Seduction (Club Destiny) (18 page)

They continued
this exploration for long minutes and Ashleigh had gotten lost in the taste of
him, the silky feel of his cock against her tongue as she lapped every long
inch of him, when a sharp, biting pain ignited in her, stilling her instantly.

She fought the
urge to bite down because his cock was filling her mouth, but the pain was
acute, albeit brief. Alex was using his finger to fuck her ass the way he’d
done the night before, and though it had been uncomfortable initially, it
didn’t take long for Ashleigh to begin thrusting back against his finger while
once again laving his cock with her tongue.

Exquisite
sensations rocketed through her, and she was unable to pinpoint exactly where
they were coming from. It could’ve been his tongue on her clit, or his thumb in
her pussy, or his fingers in her ass. She didn’t know, but she didn’t want him
to stop.

Releasing his
cock from her mouth because she could no longer focus, pushing up onto her
hands, using his thighs as leverage, Ashleigh began riding his mouth and his
fingers simultaneously.

She was close...
so close.

And once again
he stopped. This time she did release a growl of frustration, but that only
caused him to chuckle. Before she could ask what he was doing, he was lifting
her off of him, and then she took over, putting her feet on the plush carpet
before standing.

“On your knees.”
Alex instructed, and Ashleigh had heard that line before.

When she went to
her knees before him, she was baffled when he moved around behind her, rather
than in front of her where she expected.

“Put your hands
on the couch and don’t move.”

Ok. Placing her
hands on the black leather cushion, Ashleigh waited patiently, not glancing
back, instead trying to talk herself into this. It all sounded good on paper, but
the pain had been real, even if it did disappear quickly, she knew this wasn’t
going to be pleasant.

Alex lowered
himself to his knees behind her, and Ashleigh was once again infused with his
warmth as his solid chest pressed against her back. His mouth trailed fiery hot
kisses between her shoulder blades and her body broke out in chills, the
feeling intense. She loved his mouth on her, everywhere.

His arms snaked
around her waist, his hands zeroing in on her breasts, cupping them firmly then
squeezing.

“I need to be
inside you, baby.” Alex said, and Ashleigh got the impression he was asking
more than telling this time.

Despite her
fear, she wanted this. To feel Alex inside of her, in every way possible, was
the only thing she could think about.

“Please.” It was
the only word she could come up with because he was squeezing her breast with
one hand while dipping his finger in between the crack of her ass. This time
something cool was probing her, and it took a moment to register.

He was still
using his finger, but he must have included lubrication this time which helped
ease some of the discomfort. Initially...

A few gentle
thrusts of his finger had her beginning to feel good, wanting him to thrust
harder, faster, but instead, he slowed yet again before pushing two fingers
into her. Ashleigh bit her cheek, willing the burn to cease.

“Fuck my
fingers, Ashleigh.” Alex crooned and his smooth, sultry voice nearly sent her
into hyperspace, taking her mind off of the pain.

He continued to thrust
into her while she pressed back into him, her pace increasing.

“Alex.” Ashleigh
was looking for a lifeline because the friction was sweeter than she expected,
and her body was beginning to tremble with the first signs of her orgasm.
“Please, Alex.”

Her body was
coated in perspiration, her arms beginning to slip on the leather as she leaned
forward, Alex kneading her butt cheeks as he fucked his fingers into her
slowly, shallowly, over and over.

“That’s it,
baby.” Alex groaned.

Ashleigh could
feel him moving behind her, his fingers slowing until he retreated fully,
leaving her feeling empty. He’d teased her for long minutes, her body confused
on what it wanted and what it needed, her orgasm having built numerous times
only to be doused repeatedly.

Then his hands
were on her hips, and she felt the wide crest of his penis pressing against her
puckered hole, the pressure more than she expected, more than she thought she
could bare.

“Play with your
clit.” Alex ordered as he leaned around her, using one hand to spread her bare
pussy lips, the heat of his fingers a welcome sensation when otherwise there
would have only been pressure and pain.

Doing as he
said, Ashleigh used her fingers to touch herself, stroking her clit with rough,
hurried movements, trying to make her body react to the erotic stimulation and
praying her brain would shut off momentarily.

“Alex, it
hurts.” She admitted, ducking her head against the cushion, fear making her
body tremble.

“Push against
me, Ashleigh. Bear down on my dick.”

Ashleigh didn’t
know what he wanted, but she did as she was told, pushing her hips into his,
the wide girth of his cock pressing into her, pushing past the tight muscles
painfully until...

“Oh, God!” The
pain disappeared and she was left with only an overwhelming sensation of being
full. Her hand resumed its torturous pace on her clit while Alex began
increasing his pace, shallowly thrusting into her ass.

When his hand
took over, his mouth hot on her back, she knew he wasn’t going to last, and she
prayed he’d hurry. Her body was having a hard time keeping up with itself, and
this was erotic as hell.

“That’s it, Ash.
Ride my cock, baby.” His voice was gruff, strained as he began ramming into
her, his strokes going deeper, his pace quickening.

“Fuck me, Alex!
Please fuck me.” She begged, needing something more to push her to the edge.

When Alex’s
finger delved into her pussy, she squirmed against the invasion, shocked by the
intensity and for a brief second, she wondered if this is what it felt like for
Sam and Sierra. The mental imaged flashed through her mind as her orgasm
erupted, and she bit her cheek to keep from screaming out.

“Fuck. Baby, I’m
going to come. Ashleigh! It’s too good.”

Ashleigh held on
as Alex followed her over the edge with blinding, intense fury.

