Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Besides that, there was the truth that Ash had always had some kind of power over me. He made me feel everything more strongly than I did with anyone else—anger, frustration, and yeah, attraction and desire.
I followed him inside. He went straight for the kitchen, but to my surprise, he pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. “You want a drink?”
“No beer?” I asked. It wasn’t that I wanted him to have one, it was just typically his MO, and now he’d passed on one twice tonight.
“No. For once I want to be in my right mind when I fuck around with someone. We are going to fuck around, right?”
“You’ve really never touched another man but me?” It blew my mind that not only could he have denied a part of himself for so long, but that he fell into it so easily with me.
“Scout’s honor. It’s kind of frustrating—both my lack of sexual experience when it comes to men and your Sweet Beau Campbell voodoo magic.”
A loud laugh jumped out of my mouth. “Voodoo magic, huh?” I asked.
“You never answered my question.”
I sobered up real quickly. “Yeah, Ash. We’re gonna fuck around. I figured I’d blow you. We could start there.”
His hand shot out, and he grabbed the counter as though he needed its support to stay on his feet. “You say that like it’s so simple.”
“It is so simple for me.” I stepped closer to him, then didn’t stop until I was right in front of Ash. “I love giving head. I’ll make you lose your mind. Make you wonder why you waited so long—at least for me.”
“Holy shit. Who are you, and what did you do with the Beau I know? I thought I was supposed to be the overconfident one?”
“No over about it,” I replied. “This is fun. I like being able to shake you up the way you’ve always done with me.” I clutched his waist, felt his hip bones against my palms, closed the door on all my doubts, fear, and confusion. I wasn’t going to pass this up. I was going to enjoy it. “Oh look. I see a bulge.”
Ash trembled. “Who’s going to wreck whom in this scenario?” he asked breathlessly.
His words shocked my heart, making an electrical current run the length of me. The thought of affecting Ash in any way tied me in knots. He was…well, Ashton fucking Carmichael, and yeah, I knew that was often how I referred to him, but I didn’t know how else to explain it. He always felt like he was more. More than me, than Fever Falls, than anyone and everything.
I always felt too simple to have much of an effect on him.
“Come on.” I nodded toward the hallway. “Let’s go so I can taste you.” Was it strange that I wanted to suck Ash in his childhood bedroom? The one I’d gone to and spent time in with him?
“You know I’m going to blow my load the second I’m in your mouth, right?” he asked. “And that’s not easy for me to admit.”
“We’ll make it work,” I replied, then pulled him along. He took a step forward, and I backward. As if he couldn’t handle not being in control anymore, Ash tugged me toward him, put his right hand against my cheek, his left on my neck, and took my mouth.
We stumbled backward into the wall.
“Sorry,” he mumbled against my lips.
“You don’t have to be sorry. You can be rough with me, Ash.”
He smiled against my lips. “I can’t believe I’m kissing you.”
“You’re not. You’re talking.”
So then he kissed me again. His tongue swept my mouth, expertly pulling moans from me. He pushed against me, rubbed his erection against mine, and whimpered, fucking whimpered. I never thought I’d know the day that Ashton whimpered for me.
I cupped his ass and kissed him deep as I walked, making him move backward this time. Our feet tangled around each other, we almost tripped as he stumbled, and we laughed and kissed our way to his room. He hit the light, and then I pushed him until he fell onto the bed. He kicked out of his shoes as he did so.
“You don’t have to blow me if you don’t want to. We can rub off on each other again,” he said as I pulled his shorts down. “This time naked, though. I wanna feel your skin.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not a hardship. I want to suck your dick. I told you I love it.” As I finished my sentence, the cock in question sprang free from the patch of dark, trimmed pubes at his groin. It was a nice dick—long, thick, full of veins, with a heavy, tight sac beneath.
“What about you?” he asked.
“I’ll come too.”
I trembled, fucking shook as I pulled my shirt over my head, as I took my shoes off, then my pants. I couldn’t believe I was there with Ash, that he wanted me so fucking much.