Caught in the Flames (35 page)

His body shakes and I milk every last bit of his release with my hands’ steady strokes. Normally, I’d get up and spit, but I feel so sexy, so powerful in this moment that I decide to be bold. When Ash’s eyes finally blink open I release his cock from my mouth, brush my tongue across my parted lips, and then swallow.

“Fuck me . . .” he breathes.

“That’s the plan, right?” I tease and he smirks. I climb off his body and lay next to him on my bed. I’m completely satisfied, both from my orgasm and from giving a good blow job. Fuck that, it was a phenomenal blow job, I’m sure, and I almost ask Ash to rate it on a scale from one to ten, but he rolls away and hops off the bed.

“I’m giving you fifteen minutes to get ready, Callie, and then meet me upstairs.” He pulls on his shirt, pants, and shoes, and I climb off the mattress and strut over to grab a bag in nothing but my birthday suit.

I glance back to see him readjust himself.

I grin. “What’s with the time limit? You got somewhere to be?”

“Nah, but if I don’t get you to my place soon I doubt we’ll ever leave.” His lips pull into a smile. “As much as I want you, I don’t need Kiki or her nosy ass neighbors spreading rumors about us.”

“Good call. I didn’t think of that.”

Ash jogs up the stairs and I focus on the task at hand. Opening the bathroom door, I toss my toiletries inside the bag.

This is probably a bad idea
. My conscience tries to rear her officious little head, but I shove those thoughts down and address my makeshift dresser. I fill my bag with everything I might need this weekend, including sexy lingerie. Before I zip my tote I toss in sweat pants too, because hell, this is Ash.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and jog up the stairs. Hitting the laundry room, I check to make sure Silas’ water and food dispensers are filled. He howls his pompous meow from his perch on the dryer.

“Don’t be like that, Silas. Callie needs to get her groove back. You understand.” Another meow from him. “Fine. Be like that. I’m going anyway!”

“Everything okay?” Ash calls from the kitchen.

“Yeah, let’s go before I chicken out!” I call out and flip off all the lights on our way outside. Ash’s hat is pulled down low, making it difficult for me to read his expression. But I can’t help but notice the bounce in his step as we walk to his car. That he’s as excited as I am puts my anxiety to rest on the drive over.

This weekend started out without much promise and here I am about to do something bold, sexy, and a whole lot more adventurous than I’ve ever done, but with Ash as my partner I feel surprisingly settled about it. Maybe the universe is finally coming around and my season of luck is about to change.

I love surprises.

At least, the kind Ash plans. Sex surprises. I’ve been in his condo less than twenty-four hours and already I’ve had more outstanding sex than I’ve ever had before. Ash wasn’t kidding when he said he would fuck Chase right out of me. Honestly, I’m impressed the man can still get it up. When we got to his place last night there was doorway sex, then after calling for takeout there was late night kitchen counter sex.

We passed out on his couch watching the latest Marvel film, and after sleeping late there was morning oral—a treat from me to him, followed by shower oral—his fantastic gift to me. Holy hell, Ash has exceeded all of my expectations for this sexcation! The last few hours we’ve been lazing around, eating junk food, watching college football, and napping on the couch.

I’m caught in that half sleep state, not really tired but totally relaxed, and enjoying every second. The sensation of being watched causes my eyes to flutter open and discover Ash’s wide grin inches from my face.

“I have an idea.” He smirks from where he squats in front of the couch.

“What’s that?” I stretch out, working the soreness from my neck and body. Full body workouts have nothing on a weekend with Ash.

“Do you trust me?” He’s intense and those words wash away any residual sleepiness.

“What is it, Ash?” I sit up on the couch.

“Do you trust me?” he repeats, this time as a challenge. He rises and holds out one hand. He’s only wearing a pair of boxer briefs and my mouth salivates as I peruse his strong, tatted chest and arms, trim waist, and dick that’s doing a very poor job of hiding beneath the fabric of his underwear. I want him.

“You know I do.” I place my palm in his.

