Ruthless Regret (Ruthless Games Duology #2)

Chapter 51

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

ZAIN

Her little snatched breaths every time I lift my mouth, the soft moans she makes with each roll of my hips, the way her body feels around my dick ...

It’s sensory overload in the best possible way.

Her hands are everywhere. Stroking over my stomach, my arms, my shoulders. When her palm cups my cheek, I surge up, rolling so I can pin her beneath me.

Our tongues tangle, her nails rake a path up my spine, and her legs lift to wrap around my waist. I brace myself on one hand, the other still wrapped around her throat, and lift my head to watch her face as I drive my dick as deep into her as I can get.

Her lips are parted, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so fucking beautiful in my entire life.

“Ashley.”

Her eyes open at her name, cloudy with desire, and she blinks up at me. My hand slides up her throat, so I can run my thumb over her bottom lip. Holding her gaze, I push it into her mouth. Her tongue curls around the tip, licks, then sucks it. Her cheeks hollow out, and her soft moan goes straight to my dick.

“Jesus …” Who’d have thought something so simple would cause such an intense sensation?

My nerves tighten, my vision swims, and it takes me a second of fighting to regain control. Pulling my thumb free, I find her breast, and run it over her nipple. It hardens under my touch, and I pinch it, roll it between my fingers, tug it outward until it pulls free.

Her back arches, her nails digging into my ass.

“Do you like that?”

Her throat moves as she swallows. I pinch her other nipple, watching as her jaw clenches, and her eyes roll back. I kiss a path to her ear, and nip the lobe.

“When you watched me in the shower, did you crawl into bed and touch yourself like this?” I whisper. “I want to watch you play with yourself the way you watched me. Will you do that for me, Ashley? Will you play with your clit while I watch? Will you make yourself come for me?”

“Zain …” My name is a whisper, a moan, a prayer .

Reaching for her hand, I pull it away from my back and guide it down between our bodies. Linking my fingers with hers, I find her clit and stroke a circle around it.

Our fingers grow slippery with her arousal, and she stretches her fingers forward to stroke my dick as it slides in and out of her body. My head drops against her shoulder, my entire body shuddering under the sensations wracking it.

Her touch feels so good. Too good.

My control is slipping away, but I don’t care. The more she touches me, the more I crave it.

Her breathing changes, her body tensing beneath mine, her legs tightening around me, and when she comes, her whimpers and cries trigger something inside me and I follow her down into oblivion.

For a time the only sound in the room is heavy breathing. My heart is racing, my chest heaving, my body slick with sweat.

I should move. Roll off her before I crush her under my weight. But I don’t think I can. I’m not sure I have any control over my body.

Her head moves, and soft lips press against my jaw, my cheek. Turning my head, I capture her mouth with mine in a slow, languid kiss, before easing out of her body and carefully sitting up.

Ashley doesnt move, gazing up at me through half-lidded eyes.

“Stay where you are. I’ll get something to clean up.” My voice is still a little rough around the edges.

She doesn’t speak, but a small smile curves her lips.

I get to my feet, wonder for a second if they’re going to hold me up or if I’m going to crash onto my face, then cautiously take a step forward. I stay upright.

So far, so good.

I cross the room and go into the attached bathroom, find a washcloth, wet it, and go back to the bedroom. Ashley’s exactly where I left her, and I take a moment to admire the lines of her body in the moonlight.

Her head turns and she catches me looking.

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.” And for the first time in longer than I can remember, it’s the truth.

I settle on the edge of the bed, and gently run the cloth between her legs. She squirms away.

“Still too sensitive,” she says in reply to my arched eyebrow.

I laugh quietly, and the sound surprises me. When was the last time I laughed? I don’t remember. It’s been a while, that’s all I can say for certain.

Unaware of my thoughts, Ashley sits up and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

I watch as she walks across the room, hips swaying, and I’m almost tempted to follow her, and start round two, but I don’t. Instead, I stretch out on the bed, and close my eyes, reliving the way Ashley’s touch burned my skin, the way her body felt against mine.

For the first time in fourteen years, I feel something other than anger and bitterness. Something dangerously close to hope and contentment. I’m not sure if that terrifies or thrills me.