Stick Play (Boston Bucks #4)

4. Ash

4

Ash

I can’t believe I’m going to be babysitting three small kids—who all scare the crap out of me—for the next few days. How did I get myself into this, anyway? Oh right, Gina needed help and I’m not a guy to turn his back on anyone in need—especially a friend. Yeah, we’re friends now. Plus, there was something about payback being mutually beneficial. Let’s be real here, I’m not one hundred percent altruistic.

But now here I am, sleeping in Gina’s spare room alone after I helped her cook dinner and feed three hungry kids, because the Department of Transportation warned everyone to stay off the roads due to ice.

After the dishes were done, Gina gave me the rundown on meals, snacks and naps, then took the three to Zoe’s room to read them a bedtime story, only to fall asleep in her daughter’s bed. I called Dad to let him know where I was in case he needed me. Then I waited for Gina to meet me in the living room—before I knew she’d passed out.

When I told Dad I was simply helping out a friend, he wanted to know all the details. I love the man, I really do, but he needs to stay out of my private life. I know he wants what’s best for me, and he also knows the promise I made to Coach. So, what’s best for me right now is not getting into a relationship—I never should have driven to Gina’s earlier, I know.

Gina…

God, what am I even doing? I don’t know but I do know this is all crazy and risky. I should have left, would have left if I could have. Maybe I wouldn’t have. Fuck. All I know is before she took the kids to their room, we’d talked about watching a movie, and of course I had other things on my mind, and when she didn’t come back, I went searching for her. When I saw her sleeping, so tired and run off her feet, I didn’t dare wake her. She’s always taking care of everyone else, and dammit, I want to take care of her. She just doesn’t usually let me. But she let me help today when she was in a jam, and she finally caved when I insisted I could babysit. Why again was I so persistent?

Right, not altruistic.

How the hell am I going to entertain three kids, two of them being girls? I roll over in the small single bed made for a child, and nearly fall out of it. Jesus. I fluff my pillow as wind whips around the house, twisting the siding, and beating at the shingles. Swallowing against a dry throat, I toss my legs over the side of the bed and push to my feet. Two small steps take me to the window and I glance out into the dark night, to see the quiet street below.

I sleep naked, so I tug on my jeans and quietly open the bedroom door. When my ears meet with silence, I tiptoe down the hall and make my way to the kitchen, where I once took Gina on the table. A beam of light trickles along the floor. I was sure I’d turned off all the lights before bed. Did I miss one in the kitchen?

I walk quietly and the second I enter the small space and see her sweet ass in the air as she pulls something from the fridge, I grip the back of the wooden chair to stabilize myself. The chair scrapes the floor and Gina darts upright, and turns to me, her hand on her chest.

“Ash,” she says, breathlessly. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I came down for a drink. I thought you were asleep.”

She closes the fridge and plunges us into darkness. “I’m the one who’s sorry.” Her feet shuffle on the floor and a second later, the light above the stove illuminates the small space. With her long dark hair a mess around her shoulders, and dressed in big flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt, she frowns at me. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on you. Did you watch the movie without me?”

“You were exhausted.” I let go of the chair and take a step toward her. Jesus, how can she make big flannel pajama pants so sexy? “I’m glad you had a time out.” I close the distance, and run the back of my hands over her cheek.

She laughs quietly. “A time out is for misbehaving. I haven’t done any misbehaving in a long time.”

“Maybe we should rectify that,” I tease.

Her eyes light with desire. “Maybe we should.”

I take the water bottle from her, crack it open and hand it back. She takes a big gulping drink. Once she’s done, I take the bottle and practically finish it.

She blinks up at me, color moving into her cheeks. “We were both pretty thirsty.”

“Yeah.”

She gulps at that one word and sways slightly. “I don’t think I’m quite sated yet.”

“Oh. I’ll get another bottle.” She makes a move to go back to the fridge and I pin her against the counter with my body. “It’s not water that’s going to sate me, babe.”

“No?”