“Good.” He tugs and I stand, but he lifts me until I’m off the ground and he hauls me over his shoulder. I squeal, but he just starts walking as if I weigh nothing.

“Ash, what are you doing? Put me down.” I giggle as he carries me up the stairs, inside the bedroom, and drops me at the foot of his bed. Oh, wow. Of all the things we’ve done, he’s yet to bring me into his room. And it’s a nice room. Nothing special, but the way he’s set things up has my mouth parched for water and my body on full alert.

His bed is front and center, the posts made of wrought iron, and attached to each corner are four neck ties.

I lick my lips again and laugh, my nerves taking over. “Um, what’s all this?”

“I think you can imagine.” His fingers skim the sides of my worn tee, grip the hem and he undresses me, slowly and with care.

I giggle again. “Uh, I’m not sure I’m okay with this.” I glance at the bed and images of every BDSM porn clip I’ve ever seen flash before my eyes. My breath picks up with anticipation, but also fear. It’s hot to watch, but I don’t actually enjoy pain.
Why does Ash want to hurt me?

“Callie, relax. You trust me, remember?” Ash chuckles and I meet his stare. He’s right. I’m being silly. This is Ash. Everything he’s done has been perfect and good. I exhale my fear. He nods, pulls down my sweats and underwear, and I’m naked before him and back to feeling all sorts of vulnerable.

“You’re not into canes or whips are you?” I whisper.

“Not particularly, no. I only want to make you feel good. I’m gonna tie you to the bed and blindfold you, though. It’s sort of an experiment, if you will. Still trust me?”

I nod yes.

“Say it, Callie.” The demand goes straight to my clit.

“Yes, Ash. Fuck me.”

“Oh, I will. Just not yet.” And with that, he steps behind me and fastens a cloth over my eyes, blanketing me in darkness. “That feel okay? It’s not too tight?”

“It’s good,” I breathe. Ash leads me to the bed and helps position my body where he wants me. One limb at a time, he stretches me out on my back and fastens the restraints so I’m spread eagle on the bed. His movements are unhurried and purposeful, pausing to check that the ties aren’t too tight.

I’ve never done this before. My body throbs with anticipation. Each brush of his fingers across my skin jolts my senses and I crave more of him. Soft music clicks on from somewhere in the room and the steady bass beats increases my need and want for Ash to touch me.

He begins at my left ankle, kissing and licking his way up to my inner thigh. I want his face in my pussy and when his lips travel close I lift my hips to try and meet him there. Instead, the bed shifts and his mouth disappears from my skin. I groan and his soft chuckle fills the room. He goes to my right leg and repeats the same pattern. It’s torture and bliss at the same time.

“Ash, please,” I beg without shame.

“This?” he murmurs, and his lips finally lock around my clit. I yell out an incoherent strand of words, cries, and pleas for more. He’s a quick learner, paying close attention each time we’ve been intimate and he already knows what I like. I’m so close, so fast, chasing the peak of my release. The bed dips again and he’s gone.

“Ash!” I practically growl and pull against my ties.

“Still trust me?” His breath is at my ear and it sends goosebumps across my flesh. Fuck, he really is like a ninja. A sex ninja.

“You know I do.” I huff and roll my eyes, though he can’t see them. “I also like it when you eat me out.”

“I like that, too.” I hear his smile in his voice and the mattress dips again.

A cold, liquid goo drops onto my left nipple and then it’s Ash’s turn to groan. “Fuck, Callie, you’re gorgeous. You know that?” Before I can answer, his mouth, warm and wet, covers my nipple and sucks while his tongue swirls against the sensitive flesh. I melt into the sheets with a moan as his hard body lines up over mine. He rocks his hips and his erection slides against my pelvic bone, skin to skin. Good God, I don’t know when he lost the boxers but I’m thankful he did.

He pauses and there’s that coldness against me again, this time over my right breast. He lets it drip down the sides a little before lapping it up. The chill of the thick solution fuses with the warmth from his mouth and it’s one of the most erotic sensations I’ve ever felt. The blindfold adds to the heat of the moment because I can’t tell what he’s doing or where he’s going next, but I long to watch him, to know what it is he’s spreading all over my chest.

