All Night Long (2 page)

Ash thickened immediately. He’d barely touched her and yet she was all but ready to devour him. God, yes! A sound escaped his throat, the sort he had no control over making. She knew just how to squeeze him right to drown out all the crap in his head and make the tension drop out of his limbs.

‘What?’ he asked, realising that she’d stopped and was staring at him. ‘You’re not going to tell me you really shouldn’t be doing this, are you? Or that you’re really a nice girl who normally wouldn’t dream of doing something like this with a guy like me.’

‘Hell, no.’ She squashed her breasts against his torso. ‘I was thinking how fucking gorgeous you look like that with your T-shirt up and your cock out. Lickable,’ she added, swiping her tongue around her lips. Instead of actually licking him, she lifted her top and unhooked the front fastening of her bra. Her breasts spilled free, giving him a rather glorious view for a few brief seconds before she snuggled up tight against his waist and captured his shaft between their soft swell. ‘I love seeing guys get turned on,’ she said. ‘And watching them come. I like it when they get me wet, and then I can rub it into my skin. What do you like?’

‘Girls who know how to fuck.’

She beamed. ‘I think we’re going to get along well.’

He thought so too, so far.

‘Are your nipples pierced? I heard that Xane’s were,’ she asked, while she continued to massage him between her breasts.

‘’fraid not.’ He lifted his shirt to show her.

‘What about ink? Do you have any tats anywhere?’

‘Only one.’ He inched his black jeans a fraction further down his hips to show her the forked-tongued snake slithering over his lower abdominals. It was only a couple of inches long. He’d had it done as a cover-up job for a stupid home-made tattoo.

‘Cute. I like it.’ She traced the shape with one fingertip.

‘What about you?’

‘Well,’ she said, taking hold of his hand. ‘I have a piercing. It’s somewhere intimate. And somewhere you might get wet.’

‘No.’ He coughed in disbelief. ‘You have a clit piercing?’

She nodded.

‘Do I get to see it?’ he asked intrigued.

‘Play nice and I might let you touch it.’

Ash sucked his lip. ‘Now you’re just teasing. Say, you know nimble fingers are good for more than just playing guitar, right?’

‘Yeah?’ She sucked two of his digits into her mouth. ‘Are you going to play me, Ashley Gore?’

‘Nah, I’m going to make you wail the way I do my guitar.’ He captured her butt with his free hand and lifted her against him. She hopped up into his arms, completely willing, and wrapped her legs fast around his waist. ‘Know what my very favourite thing is?’

She shook her head.

Ash kissed the sweet spot on the side of her neck before whispering low into her ear, ‘Licking.’ And he wasn’t talking about playing guitar. Yes, he had an oral fetish, as well as a stocking fetish.

‘Yeah,’ she sighed. ‘Are you going to demonstrate?’

Abso-fucking-lutely. He was looking forward to having her come all over his face. ‘Just as soon as you magic your panties off.’

Eyes alight with mischief, she smiled and snapped her fingers. ‘Poof! And they disappear.’

‘No way!’ Ash’s brows shot into his hairline. ‘You’re bare beneath that skirt?

‘Honey, I’m bare wherever you want me to be.’

Naked in his arms for the rest of the night. But first … he lowered her onto the nearby sofa back, and then dropped to his knees before her and pushed her thighs apart, to find her naked as promised. He wondered if she’d come out like that, or slipped her panties off while she’d been hanging around in here waiting for him. Would he find them wedged into a corner of the sofa later – a nice little souvenir to remember her by? Not that he was in the habit of hanging on to ladies’ underwear, or in fact remembering a whole lot about the women he shagged. Sex was just about satisfying an itch, and sliding inside a pretty girl was significantly more fun than jerking himself off. He didn’t get emotionally attached. He didn’t need that kind of baggage, much preferring to remain a free agent, not beholden to anyone else’s expectations, and luckily for him there was always at least one willing girl at each venue – frequently more – ready to show him a good time.

Relationships …
ack
… He’d tried it once, and couldn’t honestly recommend it. Xane’s current round of melodrama was persuading him never to try it again. Soulmates – no, thank you. Too much hassle. Why expose himself to that sort of heartache, when he could get laid quite happily without burdening himself with all the complications a girlfriend would cause.

