“What do you mean?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“She could forgive you, but she could never forgive me.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’m her best friend. I have been ever since the day we met.”
I wanted to hear more about the day they met, but I didn’t think this was the right time. I reached over and opened the nightstand drawer, retrieving a condom. “Want to fuck me?” I asked.
She grinned. “There’s no hope for me. I do want to fuck you.” She ripped the condom open with her teeth and scooted down to roll it down my dick. Then she came back up, straddled me, and took me inside. This time it wasn’t slow; it was a deliciously fast slide, like the shot from a gun, and immediately I was holding back my orgasm.
“Slow down just a little,” I said, holding on to her hips.
“Can’t,” she gritted out. She closed her eyes, sat up fully, taking me to the root, and reached between her legs to rub her clit. I lifted my arms and rested my palms behind my head, because I wanted to watch her. She rubbed as she bounced, one hand against her pussy and the other tweaking her nipple. Her breasts bounced, until she stopped going up and down and started to move in a lazy circle. “God, you feel so good,” she purred, her eyes closed as she rode me.
“Nobody fucks me like you do,” I said quietly.
Her eyes shot open and she grinned. “Seriously?” she asked with a laugh. “You’re such a fucking liar.”
And then she came with a wild cry. Her back arched as she rubbed her way through her orgasm, still making small circles with her hips. When her walls ceased clenching around my cock, I followed her right into my own bliss, coming hard. She cried out, riding through my pulses, and I groaned as I held her hips, holding her tight and deep around me.
She collapsed against my chest and my dick slid out of her. I reached between us and pulled off the condom, tying it off and dropping it into the wastebasket by the bed. “Better not leave that there,” Ash warned.
“I’ll take care of it before Lynn comes home.” I hitched Ash higher, and rolled her a little to the side so she fit in the crook of my arm.
“I love fucking you,” she said over a yawn.
“Will you tell me about the day you met Lynn?” I asked, sweeping my fingers up and down her back.
“Later,” she said quietly, smacking her lips. “I want to sleep a few more minutes.”
“You promise you’ll talk to me later?”
She nodded. It sounded like she said, “As much as I’m able.”
I couldn’t ask for more than that. Not really. I held her close as she fell back asleep, and I did too.
13
I figured that it was only fair. She’d woken me with my cock in her mouth. So I woke her a few hours later with my tongue pressed tight against her clit. I knew that after Ash came, she was a little more pliable, and I really wanted to hear that story. I’d never been able to get Lynn to tell me, but Ash might.
Ash pulled my hair. “Ow.” I lifted my tongue long enough to complain.
“Sorry,” she murmured, easing her grip. I set back at my task, until she was a gasping and pleading mess against my face. And when she finally came apart, it was amazing.
Ash was never softer than after an orgasm. She purred as I kissed the inside of her thigh, wiping my face on the sheets.
“You give really good head,” she said, her breaths coming fast as she came back down.
“Thanks.” I moved up to where I could lie on my side facing her. I tickled her naked, damp-with-sweat shoulder and she groaned and rolled onto her side too. “So do you.” I kissed the tip of her nose. She scrunched up her face like she didn’t like it, but I knew she did, so I did it again. She giggled and g
rabbed my hands, holding mine in hers between us.
How quickly could I segue into the questions I wanted her to answer, without offending her?
Suddenly, she barked out a laugh. “You’re trying to figure out how to work me.”
I grinned. “Maybe a little.”