Into The Fire (Gorgeous Entourage #1) (12 page)

“Shh…don’t ruin the movie. This is great
acting.”

“Her tits are so fake.”

“Whatever,” he said. “Real or fake, they feel
the same.”

“They do?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yep.” He turned toward me and winked. Then
he turned off the TV.

“What did you turn it off for?”

“You want to keep watching?” he asked with a
grin. “Because I’d rather talk to you.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” He put his arm over the back of the
couch. “So, you never spend time with your folks?”

“Christmas and stuff…”

“Any reason why you aren’t close?”

“No, not really. We just aren’t. They don’t
care about me the way your parents do.”

“They don’t?” he asked in surprise.

“I know that sounds weird but it’s the truth.
They just had me and let me do whatever I wanted. Like a puppy or
something.”

“That’s lame,” he said. “At least you turned
out perfect.”

“Perfect?” I asked with a laugh. “That’s a
strong word.”

“It suits you.” He had a serious look on his
face. “I don’t hang out with people unless I really like them.
Women, in general, talk too much. But I like hearing you talk. You
have a nice voice.”

“Thanks…” I felt his gaze and my body tensed.
The mood shifted as we stared at each other in the limited light.
Only the kitchen light was on, and the rest of the apartment was
cloaked in semidarkness.

Ash stared at me without blinking, his
thoughts written all over his face.

I swallowed the lump in my throat because I
suddenly felt nervous. My hands were cold and clammy, and my thighs
burned in longing. I wanted to wrap them around his waist and
squeeze.

Ash watched me like he was reading every
emotion in my heart. I felt like a canvas on display at an art
show. Then he slowly leaned toward me, the intent written clearly
in his eyes.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t stop it.

I didn’t want to ruin where it might
lead.

His hand moved to the back of my neck slowly,
and when he had a good grip on me, he pressed his lips lightly
against mine.

The second we touched, I felt the burn. My
lips were on fire, as was everything else. He tasted like brownie
from the dessert at his parents’ house. He smelled like cologne and
body soap. His chest was against my shoulder, and I felt the power
and strength underneath.

Instead of just kissing me, he felt my lips.
He massaged them slowly, not rushing anything. Every kiss was
purposeful. He sucked my bottom lip before he pulled away slowly
and looked me in the eye. When he saw the same emotion reflected in
my eyes, he brushed his lips across mine in a tantalizing way.

Oh wow.

Then he kissed me again, this time his hand
digging into my hair. He gripped it possessively then yanked on it,
tilting my face toward his. Then he kissed me harder, his tongue
moving into my mouth and dancing with mine. He gave me just the
right amount before he pulled away and kissed my lips again. Every
action he made was predetermined but spontaneous. When he released
a quiet moan into my mouth, along with his hot breath, I knew he
really enjoyed it.

Just the way I did.

His lips pulled away from mine as he moved up
my jaw and to my neck. Then his mouth found my ear as his hand
glided up my thigh. “You. Are. Beautiful.” His arm moved around my
waist and he abruptly pulled me down the couch until I was beneath
him.

Ash kept his arm around me as he moved his
mouth to my chest. He kissed the skin above my top and the hollow
of my throat. One hand moved up my thigh but below the bottom of my
dress. He squeezed me in a teasing way, making me hotter than I’ve
ever been in my life. “If you want me to stop, you better tell me
now.”

“Why the hell would I ever want you to stop?”
I wasn’t myself all over again. Just like last week, I was drunk. I
was in a different place, somewhere I never wanted to return
from.

He stopped kissing me for just a moment,
giving me that cocky grin I’d come to love, and then his hand moved
further up my thigh until he reached my thong. His fingers felt the
lace as he moved it over. He pressed his face close to mine and
watched the fire in my eyes. I held the gaze because the desire in
his was too powerful to look away from.

His fingers grazed over my entrance, feeling
the moisture that leaked just for him. Then he moved his fingers
until he found the nub that was aching for him. Gently and in a
circular motion, he massaged it.

I immediately gripped his biceps when I felt
him. A loud moan escaped my lips, and I felt pathetic letting him
see me so easily seduced. It was even more obvious I hadn’t had a
good lay in a long time.

