Seduction (Club Destiny) (32 page)

“I want you to
ream your ass with your fingers while you fuck your pussy with the toy.”

Ashleigh’s
breath lodged in her chest. Could she actually do that? It felt good when Alex
played with her ass, teasing her with his tongue or his fingers and sometimes
his cock, but she’d never imagined touching herself like that.

“Are you doing
it?” He asked.

She wasn’t, but
before she answered, she eased her hand between her legs, reaching down to that
forbidden hole, coating it with the lube. “Yes.”

“Damn that’s
fucking hot.” He groaned. “You make me want to pull out my cock and jack off
right here in my truck.”

Ashleigh could
picture that in her mind as well. She remembered the one time he had jacked off
for her when she asked. They’d been sitting in the living room, making out like
teenagers, and the idea of watching him bring himself to orgasm had been
overwhelming. When he had done it, Ashleigh had been so hot, she’d damn near
come just from the sight alone.

“Are you fucking
your pussy?” Alex asked.

“Yes.” She had
begun to work the dildo in and out of her pussy, trying to pretend it was him,
but it wasn’t the same.

“Turn over.”
Alex instructed and once again she stopped moving.

“On my stomach?”
She thought that’s what he wanted, but she had to make sure.

“Yes. On your
stomach, but don’t take the toy out of your pussy. I want you to move to the
edge of the bed, on your hands and knees and continue to fuck your pussy. Then
close your eyes and pretend I’m there, ramming my rock hard cock in your ass.”

Ashleigh moaned.
She might just come from his words alone. She took her time turning over,
getting into the position he had told her, keeping the dildo buried in her
pussy. “Alex.”

“What, baby?”

Ashleigh must’ve
made the phone move because his voice sounded different.

“I need more.”
She told him as she began to gently thrust the fake cock in deeper.

“How much more?”
His voice startled her because he was no longer on the phone, he was right there
with her. Had she not been so engrossed in what she was doing, she might’ve
been startled, but having him there was exactly what she needed.

“Damn that’s so
fucking hot.” His hands gripped her hips, and she felt the bed move as he put
one knee on it behind her. He must’ve found the lube because his fingers were
cool and slick as he teased her anus.

“Fuck me, Alex.
Please fuck me now.” Ashleigh was so far out of her mind with lust, all from
having him talk dirty to her on the phone, she just needed to come.

He didn’t say
another word, but Alex did exactly as she suggested. Without using brute force,
he eased his cock inside her ass, making her grit her teeth. Although they’d
done it on multiple occasions, there was still that initial bite of pain. With
the dildo still lodged in her pussy, Ashleigh felt the pressure when he moved
in deeper.

“Fuck yourself,
Ashleigh. Let me feel what it’s like to have a cock in your pussy while I’m
fucking your ass.”

She could hear the
restraint in his voice, and she knew this wasn’t going to last long. With her
chest down on the bed, her hands between her legs, she managed to move the toy
in and out, trying for a steady rhythm, but her brain wasn’t keeping up. She
just wanted to feel.

When Alex
retrieved the toy from her hands, she felt a measure of relief. And then there
was the glorious friction from both Alex lodged deep in her ass and the toy
buried to the hilt in her cunt. Instead of waiting for him to move, Ashleigh
began thrusting back into him as he groaned in response.

“That’s it,
baby. Fuck me.” He groaned, pushing in deep when she reared back, thrusting the
dildo inside of her when he retreated. Before long they had developed a rhythm,
and although awkward, it was incredibly stimulating and her body was reacting
to the feel of two cocks buried inside of her.

“Yes!” She
screamed when he began ramming her harder, the dildo pushing deeper. “Harder,
Alex. Fuck me harder!”

Grabbing the
dildo from him, she began fucking herself, rapidly thrusting the toy inside her
pussy as Alex gripped her hips, fucking her until they were both groaning.

“Oh, God, baby.
Fuck.” Alex cried out. “I’m going to come.”

With that,
Ashleigh’s orgasm ruptured, exploding as she tried to hold onto the toy. Then
Alex stilled behind her, and she felt the heat of his release as he filled her.

Just before she
drifted off from complete and total exhaustion, Ashleigh wondered why in the
hell she had ever worried that their sex life might become stale.

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 “Alex.”
The trembling voice on the other end of the phone stopped him in his tracks.
Alex hadn’t wanted to answer, knew what he was walking into the second he did.

“Jessie?” He
didn’t need to ask, he knew exactly who it was because she had called him twice
that morning when he’d been driving down to Austin and he’d ignored the calls.
Maybe it was the fact that the last conversation he had with Jessie had gone
fairly well, but this time he had a hunch it was not going to go as well.

Sitting at the
table, staring across at the empty chair, waiting for Ashleigh to return from
the restroom, Alex knew he should have ignored this one too. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s going to
kill me.” She whispered, as though she were trying to hide from someone.

Instinct told
him she wasn’t playing him. At least not at the moment. “Where are you?”

“At home.” He
barely heard her. “Please help me.”

Alex caught
sight of Ashleigh from across the room, and their eyes met. She must’ve seen
the concern in his gaze because she hurried her movements until she was
standing beside the table.

“What’s wrong?”
She asked, not bothering to sit down.

“I’ll be there
in a minute, Jessie. Stay right where you are.” He ordered before disconnecting
the call. The look in Ashleigh’s eyes made him cringe.

“Where is she?”
Surprising him with her question, he stood from his seat, tossing a fifty on
the table to cover the bill before taking her hand and walking through the
restaurant.

“Talk to me,
Alex. What’s wrong with her?” Ashleigh demanded, pulling on his arm.

“She said he’s
going to kill her.” He bit his lip, both frustrated at the situation and pissed
off at himself for feeling as though he needed to go see for himself.

