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Chapter Nine
Ashton
I’d bet a million dollars that O’Shea was the devil himself. Ugh.
My original plan backfired so hard. From our conversation this morning, I was determined to show him I could be a tease and leave him high and dry. I figured I’d make dinner, get a little wine into him, and then make my plan of attack. I made sure I wore nothing under my robe, showing him bits of skin throughout dinner. Seeing the print of his cock in his shorts made my core pulse with need, remembering him pressed against me last night in the hallway. I was ready to make him eat his words, to teach him a lesson that I could punish him as much as he was trying to punish me. What I hadn’t planned for was that we’d both start talking about our shitty exes.
And I definitely didn’t expect to feel sorry for him after he’d told me what’d happened to him.
While I told him about what I’d done to Steve, I’d noticed his eyes drifting to my legs, but I’d thought I’d kept myself well covered from my “surprise.” Sure, I’d wanted to tease the hell out of him before sending him to bed horny and frustrated, but I also wanted another taste of last night.
The unexpected turn our phone call took and where it ended lit a fire in me that had yet gone out. Goose bumps rose on my skin at the thought of his strong hands on my body, my heart quickening in my rib cage at the memory of his skilled fingers caressing my sensitive clit. The dark gaze in his eyes as he fingered me remained stuck in my mind all day. That same dark gaze looked up at me as his tongue flicked against my clit, his hands moving to squeeze my thighs. He’d noticed I wasn’t wearing panties and wasted no time taking advantage of the opportunity. After what happened last night, who was I to stop him?
He licked slow circles around my clit before taking it into his mouth, suckling gently as I squirmed above him.
“Oh my God, yes,” I breathed as my grip on his head tightened. Jolts of pleasure streaked through my body as he ran his tongue up and down my core. He groaned against me, lapping at my folds as if savoring the taste of my arousal. My eyes briefly drifted to the timer on his phone now sitting on the coffee table, the time quickly winding down. I prayed that didn’t mean that was all the time we had left. I knew all I had to do was say the word and he’d give me everything, but I wasn’t ready to lose so easily.
I moved my hips, closing my eyes as I bit my bottom lip. He squeezed my thighs tighter, his soft hazel eyes gazing up at me in sexual frustration and need. Now that I knew his pain, he was almost like me, a walking mirror that portrayed the rejection and insecurities I felt. If I weren’t careful, having sex with him wouldn’t be the only thing complicated about this situation. I couldn’t afford to fall for him or anyone else for that matter.
I focused on the pleasure he put upon my body, lapping at my wetness as I moaned. “O’Shea,” I moaned, moving my hips quicker against his tongue.
“Mhm, that’s it, baby,” he murmured against my wet flesh, taking my clit into his mouth. The way he’d called me baby sent a chill down my spine. It was possessive and certain, making my core throb with need. I was bound to lose all control tonight and throw the idea of the bet out of the window. We were bound to have sex eventually; if I had to deal with him bragging that I caved so soon, so be it if it meant I’d get all the orgasms he’d promised. I jumped when the timer went off. I guess fate had other plans.
He kissed my clit and tried to move up between my legs, but I stopped him. “No, please don’t stop.” I tightened my legs around him, hoping that he’d continue his delicious assault on my throbbing heat instead of leaving me on the brink of an orgasm. He released a low laugh and wiggled his way up my legs, settling between them. I bit my lip as his hard cock pressed against my wet flesh through his shorts, a chill rolling through me when he ground into me and growled.
“Time’s up for your preview, baby doll,” he mused with a smile. “When you’re ready to say the word, then you can have the grand finale.”
Then he kissed me on the lips and got off the couch, leaving me staring at him in disbelief until he disappeared. When I heard his room door close, I flopped back on the couch with a sigh.
Yep. The man was definitely the devil.
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The sexual cat and mouse game continued for the rest of the week, him giving me different “previews” that left me on the verge of an orgasm, but never quite getting me there. Even when I’d tried to masturbate on my own afterwards, nothing ever gave me the release I wanted. He walked around the apartment with a cocky smirk on his lips every time he saw me, meanwhile I was so fidgety that I couldn’t keep still and felt as if I could explode at any moment.
“I’m bored. We should go to that arcade tonight, “ he said as we sat on the couch and watched a movie. The arcade was perfect. I needed to go somewhere so that I could attempt to forget about the sexual tension I had pent up inside of me. The sooner midnight got here, the sooner I could win this bet and then finally have him give me the grand finale he’d been talking about all week.
I jumped up from the couch. “Yep, sounds good. Let’s go then,” I said, making my way to the front door. The arcade was forty-five minutes away, but I didn’t care. It could’ve been two hours away and I’d still be down to go as long as it got me out of the house and away from his devilish temptation. He stood and laughed, pulling his truck keys from his pocket.
“You’re in a rush to leave, sex kitten. Scared I’ll tease you again? You can always just say the word and—”
“I know, I know. You’ll give me the grand finale, not that you’ve already told me a million times already this week,” I mentioned sarcastically with a hand on my hip.
His sexy smile was nearly enough to make my panties melt off. “I just like to remind you since you seem to forget.” He winked, walking past me and opening the front door. “After you, sex kitten.”
“Stop calling me that,” I stated as I grabbed my own keys from the table near the door and stepped out of the apartment.
“Whatever you say, sex kitten,” he said with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes and locked the door, damn near skipping down the stairs to his truck.
“So are you ready for fun and mystery?” he asked, wiggling his fingers in front of my face when we reached the bottom step. I swatted his hand away and giggled.
“Fun, yes. Mystery, not so much.”
“Aw, why you no like mystery?” he joked in a terrible accent.
“Because mystery sounds creepy when we live in the middle of nowhere,” I answered with a smirk. He nodded and wagged a finger at me.
“You make a fine point there, sex kitten. Thankfully there’s nothing creepy at Frankie’s Fun Park.”