His lips found mine and he kissed me slowly.
Never once did he take me in an aggressive way like I imagined he
would. Every touch was particular. He seemed to be enjoying this so
much that he wasn’t in a hurry to reach the final act.

His fingers rubbed me harder, giving me that
pressure that made my entire body burn. My legs started to twitch
because they didn’t know what to do. Everything felt so good. I
wanted to widen my legs even further but the back of the couch was
in the way.

“Ash…” I spoke into his mouth and the word
came out incoherent. But the meaning was still the same.

He took a deep breath as he kissed me, like
the word moved down his spine in a pleasurable way. He continued to
rub my clitoris before he inserted two fingers inside me. Even I
could feel how wet I was, so it was obvious to him. It was dripping
all over his fingers. He released a quiet moan as he felt the
moisture on his fingertips. “That pussy is ready for my cock.”

Oh god. I’d never met a man who could talk
dirty like that.

He pulled his fingers to his mouth and sucked
the juice. Then he returned to kissing me, the taste of my salty
sweetness still on his lips.

My hands immediately moved to his shirt and I
yanked it over his head. His perfect body was revealed to me, all
muscle. My hand moved to his side where a red rose was tattooed on
the skin. I knew that was where he’d been shot. It was beautiful in
an inexplicable way. My fingers touched it, unable to decipher
where the scar was.

I loved kissing his lips but I wanted to kiss
other things. I wanted to taste his skin the way he tasted mine. My
mouth moved away from his and to his neck. The slight taste of
sweat was on his skin. My hands glided down his chest and to the
top of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and pulled them down
slightly.

Ash kept me close to him as I kissed his
chest and neck. His hips rocked against mine slightly, and his
hard-on hit me in the right spot. The friction from his definition
felt so good against my clitoris. It made my nails dig violently
into his skin, harsher than I meant to.

At this point, I was a teapot that started to
boil. Steam was erupting, and my patience was evaporating. I’d
never been so excited to be with someone, not like this. I didn’t
just want to get off and get it over with. I wanted every second of
it. Finally, the journey was better than the destination.

When he moved his hips away, there was a
noticeable wet spot on the crotch of his boxers. I was too horny to
be embarrassed. I was wet for him—soaked—and we both knew it.

Ash moved his hand up my ass then gripped the
back of my thong. Without any regard, he yanked it down my legs
then tossed it on the coffee table. His mouth moved to my belly
button, and slowly he migrated down below. Once his face was
between my legs, my fingers dug into his hair and I moaned
uncontrollably.

Ash ate me like he was starving. He sucked my
clitoris then rubbed it aggressively with his tongue. Then he moved
to my entrance, tasting me and making me even wetter.

It felt so damn good.

He pulled away then unzipped the back of my
dress. He moved so quickly he almost broke it. Then he pulled it
off of me, revealing my naked body to him. His eyes moved to my
tits. The desire increased by tenfold when he saw them. “Fuck, I
knew you had a nice rack.” His lips found the valley between my
breasts and he ran his tongue up and down. Then he shoved a nipple
into his mouth and sucked it like a lollipop.

As good as it felt, I wanted more. I gripped
his boxers and pulled them down, letting his thick cock pop out. It
wobbled slightly once it was unrestricted from his jeans. It was
enormous, a dream come true.

My hand grabbed his shaft and I massaged him,
feeling him from tip to base. He was so thick and hard. I couldn’t
wait until he stretched me. I knew I would feel fuller than I did
with anyone else.

“Shit, you’re hot.” For the first time, I
wasn’t thinking. And it was nice. My hand felt his hard chest,
gliding over the perfect muscles. He was exceptional in every way
imaginable. This is exactly what I fantasized about with my
vibrator.

For once, he didn’t say something arrogant.
“I was thinking the same thing.” He lifted me from the couch then
carried me into my bedroom. Instead of kissing me, he just stared.
He told me everything he planned on doing with just the look
alone.

He laid me on the bed, my head resting on a
pillow. Then he moved on top of me, his dick grazing against my
stomach. He looked down at me like I was buried treasure he got to
keep for himself. “Got a condom?”

