And here’s Dale Steel. The most magnificent man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and he’s a mystery to me. I don’t know how to talk to him, let alone seduce him. I want him more than I’ve wanted any other man, and I don’t have the first idea how to make it happen.
“I want you,” he finally says. “You, Ashley. I want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk.”
I open my mouth to tell him to do it already, but he stops me with a gesture.
“And I have no business wanting any of that.”
“It’s not a sin to be attracted to each other,” I reply.
“Did I say it was?”
“Well, yeah. In a sense, anyway. You’re not a virgin, so what’s the issue?”
He shakes his head. “There are so many issues that I can’t even begin to explain them.”
I open my mouth and then abruptly shut it. I don’t want him to try to explain. I’m interested, yes, but at the moment, all I want is his lips back on mine. His hands on my breasts.
“Just looking at you,” he continues. “You and your perfect tits. Do you have any idea what it does to me?”
I drop my gaze to his still bulging crotch. “I have an idea.” Then I squirm to ease the tickle between my legs. “If it’s any consolation, you’re doing the same thing to me.”
Should I pull my tank back over my chest? My nipples are as erect as his cock, straining forward. I want him so badly, ache for his body inside mine, yearn to experience the sounds and colors of his lovemaking.
“It’s not a consolation,” he says. “I don’t want you to ache the way I ache.”
“There’s a pretty easy way to help us both.” I smile.
He grips my shoulders then. His touch is harsh, but he doesn’t hurt me. “Don’t you get it? You’re not hearing me. I can’t do this. Not with you.”
“Not with me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” He removes one hand from my shoulder and rakes his long fingers through his mane of blond hair. “I don’t know what the fuck it means.”
I gather all the moxie inside me and grab the bulge in his jeans. “At least let me take care of this for you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dale
Just last night, when Ashley knelt down to pet Penny, I imagined her on her knees in front of me, her pretty lips around my cock.
And now…she’s offering. I’m fucking hard as a rock, balls as blue as ever.
It’s not that I’m not used to women coming on to me. I rarely go out to bars and such, but when I do, I get attention. Until I send one or two of them walking. Then I get left alone.
A few times, I’ve taken them up on their offers. I’m still a guy, and a guy has needs.
Fuck. Right now, my need is as great as it’s ever been.
I just don’t know how to be with a woman like Ashley. Someone I’m not just attracted to physically. But what the hell else is it? I’ve known her for twenty-four hours. That’s it. And in that tiny amount of time, I’ve shown her…me.
Well…as much of me as I’ve ever shown anyone. Parts of me will always be hidden.
She glides her hand over my denim-covered cock, and I swear, I feel more than I’ve ever felt with any other woman.
She edges her fingertips under my waistband, and God…her touch! She pries open the top button of my jeans and then unzips the fly slowly.
Achingly slowly.
Stop her. Stop her, Dale. This can’t happen. This can’t…
But it’s happening. The tip of my cock is between her pink lips.
I’m large. I know it, but it doesn’t seem to faze Ashley. She takes me more than halfway, adding a layer of suction I’ve never experienced before.
“Fuck,” I grit out.
I’m about to blow already.
Maybe I should. Just get it over with so I can go on with my life. Forget Ashley White and what she does to me.
Except I have a feeling I’ll never be able to forget Ashley White. Even if she gives up the internship and leaves tomorrow with Diana.
I’ll never fucking forget her.
Her lips sing to my cock as they glide back and forth with the perfect amount of suction.
And I really mean perfect.
Even in my limited experience, I recognize the perfect blow job.
Given by the perfect woman.
I’m so fucked.
My balls are trembling—scrunched up and trembling—and already I know I’m going to come. The only question is…do I want to come in her perfect mouth or inside her perfect pussy?
For it’s perfect. I already know.
Her mouth.
If I take her, get inside her and fuck her…
I won’t be able to let her go.
And I have to let her go.
For her own sake as well as my own.