She looks at me for a second too long, then nods, and turns her back towards me.
I shuffle closer to her and raise my hands, suddenly afraid to touch her.
“Come on, Finn. It’s not like you’re jumping out of a plane or anything,” she teases with a chuckle.
Her tone is light and teasing and there’s that chuckle to end it all, but I can still hear the tension behind it and I know she feels it too. The way the air in the room is suddenly charged. And the certainty that if I put my hands on her, this isn’t going to stop with a massage.
I reach out and gently push her collar further down, exposing her creamy white skin. I place my hands on her shoulders and work my thumbs against her neck. My skin tingles where it touches hers and when she moans under my touch, I feel my cock getting hard. I ignore the desire I can feel spreading through me, reminding myself how we both agreed this can’t, won’t and shouldn’t happen again. I try to tell myself it’s just a natural response, a primal thing really… it means nothing.
I don’t believe it at all.
Ashley isn’t helping matters at all. She’s opened a few more buttons of her blouse and pushed her blouse further down her back and arms, exposing the milky white skin there. Then she pushes the straps of her bra down her arms.
My cock jerks in my pants. Shit. Suddenly, her exposed skin, my fingers rubbing firmly into her flesh, that small involuntary sound she makes, feel taboo and… like the hottest thing I have ever done.
Ashley moans again and a wave of desire pounds through me. I know then that I can’t do this. I stand up abruptly. “Right, that should do the trick.” I start to walk away, but her hand grabs my wrist, stopping me and turning me to face her. Her eyes go to my crotch and I know she can see how hard my dick is. I wait for the accusation I know is coming, how we said this wouldn’t happen again, but Ashley surprises me once more. She doesn’t accuse me of anything. She doesn’t speak at all.
Instead, she pulls me towards her.
She releases my wrist and her hands go to my sweatpants. She pulls them down together with my boxers.
“Ashley…” I start as my cock is released from its material prison. The words die in my throat when she moves to the edge of the couch and stretches her lips around my cock. As she moves her mouth down my length, I couldn’t protest even if I wanted to. I groan as her tongue moves over the tip of my cock, flicking back and forth and sending shockwaves through me.
Then she sucks my cock deep into her mouth, and putting her hands on my ass cheeks, pulls me roughly closer to her. She keeps a tight hold on my ass as her head begins to bob, faster and faster, her rhythm perfect.
I am moaning and gasping with each breath now as Ashley pushes me towards the edge. I can feel my stomach clenching, my cock going wild. I reach down and push my hands into her hair, moving her head even faster.
She doesn’t resist my direction; she just ups her pace.
My mouth hangs open, my eyes are closed, and my head’s thrown back as I feel my climax building in the base of my cock. Suddenly her hot, wet, velvety mouth is gone. Where there was warmth, there is now a chilly breeze.
I open my eyes and look down at Ashley.
She looks back up at me, a wicked grin on her face. She runs her tongue over her lips and makes an ahh sound that makes me growl in frustration. She gives a soft laugh and stands up.
For one awful second, I think this is over, but Ashley has other ideas. She hitches her skirt up over her hips and pushes her panties down, kicking them away.
She sits back down on the couch and grabs my t-shirt, pulling me down on top of her as she lays back. My lips meet hers and her tongue moves into my mouth as our kiss becomes passionate, desperate. I can taste myself on her tongue as our tongues entwine. I move my mouth from hers and kiss the side of her neck.
Her hands push beneath my t-shirt, moving over my back, sending shivers through me. She drags the t-shirt off me, throwing it over the back of the couch. “Fuck me, Finn,” she orders in a low husky voice.
I don’t need telling twice. In this moment, I barely remember why we thought this was a bad idea. How can anything feel this good, be anything but a good idea?
I reach down and run my fingers through her slit, moaning when they come away dripping wet. Ashley is as ready for this as I am, and I don’t waste any more time. I push my cock into her wet, tight pussy and begin to move my hips. Ashley wraps her legs around my waist, opening herself up to me and letting me go in deeper.