Ash kissed his way up her inner thigh to the slit of her pussy. She’d waxed herself almost bare, just a little landing strip to point him in the right direction.

Like he needed such a thing.

And then there was that intimate piercing – a vertical bar through her clitoral hood, with pretty stones in either end that caught the light. ‘Does this thing give you pleasure?’

‘I’m hoping you’re going to do that.’

Damn, he liked this girl.

She actually whistled through her teeth when he touched her clit with his tongue. ‘Ah, yes,’ she crooned. ‘Just there.’ Her fingers clawed against his scalp, pulling a little too hard but he rolled with the discomfort, confident there’d be a reward for his patience on the horizon.

Besides, he reckoned he could probably get her off in under a minute. It wasn’t difficult to make a girl cream on your tongue if you had the knowhow. Ash, with his years of practice, knew how. The key to it was acknowledging that the build-up was just as important as the final action. Hence he soon moved away from her rapidly hardening bud to suck on the gentle curve of her belly. He touched her in all the places she wasn’t absolutely desperate to feel him, building the anticipation up for when he finally came back to her swollen lips, and that interesting piece of body art.

When he did latch on and suckle her clit, she nearly fell right off the sofa back.

Ash grasped her hips tight. Even if she did topple over backwards, he had no intention of letting up. He was flexible, and he never let a few obstacles get in the way. He stayed put even when she writhed against his face, smearing her juices all across his mouth and chin. Actually, she tasted pretty good.

Time to get his fingers sticky. He slid two inside her, scissored them apart, then gave them a little twist. Her breathing sharpened immediately, while her body jerked as though she were trying to crawl out of his arms. ‘Where’d you think you’re going?’ he asked.

‘Heaven?’

Absolutely, if he had any input.

Ash matched his movements to the frantic roll of her hips, while also using the tip of his tongue to tickle the very pink tip of her clit. ‘Oh, God!’ she squeaked. ‘Oh, God!’

Forget warning tremors. She came hard against his face. Ash sucked and fucked her with his fingers until she was fully spent and his entire world consisted of her taste, her smell, her body pressed fast to his.

‘Whoa,’ she gasped, clinging to him in order to maintain her tenuous balance on the sofa back.

Ash resisted the urge to tip her backwards and dive on top of her.

‘Fuck me.’

It took him a second to realise she meant literally.

‘Please. Coming makes me so bloody horny.’ She wriggled, brushing her curves against him.

Ash rose and backed up a step. ‘Climb down and turn around.’

She hopped giddily off the sofa back, swayed a little as her muscles reawakened, and then draped herself over the leather. ‘This good?’

‘Perfect.’ He snuggled up tight against her naked rear, enjoying a bit of skin-on-skin contact. ‘You’re all wet and slippery. Reckon I could slide right in.’ He did so like to pretend. That was the one niggle about not having a steady relationship. Condoms were a necessity. He never went without. Not that he had any issue with them, or considered their presence detracted from the mood, but occasionally he thought it’d be nice to genuinely feel the silky heat of a woman’s pussy without a rubber barrier in the way.

‘Ash, please – you’re killing me here.’

‘Two ticks, sweetheart.’ He fished a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on, while admiring the way her suspenders framed her pert butt to perfection. They also inspired a dirty little fantasy about burying his cock between her lily-white cheeks. It wasn’t often he went for anal, but once in a while, when presented with a particularly nice derrière, he liked to try his luck. ‘Tell me again what it is you wanted.’

He leaned closer, so he could catch her earlobe between his teeth, while he let his cock ride against her pussy lips.

‘I want you inside me.’

‘How exactly? Here?’ He cupped her sex with his hand. ‘Or here?’ He traced one thumb from the outer to the inner cheek of her arse.

‘Pussy,’ she said without any hesitation.

‘Sure I can’t persuade you otherwise?’ He stroked the tight whorl of muscle guarding her back entrance.

Ginny released a taut breath. ‘You’re hot, but I’m not ready to have your dick in my bum.’

‘Not even with a bit of lube and a lot of gentle persuasion?’

‘Not with a boatful of lube and a fuck load of persuasion.’

Ash gently bit her. ‘I think we just established the cost of round two.’

