It’s his turn, but this time I’m not going to announce that out loud. Instead, I break the kiss and gently shove at his shoulder, sending him onto his back. He watches me, his lips curved into a closed-mouth smile, his dark eyes dancing with excitement, and then I’m the one who’s raining kisses all over his beautiful body. I explore every inch that I can, flicking my tongue against his tiny nipples, licking at his navel, my tongue blazing a path along the line of dark hair that leads from the base of his navel all the way to his erection.
He’s big, just as I thought. Being face to dick makes me realize that real quick. Taking a deep breath, I grasp the base of him and start licking the sides, and he practically bends in half toward me.
“What are you doing?” he chokes out.
“Really, Ash? What do you think I’m doing?” I lick him like a popsicle, trailing my tongue up one side and down the other.
“You—don’t—have—to.” Every time my tongue meets his sensitive skin, he pauses, and I sort of want to laugh, but I don’t.
“I want to,” I whisper just before I slip the head of his erection between my lips. He tastes like tangy salt too, and I test his width, nerves making me hesitant.
“If you think you’re doing it wrong, trust me. You’re not,” he says, panting. Like he’s a mind reader.
His words give me the confidence I need to keep going. I suck and lick, drawing him deeper into my mouth, until I can’t take him any farther. I don’t really know what I’m doing, so I just copy from the few porn clips I’ve seen on the internet, using my tongue and lips and hand, squeezing him extra tight like he taught me to last night. It must work, because he’s a writhing, groaning mess within minutes, and he even gives me a warning.
“I’m gonna come,” he says, his eyes pitch black and filled with desperation.
“Good.” I slip my mouth over just the head again and suck extra hard, wanting him to come in my mouth. Just so I can see what it’s like.
It’s a blast of salty liquid is what it’s like, hitting me right in the back of the throat within seconds of that warning. His entire body jerks and shivers, and I pull away from him, my hand still curled around the base as I give him a couple more strokes, swallowing his come with a slight grimace.
Of course Ash notices my face once it’s all over. And he starts laughing, the jerk. “Didn’t like it?”
I release my hold on him and wipe my sticky hand on my discarded tank top. “It wasn’t my favorite.”
He starts laughing even harder and I crawl up the length of his body, resting my hand across his mouth. “You’re going to wake everyone up,” I warn him.
When he calms down and I move my hand away from his mouth, he says, “No one is as loud as you, Callahan. All that moaning when I licked your pussy.”
I clamp my hand over his mouth again. “You can’t say that.”
“Say what?” he asks, his voice muffled.
“You know.” He can’t get me to say it.
He licks my hand and I drop it away from his mouth. “Lick your pussy? You don’t like it when I say that?”
I shake my head, laughing when he rolls to his side and pulls me with him. “No, it’s gross.”
“Gross? So you’re saying your pussy is gross? I don’t think so. Maybe you want me to stop licking and touching it then.” His hand starts to wander. Across my stomach. Down lower. Until his fingers are between my legs. “Huh. It’s all wet and pink and glistening…”
“Stop.” His hand stills and I give him a look. “Well, you don’t have to stop that.”
“You can’t have your cake and eat it too, sweetheart.” He kisses me once, whispering, “I like talking about your pussy. It’s my new favorite thing.”
I slip my hand between our faces and settle it over his mouth. “I don’t know if I want to hear you talk about it all the time.”
“Too bad. You’re gonna.” He wraps his lips around my finger and bites it, but not too hard. Just enough to sting. At the exact moment his teeth sink into my flesh, he starts to stroke, softly. Lightly. Making me tingle. Making me wetter.
He releases my finger from his teeth. “See? Damn, that pussy of yours is amazing. Look at how I barely touch it and you get so wet for me.”
“Ash…” My voice drifts and I close my eyes when he starts playing with my clit.
“Yeah, baby? What do you want? You want me to make you come again?”
I never, ever thought I’d be so responsive to someone who talks to me while we’re having sex. I figured it would make me uncomfortable. But for some reason, Ash’s deep voice saying dirty things is only making me more aroused.
“Yes please,” I whisper and he cracks a smile, kissing me while he increases the pressure of his fingers.
“I could lick this pussy all night long,” he practically croons, and a full-body shiver washes over me at his words, the tone of his voice. “You want me to keep touching it?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“So pretty.” I can actually hear his fingers as he strokes me, I’m so wet. “So juicy. Can’t wait to fuck it.”
Oh, that’s it. Yep, I’m coming, all because he said he wants to fuck my pussy.
Clearly, I’m a total pervert.
And I love it.
Twenty-Six
It was weird not seeing Ash out on the field Friday night during the game. No mention of his name, no one calling out his jersey number. Despite my missing him, I gave it my all, cheering on my brother, who I have to admit played the best game of his life. We won, and afterward a local news photographer took a photo of our entire family, and I realized that was probably the only time I will cheer on the sidelines for Jake while he plays for the varsity team. When he moves up next year, I’ll be gone.
Unless for some reason Ash won’t be able to play anymore and Jake ends up taking his place for the rest of the season.
I can barely stand the thought.
When I arrived at the house after the game, I noticed Dad’s car was already in the garage. How did he and Jake beat me home? Usually they stay long after the game’s finished, talking with everyone, but they must’ve left when I was still in the cheer room. I had plans on seeing Ash, possibly sneaking into his room once everyone was asleep, but all three of them were in my dad’s office with the door closed. Probably talking about football and going over the game.
I felt so completely left out, I stomped upstairs like a baby and took a long, hot shower. I shaved my legs, I shaved between my legs and afterward, I lotioned up my entire body in anticipation of Ash and me getting together later.
And then promptly fell asleep, only to wake up the next morning past eight o’clock.
It’s the scent of bacon that lures me awake. I throw a sweatshirt on and head down the stairs, finger-combing my hair so I don’t look like a total nightmare when I enter the kitchen. I’m guessing Ash will be there, waiting for me with one of those wicked smiles curving his perfect lips.
I guess wrong. He’s nowhere to be found, and neither is Dad. It’s Mom who’s making breakfast, this time bacon and French toast. My absolute favorite, though we rarely have it because both Dad and Jake don’t really like it.
That’s when I notice they’re not in the kitchen either.
“Good morning!” Mom says cheerily, her long blonde hair pulled into a perfect messy bun. She makes things look so effortless sometimes, I find it almost annoying. But in a good way. In a I have lots of aspirations to be just like my mom way.
“Hey,” I say. Ava and Beck are sitting at the counter, both of them quiet because they’re too busy shoveling food into their mouths. “Where’s Dad and Jake?”
“They left about an hour ago with Ash.” I wait to see if she’ll say anything else, but that’s all she gives me. “I’m assuming you want breakfast.”
“Sure.” Frustrated, I go to the coffeemaker and pour myself a cup, then dump in a bunch of creamer before I take my mug over to the counter. On weekends Mom makes a giant pot of coffee versus us using the Keurig or stopping at Starbucks, which is what I usually do before school starts.
Mom flips the piece of French toast that’s in the pan, slowly cooking it to that perfect golden brown. “You’re grumpy.”
You know what a grumpy person hates? When someone calls them out for being grumpy. “I’m fine.”