Seduction (Club Destiny) (16 page)

It was a good
thing she wrote it so she’d get as much pleasure from it as he would. Glancing
back down at the screen, she continued to read:

When he leaned
over her from behind, sucking one breast into his mouth, she gripped his head,
holding him to her as her body writhed with restrained ecstasy.

Alex leaned
over, forcing Ashleigh to tilt to the side as his chest came over the chair and
his wicked hot mouth latched onto her right breast, his tongue lashing her
nipple while he sucked the sensitive mound into the hot furnace of his mouth.

“Alex!” It was
too good; she didn’t want him to stop. Ever.

He had to pull
away so she could read the screen. It didn’t matter that she had written it
just that morning, her senses were overloaded, which meant her brain wasn’t
functioning normally.

As though
sensing her need, he walked around to the front of her chair, before divesting
her of her leggings, the only remaining clothing she had on.

Ashleigh’s
nerves rioted and for a brief moment, she worried she was having second
thoughts.

Alex didn’t give
her time to think about it though before he was pulling the spandex leggings
down her hips while she lifted her bottom slightly to make it easier. When he
stopped and stared up at her, kneeling at her feet, she held her breath for a
moment. She couldn’t let him see that she was questioning her sanity for the
first time since she’d let her desires get the best of her. It was his cocked
eyebrow that spurred her on because she was absolutely not going to be the one
to ruin this moment. Picking up where she left off:

Once her clothes
were an obstacle he no longer had to overcome, she held her breath, waiting to
see what he would do next. She wanted to tell him to taste her –
Ashleigh’s face
flamed as she swallowed hard, but continued reading, never looking up at Alex’s
face –
to tease her clit with his tongue, suck the hardened bundle of nerves
into his sexy mouth while he speared her pussy with his fingers.

Still unable to
look at him, Ashleigh flinched when his big palm flattened against her belly,
forcing her back into the chair. She held her breath, letting the warmth of his
hand infuse not only her body, but her soul as she sought the comfort of the
man there with her.

Yes, this had
been her idea. Yes, Ashleigh was anxious for Alex to live out her greatest
fantasies with her, but it hadn’t been until him that she felt safe enough to
have even dreamed of putting herself in this situation.

“So pretty.”
Alex whispered, “I love to taste your sweet pussy, thrust my tongue into your hot,
wet heat. I live for it.” Alex murmured against her mound, his warm breath
sending chills racing down her spine.

Spreading her
legs farther apart, wanting him closer to the heart of her, Ashleigh hung her
knees over the arms of the chair, opening herself to him completely. Watching,
her eyes were transfixed between her thighs where he was using his index finger
to trail through her juices, grazing back and forth through her slit, teasing
her clit before going back down. Alex didn’t thrust his finger inside of her
like she wanted, he slowly pushed in, bending the digit as he seemed to be
searching for something inside of her.

“Oh God!”
Ashleigh bucked her hips as her entire body spasmed. “Oh! Don’t stop!”

Her brain wasn’t
functioning, but her nerve endings were, and the spot he touched was overly
sensitive, and remarkably responsive. At first she had no idea what he was
doing, but then it dawned on her... G-spot.

“Oh my...”
Ashleigh sucked in air, pressing her shoulders into the back of the chair as
she tried to thrust her hips, wanting him to increase the pressure. When he
pulled his finger from the depths of her pussy, she had to bite her cheek to
keep from crying out. Why did he stop?

He resumed his
exploration of her wetness, sliding his finger up and down, pushing firmly on
her clit from time to time. Ashleigh moaned her pleasure, never wanting him to
stop because it felt better than she’d ever imagined, more erotic than even her
deepest fantasy and that was saying something.

Alex was taking
his part of the story seriously, using his tongue and his finger to torture
her, but when he ventured from the script, dipping his index finger deep inside
of her before retreating, then easing lower, tracing her anus, Ashleigh almost
came apart. No one had ever touched her there.

“Lift your hips,
baby.” Alex demanded, his mouth latching onto her clit once again.

She wasn’t sure
she could lift them anymore because she was at an awkward angle in the chair,
half sitting, half leaning, her ass nearly hanging off the seat while her knees
were propped on the armrests. Instead of questioning him, she pushed herself
farther into the chair, and he used his hands to lift her bottom, bringing her
pussy to his mouth, continuing to feast there, making her crazy with need.

Ashleigh wasn’t
going to last much longer. Her orgasm was building, tingling sensations
spiraling in her womb, her muscles gearing up for the aftermath of the
implosion.

Alex lifted her
rear another inch and his tongue was no longer in her pussy. He ventured lower,
and Ashleigh closed her eyes, giving herself over to the foreign feeling, the
delicate nerves wrought with arousal as he reamed her anus with his tongue.

Taboo,
unmentionable, forbidden... call it what you will, but Ashleigh was quickly
soaring toward an orgasm unlike anything she’d known before. It was amazing,
this new feeling, and she didn’t want him to stop, but she didn’t know what to
ask for.

“So good, Alex.
Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Much to her
relief, he didn’t stop, but he did slow his ministrations. Ashleigh kept her
eyes closed, not sure she wanted to see what he was doing because it was
erotically intense, not to mention it was something she wasn’t certain she
should enjoy quite so much.

“Relax, baby.”
Alex’s firm command broke the silence, filled only by her choppy breaths.

Ashleigh
squeezed her eyes shut, trying to relax. His tongue reamed her anus again, his
finger slid into her pussy, and he continued to torment her. Then he switched,
and Ashleigh’s body tensed. His finger slid into her anus, the foreign feeling
exquisitely painful while his tongue latched onto her clit, her body fighting
to understand the warring sensations until she couldn’t make out anything but
the overwhelming, piercing pleasure that erupted in violent tremors in her
womb.