Chapter Two

Ginny had her limits, and Ash had just hit on one of them. Of course, the guys she normally said no to were nobodies rather than international rock stars she never thought she’d get near. She really prayed her refusal hadn’t scuppered her chances of holding onto him for the night. She seriously doubted that anyone ever said no to him. Well, she was saying it, firmly and decisively. She had a perfectly good place for him to slide his dick that was already hungry to feel him. He didn’t need to go delving around looking for other options.

‘How do you feel about a finger?’ He wriggled his index finger before her nose.

‘Are you trying to compensate for something?’

‘No.’

‘Think you can’t get me off again without resorting to extremes, is that it?’

‘I can get you off.’

‘Then fuck me and prove it.’

Ginny accepted that she might sound a little demanding, but the thing was, orgasms made her horny. She always needed three or four before she felt even remotely sated. Not that she expected him to just deal them out. Sex was a two-way exchange. She merely hoped that Mister Rock Star here lived up to her fantasy expectations of how a hardcore metal head ought to fuck. And that meant them going more than one round before he did the ordinary-Joe routine and passed out.

‘Hm, you might need to talk me through this,’ he teased, like she believed for a second that he needed instructions, given the way he was obligingly massaging her sex with his hard-on.

‘Right there.’ She sighed, arching her body to accept him.

He held off on delivering, and refused to let her push back and envelop him.

‘Now, Ash. Please.’

‘I’m not sure you really want me yet.’

That was the most atrocious lie, and they both knew it. Like she wasn’t already so wet it’d take no effort at all for him to slide deep.

‘If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to knock you to the floor and jump you.’

‘You’re going to knock me over? Babe, I’m twice your height. I could probably bench-press you.’

‘I’ll have you know I’ve a black belt.’ He didn’t need to know that she only used it to hold her trousers up.

‘Yeah? Maybe you can show me some moves later. I like watching women exercise.’

He was so close to being inside her now, his nearness was driving her insane.

‘Do it, Ash.’ Fuck, it made her horny just saying his name.

‘Like this?’ He joined them together in one glorious push.

‘Oh, God!’
That felt good
. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself, but failing.
So, so good!

Ginny liked being ridden hard and she liked things frantic. What surprised her about Ash was that for all the crazy hard pounding he was doing, he wasn’t so lost in himself that he’d forgotten to make it good for her too. Almost the moment they were locked together he wrapped an arm around her and rested one hand against her lower belly. He curled his fingers, so that each thrust drove her swollen clit against them. The very merry buzz that created left her in no doubt that he’d get her off again – with luck, right around the time he came himself. She liked how he used her piercing to ramp things up. Most guys were afraid of touching it. Damn – he was everything she wanted in a lover, sexy, a little rough around the edges, daring and capable of making her so hot she feared she’d explode. Too bad he wasn’t for keeps. For him, she might consider waiving her no-commitment rule.

‘Oh, effin Christ!’

A glass splintered inside Ginny’s ears, wrecking the moment of bliss that was about to happen.

‘Ash, must you? Really?’

Ginny opened her eyes to find Black Halo’s diminutive keyboardist Elspeth Shriik standing in the open doorway, hands planted on her non-existent hips. She lambasted them with a gaze capable of lasering through steel. Holy shit! They were in for a serious rollicking.

Ginny almost caved before Elspeth said another word, but Ash had such a firm grip on her that it prevented any sort of escape.

He gave his band mate a two-fingered salute.

‘No one’s forcing you to watch. Piss off to the hotel and cosy up with your other half.’

‘Don’t you tell me to piss off, Ashley Gore.’

Ginny swore the big bouquet of lilies on the other sofa immediately wilted. The same couldn’t be said for Ash, who nuzzled against her neck as he continued to push inside her.

‘Considering the furore you’ve caused tonight, maybe I should tell you to piss off for good.’

Ginny bit her lips. Things were suddenly so tense, she wasn’t sure this was genuinely fun any more. ‘We could take it elsewhere, Ash.’

‘Yeah,’ Elspeth agreed, having overheard her whisper. ‘You’re not supposed to shag in the dressing room, Ash.’

‘So says the woman who’s screwed Xane so badly he’s walked out.’

OK, this was not good. It was time she staged a retreat. She did not want to be in the centre of an argument, no matter how much fun he was proving to be.