“Ash, what are you—?”

His mouth locks with mine and his tongue sweeps inside. I groan because—

“Chocolate,” I whisper and the bed shifts just slightly as his lips leave mine. “No! Come back!”

“
Shh
,” he says and his finger runs along my lips, tracing the shape. “Trust me?” His finger repeats another caress over my lip but this time he spreads the cool sauce.

“Mmm . . .” I dart my tongue out to lick his finger but he pulls it away.

“Say it, Callie,” he demands and my center pulses with need for this man. I want the chocolate, too.

“Fuck me, Ash. Please, I want to see you.”

He tugs the blindfold over my face and I blink to open my eyes, but even the soft light of the room burns. Ash’s lips cover mine and we kiss, a battle of heat, desire, and chocolate sucking goodness, until every last bit is gone.

“Can I leave these on?” He tugs playfully at my right arm, then reaches for the condom on the side table. “It’s fucking hot.”

“I guess.” I’m a little distracted by the way he leans back on his heels to palm his erection. “I like touching you, though.” And if I weren’t tied up I’d be rolling that condom on myself.

Ash meets my gaze as he rips open the package. “If you don’t like it, Callie, tell me and I’ll untie you.” Concern and care etch in the furrow of his brow and I trust him that much more.

“I’m good. Just please fuck me soon. I need to come.”

His eyes widen, the hazel hues blaze in the soft light, and he rolls the latex over his hard length. “As you wish,” he says and with one powerful thrust he’s deep inside.

“Oh, God, yes. Wait—did you just quote
The Princess Bride
to me?”

He continues moving his hips, hard and steady.
Oh, God, yes. That feels incredible.

“Fuck yeah, I did.” His face grins over me as his right hand disappears into my mess of curly hair. He grips it tight, bringing his forehead down to touch mine while he continues slamming in and out of me. “Great movie,” he pants.

“Top ten,” I groan out.

“This?” He thrusts harder and this time he hits against my clit. “Or the movie?” He does it again, picking up the pace, and I don’t understand the question.

“More.” My fingers clench the neckties. The feeling of being bound and pleasured, and Ash’s labored breath blending with mine all combust into one shattering orgasm. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Fuck, Callie!” he shouts back, pursuing his own release. His eyes lock with mine, his muscles go taut, and a tremor works its way through his entire body as he comes. He pulls out and unties my wrists, kissing them before doing the same to each ankle. “I’ll be right back.” He still holds the condom in place and I nod, fully exhausted and totally satisfied as I curl into the center of his bed.

My eyes shut of their own accord and all I can think about is how fucking good that was. And how much I love chocolate again. The bed dips moments later and Ash spoons against me, one arm around my waist while he burrows his head in my hair.

“Did we really discuss movie quotes mid fuck?” I giggle.

“I think so.” Ash chuckles. “Great movie, though.”

I roll so I can wrap my arm around his chest and meet his gaze. “Thank you for that.”

“For sex?” His brow lifts.

“For making me realize he didn’t ruin everything good.” I place a kiss across the ink of his chest.

“You’re welcome.” We lay together, our heartbeats and breaths mixing with the soft rock beating through the speaker dock. It’s a comfortable silence and for once my thoughts don’t race.

“Callie, can I ask a favor?” His voice rumbles from where I rest my face against his chest.

“Sure. You can ask me anything. I’m pretty sure I’ll say yes. Unless I can’t speak because you’ve literally fucked all thoughts from my brains.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” He plays with a loose strand of my hair, twisting the curl around his index finger. I glance up but he won’t meet my gaze and it’s weird because he almost seems nervous.

“What is it, Ash?”

“I’m heading up the food drive next weekend at the station. And I could really use help.”

“Of course.” I pull his hand from my hair and to my lips to kiss softly. “That’s it?”

He meets my stare. “It’s just that . . . Chase will be on shift, and . . . I know you don’t want to see him, but I really could use your help. I want you there, but . . .”