Ashleigh
instinctively gripped his head, holding onto him as though that would keep her
from soaring out of her body as her orgasm ruptured, shattering her into a
million pieces.

It look her a few
minutes to come back to herself, especially enough to pick up where they had
left off. Opening her eyes, she saw the heated emerald green glow staring back
at her, and she could only smile.

“Better?” Alex
asked.

“Immensely,” she
grinned.

“So what happens
next?” Alex asked, and Ashleigh glanced up at the computer screen. After that,
she didn’t know if she could handle much more, but the best parts – or so she
had originally thought before that exhilarating experience – were still to
come.

~~*~~

Alex didn’t move
from where he was kneeling between Ashleigh’s splayed thighs. He couldn’t move,
actually. He was on his knees, the hard wood biting into his knees, but he was
more concerned about the pressure of his jeans on his throbbing dick. He was
going to explode if he moved an inch, he feared.

After that
little experiment, Alex was fighting the fierce urge to bend her over that damn
table and bury his cock in her ass. It was the most sensual thing he’d ever
seen, and the eager responsiveness of her body told him she had enjoyed it as
much as he had.

Now he just
needed to wait for her to pick up the story where she had left off. And yes,
maybe he’d improvised just a little, but it was so fucking worth it.

Ashleigh’s
whiskey brown eyes glowed from the laptop’s bright light, and he was torn
between seeing the shimmering desire in her eyes and gazing down at her pussy
because he was hanging by a very thin thread. If she didn’t get on with it, he
was going to free his cock and bury himself in her sweet, warm depths.

“Her body was
sated, but her need still burned just beneath the surface. The need to touch
him, to taste his masculine heat against her tongue,” Ashleigh read as Alex
watched her sweet lips move. “She wanted to kneel between his thighs as he
forced his cock to the hilt in her mouth, using her in ways she’d only ever
dreamed of.”

If Alex wasn’t
mistaken, Ashleigh was blushing which made sense because her voice was a little
shaky and she wouldn’t look at him. He didn’t know what came next, but he got the
gist of what she wanted. Hell, he’d gotten that the moment he’d seen her screen
and the words that had his blood taking an immediate U-turn, heading straight
for his cock.

He stood,
forcing his sore knees to straighten. “Sit up.” He told her as he unhooked the
button on his jeans, pulling down the metal tab on his zipper before pushing
the denim over his hips.

Gripping the
base of his shaft, he waited patiently while Ashleigh righted herself in the
chair before he quickly gripped the back of her head, holding her hair firmly
and pulling her toward him.

“Open.” He
insisted, and he suddenly felt woozy, overwhelmed with desire as he took
control of this woman. Knowing that was what she wanted turned him on all the
more and the adrenaline that flooded his veins had his body throbbing.

He forced the
swollen head of his cock past her lips as soon as they parted, not giving her
time to hesitate. Her eyes darted to his, and in the dim light from the
computer Alex recognized the passion, the need. He also recognized that she was
trying to tell him something.

He’d been
treating her like a fragile doll, being gentle, easy, keeping things relatively
simple; scared he might send her running if she caught a glimpse of the things
he wanted to do to her. Staring down at her now, Alex knew he’d made a mistake.
Instead of keeping her close, showing her how good and sweet it was when they
came together, he’d been pushing her away because she was seeking something
from him. Something he hadn’t been fulfilling.

“Suck me.” Alex
bit out, barely restraining the hunger. Gripping her chin firmly, he held her
as he pushed his cock into her mouth slowly, not letting her move, insisting on
controlling this, controlling her. “Harder, Ashleigh. Suck my cock.”

Fuck! It was too
good. Both the feel of her hot mouth on his cock and her eagerness to give
herself over to him, they were pulling him dangerously close to a release that
he wouldn’t be able to control.

Using both
hands, he slid his fingers into her hair, holding her head completely still as
he began fucking her mouth, forward, back, over and over, faster and deeper,
praying he didn’t make her gag, but needing this more than he thought possible.
He’d been holding back for too long, scared to send her running, and now he was
afraid he wouldn’t be able to turn back.

He didn’t want
to turn back. This was the side of him that he was familiar with. The man who
wasn’t gentle, taking what he needed while giving back at the same time.

“Aaahh... Baby.
Fuck.” Alex growled. “Take me deeper. That’s it.” He wasn’t going to be able to
hold off. She was milking him. “Ashleigh!”

He wasn’t sure
what he was saying anymore. He needed her; needed her to help him because he
was suddenly overwhelmed with a multitude of sensations and emotions all coming
together, overloading his circuits.

When her cool,
smooth fingers cupped his balls, gently massaging, Alex lost it. He roared into
the silence of the night as the tingling sensation raced up his spine,
shattering his mind and all of his senses while he flooded her mouth with his
seed, holding her still until she sucked every last drop from his body.

It took
everything in him not to crumble to the floor. Staring back at her, seeing that
mischievous grin on her face, Alex knew he’d been right. She was teaching him
something, and he might not be the most brilliant man, but he could assure her
he wouldn’t need another lesson.

Unless of course
it was going to be anything like that because he was definitely willing to sign
up for her classes if that’s the way she taught a lesson.

***
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Slow on the
uptake? Ok, he’d admit to that, but not much more.

After the night
before when Ashleigh had nearly made his head explode – well, she did succeed
with one, but he wasn’t talking about that one – Alex had committed to doing
this her way. To hell with the gentle, sweet lover he’d been trying to be for
her. She wanted something more, and he was hell bent on being that man.

He had left her
a message a little while ago, asking her to meet him at his office. He hadn’t
come up with any excuses because seriously, what was he going to tell her?
Instead, he’d left her a very thorough message, offering her detailed
instructions. Now he just had to wait.