His smile was evident in his tone as he punched the phone’s volume up.

Probably a bad idea to make a statement when naked and plastered against someone. His body heat when mixed with hers had already created a petri dish of sweat against her cheek and everywhere else their bodies touched.

“I'm just cuddling,” she lied, lamely.

He chuckled. “You're going to regret your stand in the morning.”

But what did it say about him that he didn't try to extricate himself? Good things. Lots and lots of good things.

“I might, but I doubt it.” She snuggled into him.

Her sleeping peacefully while he spent the rest of the night worrying that he could hurt her didn’t seem fair. Or...probably going over and over in his mind how he could have saved his friendship with her brother.

She had the privilege of knowing without a doubt that if she called Porter in the morning and told him she needed him, he'd go to her. Oh, he'd give her shit until he forgave her, but he was her brother. He’d show up.

Ash frowned as the situation fractured in her mind like a broken mirror. The Goon Squad would take Porter's lead because he rarely made a stand. Not because he was meek or anywhere in the vicinity of quiet. He chose his battles with a ruthless precision. She and her brother shared that quality.

Even if all that thinking didn't keep Vic awake, like some demented cherry on top of the rest of his anxiety, there were his six years of military service to draw on. Vic had a lot of reasons to avoid sleep.

She only had one reason to get him to close his eyes. She wanted to sleep with him in the most basic way. Ash wanted, and she had no qualms about taking.

Ash wanted, and that was that.

Tension rode up her spine.

You're selfish.

“What?” he asked, as if sensing her unease.

She grabbed his phone and changed the TV show to a cozy British mystery she tended to cue up when insomnia hit. He didn't complain, probably more curious about her choice than anything else.

Thirty minutes later, his chest rose and fell in a deep, soft rhythm. At the end of the episode, when she was sure he was actually asleep, Ash closed her eyes. Took her a while, because
you're selfish
kept echoing in her head.

~Gamer Truth: If the bush is glittering, it is probably loot.~

“You're having a friend fix my car at a discount,” Ash announced before getting out of Victor’s car. “I'm paying for the coffee,”

Since Victor's mood was amiable, he didn't argue…though he would be paying.

He followed a few feet after her into Brew and Bagel because he couldn't take his eyes off her ass. He trailed behind her to keep watching it like the pervert he was. She'd dressed professionally, as always, but her snug skirt had a built-in slit. Every step flashed a glimpse of a thigh, and also made her ass do a little bounce. He was mesmerized.

By the time he caught up, and pulled his gaze up, she was at the counter. The shop had only a few stragglers, which was surprising given the early hour near the college campus.

“Good morning”—Ash glanced at the barista’s nametag— “Lizzie. I'd like a large coffee. Hazelnut blend. Also, another large, mocha with lots of whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”

That gave him pause. “What did you just order for me?”

She glanced back at him. “What you gave me yesterday could kill anthrax.”

“I like it.”

“Maybe but I'll bet money you'll like hazelnut better.” She handed the blond girl some money with a smile.

Victor reached into his wallet and then stuffed a ten into Ash's purse.

Lizzie—the poor girl—watched their interplay with a deer-in-headlights expression for a moment before responding, “I'll bring the regular black coffee, Mr. Yang.”

But Victor grew suspicious when Lizzie grinned at Ash, and Ash returned the big smile.

She faced him with a false expression of innocence. “You're chipper this morning.”

He'd gotten some sleep—good sleep. When he'd opened his eyes at six a.m., Victor had known exactly where he was. The scent of sex mixed with peaches in the air had made that easy. Ash had curled into him more, his phone clutched in her hand. She was warm and soft—his anchor.

Much more than he deserved. No matter how good he felt being with her, Victor knew the experience was stolen. Standing in line with her for coffee and waking up next to her…it was all just a twist of fate. Hell, he'd spent most of his life wanting her, and then hating himself for wanting her.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Just to twist the knife a bit deeper, he'd had to watch her with someone else whenever a man did more than whet her appetite. Now he knew making her laugh and watching the way her happiness transformed her face was like lifting his own up to the sun. He was soaking her in, basking in the light of her. Fate had fucked up, no doubt about it.