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“No,” says Ashley, with a slight shake of her head. “Not at you. Just—mad.”
I figure that Ashley must have some kind of a magic mouth on her to talk Charlie into not being pissed at me. And that thought pulls me out of my head and into the world around me in a blur.
Ashley slides out of my grip and sinks down onto her knees in front of me. Her hands undo my belt and then the front of my slacks. She pulls them down over my hips and lets the fabric pull on the floor. One hand rises up, palming me through the fabric of my boxers and I gasp, a sharp inhale.
One palm flattens against the wall behind her, bracing myself. She runs her hand over my length through the cover of my boxers, and then slips her fingers under the waistband and pulls those down too. I’m already so hard that I’m shook, the throbbing shoots up into my spine. The sight of her down on her knees for me is heady, like the world's finest wine.
Her tongue darts out over her lower lip. She runs her fingers over my skin, touching, exploring. They start on my hips and work their way inward, and all I can think about is the fact that I got to be her first, last night, and I’m about to be her first again, in a whole different way.
Carefully, as though she’s still a little unsure of herself, she takes hold of the base of my erection with one hand. Her thumb presses to the underside of the shaft and she leans forward, hot breath rolling over sensitive flesh.
“You’re going to kill me,” I groan, my forehead thumping against the wall.
Ashley lets out a nervous, tittering laugh. “Well, I wouldn’t want that.”
And then it's not just her breath ghosting over my skin but her tongue, flashes of wet warmth over the head of my cock, and then her lips curling around it instead.
Her tongue is pure bliss. There’s no other word for it. The way that the heat of her mouth envelopes me—it’s like nothing else. Like no one else.
And it is no one else.
It’s Ashley, sucking me off.
She’s not refined about it, no experience. But her sheer enthusiasm makes up for the fact, the way that little drops of spit slide from the corner of her mouth, the way that she does her best to take me in but can’t quite manage it. Her breath comes out in heavy puffs through her nose, and her whole face goes bright pink.
A hand settles on my hips, digging into it hard. She does this thing with her tongue and hollows out her cheeks and—I know that she’s never done this before because she’s outright told me, but there’s something about it that has my legs quaking and my knees shaking.
I drop a hand down, settling it on her shoulder. My fingers dig in, thumb pressing against the side of her neck. And then she pulls back, takes in a deep breath, and does her best to take me home.
The moment that the head of my cock hits the back of her throat, she pulls back gagging.
“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry,” I say, startled by the reaction.
She gives a wet cough, rubbing at her mouth with the back of one hand. “No, no—just give me a sec.”
The words are wet and rough. Even though I feel like I’m right there on the verge of an orgasm, I tell her, my own voice a little bit strained, “Of course, baby.”
Ashley closes her eyes. Her tongue runs over her lower lip, a flash of pink. Her mouth is slick with spit and my pre cum. The sight of it makes me want to grab onto her and kiss her senseless. But I resist the urge—and it pays off.
Because the second time around, Ashley is expecting the tight choking sensation that my cock brings. She takes me into her mouth, shallow and slow at first. But then both of her hands settle onto my hips as I thrust in and out rhythmically, and she takes me in deeper, deeper, until I’m pressing against the back of her throat.
The tightness constricts around me. It’s only for a moment—Ashley can’t handle it for longer than that, pulling back sputtering—but it’s enough. I’m cumming before I’m even all the way out. It fills her mouth and then spills out onto her lower lip, drips down the curve of her chin. It’s the best look that I’ve ever seen on her.
Her gaze shifts up, looking at me from under thick lashes. I breathe out hard, and reach down to pull her up, so I can kiss her senseless the way that I really want to.
But I’ve barely stood her up when she’s opening her mouth and blurting out, “Grant, we need to—” Cum drips from the corner of her mouth. She wipes it off, and then she presses a hand against my chest. “I need to tell you something. It’s not the right moment, I know. But you should know. We’ve always been honest with each other, right?”
“What’s going on?” This all seems surreal.
“I love you.”
The words catch me so off guard, I’m certain that I’ve just misheard them in my post-orgasmic state. Sounding rather unintelligent, I say, “What?”
“I love you,” says Ashley. She’s talking faster now, but her words are rough from the blowjob, and her face is so red, it looks like it’s almost been painted that way. “I know that’s not what this was supposed to be, but—I had to tell you.”
I back up, but the pants are tangled around my legs. My hasty retreat ends with me tripping backwards and nearly falling on my ass. Ashley darts forward.
A slender hand curls around my elbow, steadying me. “Are you okay?”