“Let’s go check
on her.” Ashleigh said the words and Alex stopped short.

Looking down at
her in utter disbelief, he waited for her to continue.

“You heard me.
We can’t just stand here.”

She wanted to go
with him? Had she lost her mind? This time she was the one on the move, and he
fought to process the situation as he followed her out into the bright Texas
sunshine.

“Ashleigh,
wait.” He said, unsure of what he would say next.

“No. Let’s go.
Once and for all, we’re going to get this woman some help.” Ashleigh sounded entirely
too confident and just a little pissed off.

He opened the
truck door for her, waiting until she climbed in before shutting it. Still
stunned, he walked around the truck and climbed in the other side.

“What did she
say?” Ashleigh asked as she buckled her seatbelt, staring at him. “Start the
truck, Alex.”

Her instruction
startled him into motion, reminding him where he was and what he was doing. For
the next few minutes, they drove in silence, but he knew she was waiting for an
answer.

“Ashleigh,” he
said, glancing at her before turning back to the road, “I don’t know what I’m
going to walk into. With Jessie, I never know.”

She didn’t say a
word, but he could feel her gaze on him.

“Jessie needs
help,” he finally said.

“I know.”
Ashleigh sighed but continued. “I talked to Dylan.”

Great. Now his
best friend was sharing his secrets. He couldn’t imagine what Ashleigh said
when Dylan told her that Jessie had pulled Alex’s strings for the last ten
years, calling on him constantly, sometimes truly needing him, others just
wanting to get his attention. He didn’t know what she was pulling now, but he
knew he couldn’t just turn a blind eye to her situation.

For the last two
weeks, Jessie had been calling, trying to talk to him, but Alex hadn’t been
interested in hearing from her. Even after she told him she was going to get on
the straight and narrow, he knew she had been drinking again, and he knew that
Jeff was coming around.

As much as he
wanted to push her out of his life for good, he couldn’t sit by while his
ex-wife continued to throw her life away.

“What did he
tell you?”

Ashleigh
flinched, but she turned toward him. “I know she has problems, Alex. I know she
calls you at all hours.”

That she did.
Alex had never tried to hide the calls from Ashleigh when he was with her, but
he had wanted to. The thought of losing Ashleigh because Jessie was continuing
to use him for whatever reason tore at him.

But, this was
who he was. He couldn’t change the fact that he didn’t want to see Jessie hurt.
Until recently, he hadn’t realized he wasn’t able to help her the way she
needed. That had been a hard thing to swallow, but as the days passed, he knew
he had to do something or things with Jessie would never change.

“Alex.” Her warm
hand came down over his, and he briefly glanced down at it. “Let’s go see what
she needs. We have to get her help. Real help.”

He knew what she
was saying, but he couldn’t get past the “we”. His heart swelled, aching with
the need to tell her everything he felt for her. The woman was so giving, never
asking for anything in return and here he was, dragging her across town to
check on his ex-wife, not knowing what they would actually find when they got
there.

“Let’s just
check on her.” Ashleigh said, sounding entirely too reasonable. “Then you can
decide what the best thing to do for her is.”

“Why?” He
couldn’t hold back his questions anymore. He felt like he were being set up and
he was suddenly scared of what might happen. He couldn’t lose Ashleigh, but he
couldn’t turn his back on Jessie. He had to live with the consequences. Either
way.

“Why what?” She
asked, pulling her hand from his.

“Why do you want
to go?”

“Trust me, I
don’t want to go.” She retorted, then took a deep breath, sighed again. “Dylan
told me about your relationship with Jessie. Between what he said and what
you’ve told me yourself, I think the woman needs help.”

She paused, then
looked at him.

“Don’t get me
wrong, Alex, I’m not willing to be her friend, and I’m not exactly thrilled
about sharing you with her, but it’s clear you are concerned about her.”

He was. But not
the way Ashleigh thought. Maybe now was the time to tell Ashleigh the full
story.

“My dad died
when I was twelve.” He said, keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“For two years my mother sat around, depressed and lonely, until one day she
met a man. Rick. She started dating him for a little while, and before I knew
what happened, Rick was coming to the house. He’d stay the night once in a
while, and I didn’t ask questions. My mother seemed so happy, and that was the
most important thing to me.”

Ashleigh reached
over, touching his arm and her touch seemed to calm him. Releasing one hand
from the steering wheel, he laced his fingers with hers.

“As it turned out,
Rick wasn’t all that nice. They would argue from time to time, but I tried to
stay out of it, unsure what to do or say. Time passed and they kept seeing each
other, but their relationship kept getting more and more unstable.” That was an
understatement. “I was fifteen when he hit her for the first time.”

Ashleigh’s
fingers squeezed his, but she didn’t say anything.

“I was bigger by
then, not like I am now, but I wasn’t the scrawny little boy I had been when he
started coming around. Long story short, Rick’s anger only continued to
escalate and so did mine. I was so pissed at my mother for just sitting back
and letting that bastard beat on her.” He paused to take a breath. The anger
from those memories surged to the forefront.

“I came home
from school one day to find him hitting her while she cowered on the floor. The
rage set in, and the only thing I remember is pulling him off of her, so
fucking pissed that she’d let him do that to her.

“Then he turned
his anger on me, but I’d obviously been preparing for that day. Needless to
say, by the time the cops showed up, they had to pull me off of him.” That was
the easy part. “My relationship with my mother was never the same again. She
didn’t forgive me for that, or for the fact that Rick didn’t come back around.”
Alex hated that part, hated how his mother had put that man before her own son.
“I can’t stand a man that hits a woman, and maybe I should just back off, leave
Jessie to her own devices, but I can’t seem to do it.”