I pressed my palms to his cheeks and stared into his eyes as I lowered myself over him. He filled me inch by inch, and I knew no one would ever please me, would ever fill me with such emotion, as Ash, which made this moment as sad as it was beautiful.
His hands rubbed my arms and then drifted down to my hips.
“I could stay like this forever,” he whispered.
“Yes.” If only we could. I started to move, hoping I could take my time. Draw out this moment. His tongue snaked out, lapping at my nipple, then he sucked on the other. I felt it in my pussy. It contracted, and tension ratcheted up.
“Fuck yes… you feel so good,” he said on a moan.
I gripped his shoulders as I let my body take over. I moved over him, he moved under me, all in sync. Like we were in a perfect dance.
“Ash,” I gasped as I teetered on the brink of bliss. I wasn’t ready to come and yet, it would be torture to put it off.
“Make me come, Beth… fucking come on my cock and make me come.” His voice was harsh, filled with tension.
I gripped his shoulders and moved fast and furious as I chased my pleasure. It built and built until finally, I was soaring to the heavens. I cried out as my body went taut at the instant of release. And then I rode him, drawing out the sweet sensations.
“Yes!” He yelled as his cock jerked and pulsed inside me. “Fuck yes.” Together we moved, at first to maintain the pleasure, and then finally in a slow dance as we came down.
He dropped his forehead to rest against mine. “You undo me, Beth.”
My heart cried out, wanting to tell him everything and have him whisk me and Hannah away to live happily ever after. But fairy tales weren’t real.
Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of keys at the front door. Oh shit. Ben. I jumped off Ash, tossing his clothes at him as I grappled for mine. “Hurry. It’s Ben.”
If Ben was drunk, it would take him a few minutes to get the key in the lock. I was a bitch for thinking it, but for once, I hoped he was drunk.
“I want to tell him, Beth,” Ash said, as he tugged his pants on. “No more hiding.”
“I don’t think we’ll have to,” I said, pulling my shirt down over my still undone pants.
Ben came through the door and into the entry of the living area. I looked at Ash. Our clothes were on, but barely. There was no hiding what we’d been doing.
Ben watched for a moment, and I wondered if I’d have a chance to pass this off as a drunken dream. His eyes were glassy and he swayed slightly as he stood and took in the scene.
Then he let out a snarl and lunged toward Ash. “You fucker.”
Ash easily dodged Ben, holding up his hands in surrender. “We need to talk, Ben.”
“You’re a fucking asshole. Friends don’t fuck their friends’ sister.” He swung his fist wildly.
Ash dodged again. “I care about Beth. What happened between us is between us.”
“You’re wrong.” Ben tried to belt Ash again.
“Ben, knock it off,” I called out. I moved to get between them, but Ash intervened.
“Watch out, Beth.” Ash pulled me away from Ben. “What the hell is wrong with you Ben?”
“Me?” Ben yelled, spittle coming from his mouth. “That’s rich coming from the guy that fucked my sister. Is fucking my sister. You going to fuck her and leave her again, huh?”
“No. I care about Beth. I always have.”
“You’re a fucking liar.” Ben swayed as his eyes tried to track where Ash was to toss another punch.
“You’re drunk.” Ash looked at me.
I shrugged.
“Is he like this a lot?” he asked.
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” Ben said.
I didn’t want to out Ben and yet, there wasn’t any way to hide it either. “Since Dad got ill.”
“Why are you spreading your legs for this fucker, Beth? You’re better than that.”
“Hey! Watch your mouth, Ben. You’re my friend, but I won’t let you talk about Beth that way.” Ash’s tone was deadly serious.
Ben scoffed. “Some friend. You didn’t have the decency to tell me about you and her.”
“You’re right, that was wrong. I wanted to.”
Ben tried to make a pfft sound, but it came out like a raspberry. “No, you didn’t. You’re a liar and cheat. The club is worth way more than what you paid. Was a good fuck with my sister a part of the deal?”
“Ben.” Ash’s voice turned menacingly calm, and I worried he’d stop trying to defend himself and become the aggressor.
“Go to bed, Ben.” I turned to Ash. “Maybe you should go.”
“I’m not leaving you here when he’s like this,” Ash said. He meant it too.