My mojo disappeared. “No…”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we go bareback?”

“What does that mean?”

He smiled like he was amused. “Skin to skin.
I’m clean. I promise.”

Ash wouldn’t lie to me. He was thoughtful
even though he acted like he didn’t care about anyone but himself.
My hand moved to his shaft and I felt the stud on the bottom and
top of his dick. It was just below his head. The metallic ball was
smooth and slightly cold in comparison to his skin.

“Besides, you’ll get the full effect without
one.”

“Yes.” Nothing could stop me. Even an
earthquake wouldn’t slow me down.

He immediately widened my legs with his arms
and pinned them back. He leaned forward on his arms and his head
found my entrance. “You’re tight. Just relax.”

“I’m not relaxed. I’m eager.” I grabbed his
hips and pulled him toward me.

He didn’t grin like he usually did. He slowly
pushed inside me, his thick head immediately stretching me as wide
as possible. It was slightly painful, but so pleasurable. “I
apologize. I have a big dick.”

My hands gripped his arms as I felt him move
further inside me. It took a moment for my body to acclimate to his
size. Maybe it was worse because I hadn’t had sex in so long. Or
maybe he really was just a god from the waist down.

Ash pushed himself deeper until he was
completely sheathed. “Fuck, tight ass pussy. And so fucking
wet.”

I dug my nails into his skin. “That feels so
good…”

He leaned over me then started to rock into
me. His eyes were glued to my face as he gently thrust into me.
Every move he made was slow, but precise. Every time his dick slid
inside me, it somehow stretched me again.

It was the best.

He moaned every few minutes, his eyes moving
across my chest and the area between my legs. His fingers moved to
my clitoris and rubbed it as he rocked inside me.

I felt the distant burn. It was so foreign I
wasn’t entirely sure what it was. But it was coming, and it was
going to be powerful. “I think I’m going to come.”

“No, Alessandra. You
are
going to
come.” He leaned far over me, his pelvic bone rubbing against my
clitoris as he slammed into me hard. The headboard smacked into the
wall repeatedly, echoing loudly in the room. Ash gave it to me as
hard as possible, and his chest dripped with sweat as he gave it to
me good.

And then it happened.

It was like a cosmic explosion deep inside
me. I was so hot and sweaty, but that suddenly felt good during the
experience. My body tightened around him because my muscles had
lost control. My nails dug into his hips as I yanked him harder
into me, out of my mind in my euphoric state. “Ash…”

He watched every expression I made, and he
moaned as the fire burned in my eyes. “I love watching this.”

My nails scratched his back as I finished the
high. I slowly came down, like a feather on the wind. I drifted
back to earth, still feeling the distant pleasure throbbing deep in
my body. “Oh my god…”

Ash slowed down then stopped. He leaned far
over me and gave me a hot kiss. His tongue found mine and they
danced together. I cupped his face as passion and gratitude
overtook me. “I’m not done with you.” He sucked my bottom lip
before he abruptly turned me over on my stomach. He shoved himself
inside me again, making me cry out because his entrance felt
amazing just like before. He pressed one hand against my lower back
as he fucked me hard into the mattress. His power made my body rub
against the sheets, and my clitoris was stimulated all over again.
His lips found my ear. “This is how a man fucks his woman.”

The headboard slammed into the wall again,
and I really did fear I would get a notice of eviction for the
disturbance. But in that moment, I couldn’t care less. I’d grab my
things and go to Ash’s so I could have this every night.

Ash gripped my neck as he pounded into me
from above. He took me more aggressively than he had before. I felt
the sweat from his chest rub onto my back, but it was sexy rather
than dirty.

I felt the explosion once again and it made
my hips buckle in an automatic response. All I had to do was lay
there and enjoy everything he was giving me. I felt like I was in a
dream, a place I never wanted to leave. My body was so happy,
particularly the area between my legs.

His cock piercing hit me in the right spot. I
could feel it deep inside me, slightly cool. It added an extra
touch, an extra stimulation. Nothing had ever felt so good in my
life. I wanted this all the time, day and night.