In that moment,
Ashleigh knew two things: One, she was quickly falling for this man and the
ramifications of that scared her half out of her mind. And two, there was no
way that Ashleigh would ever find another man who could sate her the way Alex
could.

In the end, she
knew the devastation would be abysmal, and she promised that no matter the
outcome, she’d walk away with the memories of this moment right here, when she
had given in to the fact that Alex McDermott owned her – mind, body, and soul.

***
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Alex had no
sooner walked in his back door when Jessie came walking out of the guest
bedroom. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he passed through the living room
on his way to the kitchen.

He needed a beer
and he needed one bad. After that long ass drive to Austin and back, Alex
wanted nothing more than to sit back and relax. The only thing that would make
it better was if Ashleigh was there with him. Since he’d been busy with work
and she busy with a deadline, he hadn’t gotten to see her in two days now – not
since that smoking hot scene in his office. The mere thought made his blood
pressure soar.

But, instead of
sneaking off to Ashleigh’s, he’d be sitting at home with his ex-wife, hoping
she would get well enough to go home. He had made a point not to spend the
night at Ashleigh’s since Jessie had been released from the hospital, and it
wasn’t because he didn’t want to. No, he’d much rather be with Ashleigh, but
truth be told, he was worried about Jessie, but more than that, he didn’t trust
her.

Not a good place
to be, honestly.

“A little
better. My arm hurts, but the Advil is helping.” Jessie said softly as she
curled up on his couch.

The doctor had
offered pain meds, but after a brief chat with him, they opted not to go that
route. Jessie was a recovering addict, and the last thing she needed was
something to entice her.

“Thanks for
letting me stay here. I’m just scared to go back home.” She said when he took a
seat on the empty couch across from her.

“Well, Jeff’s in
jail for a little while, so I think it would be safe for you to go home if you
wanted to.” He wasn’t trying to push her out the door, but a gentle nudge
wasn’t going to hurt.

 It’s not
that he didn’t like Jessie because he did. Hell, he’d been married to the
woman. Although that little sham of a marriage was for entirely different
reasons, but for some reason, Alex felt like he’d been here before.

Different man,
same circumstance.

Alex met Jessie
at a strip club when he was twenty-one years old. She was supposed to have been
eighteen, but as it turned out, she lied about her age and provided a fake id.
Being that she was a dancer at the club, that had caused quite a few problems.

But it hadn’t
been the club giving her the most grief. It was her father. So when Alex found
out that Jessie was being abused at home, he’d come to her rescue and the only
logical way to get her out of that mess had been to marry her. He didn’t
recommend it to anyone, but he had done it nonetheless.

They were
married until she turned eighteen which was only a couple of months. Then they
got the marriage annulled, and Alex had mistakenly thought that would be the
end of it. He and Jessie were friends, and he wished her well and all that.

As it turned
out, Jessie was a walking disaster. Her time at the strip club had led to some
intense addictions – to both drugs and alcohol. Given that she had no one else
to turn to, Alex again stepped in to save the day. And for damn near twenty
years, he’d been coming to her rescue every time she needed him.

The problem was,
he was beginning to think there was something more to these little stunts she
pulled. Was she faking it? No, of course not. Her broken arm was proof of what
Jeff had done to her. But the story he gave the cops was an entirely different
one than the one she offered.

In Jeff’s
version, Jessie had called him to come over, and once he was there, she
instigated the fight, telling Jeff that the only thing she needed to do was to
call Alex and everything would be taken care of.

Her version
varied, depending on who she told it to. What she told Alex was that she had
just gotten home from work when Jeff showed up. He proceeded to beat her
because she wouldn’t go and get them something to eat. She’d been scared and
injured, which was why she called Alex.

The scared and
injured part he believed. The rest sounded like total bullshit. But what was he
going to do about it? He’d spent the better part of two decades saving her from
herself so to give up on her now seemed a little cruel.

“Do you mind if
I stay here for a couple more days?” She asked sweetly.

Alex knew he was
being played, knew she was doing the same thing she did every other time, but
just like always, he conceded.

“Two days. But
by this weekend, I need to get you home.” He had plans for the weekend and
Jessie didn’t factor into them at all.

Pushing up from
his chair, Alex took his beer and headed to his room. “I need to take a shower,
but then I’ll order pizza or something. Give me fifteen minutes.” He told her
without looking back.

Fifteen minutes
almost on the money, Alex was back in the living room hunting for his cell
phone. Jessie was in the kitchen pouring a glass of tea, so he called out to
her. “Have you seen my phone?”

“It’s in here on
the bar.” She told him.

“Thanks.” He
said absently as he grabbed his phone. “What do you want on your pizza?”

“It doesn’t
matter. I’ll eat anything.”

Alex hit the
buttons to take him to his previously dialed calls. That was the only way he knew
the pizza places number because he always forgot to add it to his contact list.
As he was rummaging through the numbers, he noticed the last call that came in.

Ashleigh.

At seven twenty
three.

But it wasn’t a
missed call.

“Did my phone
ring while I was in the shower?” He asked Jessie, turning to look at her. She
got that same look on her face that she normally did when she was about to lie.

“Some girl
called. I told her you were in the shower and that I’d tell her you called.”

Fuck!
“Why the hell
did you answer my phone, Jessie?”

Those damn tears
welled up in her eyes, and she flinched like someone was about to hit her and
it pissed Alex off. He was suddenly no longer hungry, so he grabbed another
beer from the fridge and took his phone to his bedroom.