I slide my hand along her hip, and when she quivers, it’s all the answer I need. I dip my hand between her legs and lightly stroke her sex through her pajamas. “I’m going to need my mouth here. That’s the only thing that’s going to quench my thirst tonight.”

“Oh, God, Ash. I…I need that too.”

With that, I pick her up and carry her across the room. I move a chair away from the table, giving me space to ravish her, and set her on the tabletop. I dip my head and moan as her lips part for me. Her arms circle my neck and she drags me to her, as desperate for me as I am for her, and that sort of fucks with my heart in a strange way. I’ve had women want me, sure, and that’s not ego speaking. But there’s something different in her hunger for me. Or maybe I’m imagining it. I don’t have a whole lot of blood left in my brain.

She runs her palms over my back and my muscles quake as she reacquaints herself with my nakedness. Time for my mouth to reacquaint itself too. I slide my hands under her ass. “I need you naked.”

“Yes please,” she murmurs and a rough chuckle crawls out of my throat as she lays back. Gaze locked on hers, I untie the string holding her pants up, and tug on them just enough to expose her pussy. “I’ve wanted back in here for a very long time now.” I part her lips, and lightly brush my thumb over her damp, swollen clit.

Her muscles tighten, and she tries to widen her legs, but I hold them together with mine, wanting to tease and torment her, just a little bit. “But you totally shut me out.”

“Ash,” she moans, her body aching for so much more, and I plan to give it to her, but maybe a little payback is in order. “You knew it was a bad idea too. You even said so.”

“Yeah, I did. We both have our own reasons. I realize that.” Fuck, I’m supposed to be on the straight and narrow, head down and only on the game, no complications, no women. Any kind of relationship, with a single mom at that, is a side road I’m not supposed to be on. “It doesn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck you again, though.”

“You’ve been thinking about me? Thinking about this…”

I slide my hand down and circle her entrance, grazing her ever so lightly. “Yeah.” Another hard quiver goes through her. “Have you been thinking about me?”

She goes up on her elbows, her gaze on my fingers between her legs. “If I say yes, will you touch me?”

I chuckle. “I don’t know, babe. I’m not sure I should make this so easy on you after the hard time you’ve given me.”

“Hard, yes…Ash please.”

Hard is right. Ever since we fucked on this table, I couldn’t be around her without getting hard and I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I hadn’t had a hook-up with anyone since.

“Please,” she begs again.

Answering her demands, I slide a finger into her and her muscles clench around my finger. Fuck, she’s so damn tight. Has she not been touched, not been with anyone since me, either? I don’t know why I like the thought of that.

Her mouth opens and closes and she finally murmurs, “That is so good.”

I fuck her with my finger a few times, but goddammit, I need to taste her. “Lay back,” I command in a soft voice and she obliges. With her body flat on the table, I tug her pants off and lift her legs, putting them around me as I move her body to give me better access to her hot little pussy. I breathe in her aroused scent and moan as I bury my face between her thighs.

Her legs tighten around me as I eat at her, wanting her juices all over my face.

“Ash…ohmigod, yes.”

Her voice is barely a whisper as she lets me take charge, doing whatever I want to her body, and there are so many things I want. My cock hardens even more, and I’m in fucking agony as it presses against my zipper. I slide one hand down and unhook my button and tug my cock free, giving it a long tug as I slip another finger inside her hot, tight channel.

Her hips come off the table, her pussy banging against my face as I lick her clit and finger fuck her. I love this needy desperation about her, love how much she wants me right now—even though this is all kinds of wrong. But I can’t think about that, not when she’s quietly chanting my name and spasming around my probing fingers.

I lift my head, wanting to see her face as she lets go, and the sight is one of beauty. Her eyes lock on mine, and the pleasure I see there wraps around me and holds tight. Jesus, this woman needs to take a time out more often. It looks good on her.

“Ash.”

“I know, babe, I know.” I still my fingers deep inside her, giving her something to clench around. “Come all over my fingers. Take everything you need, and when you think you’re done, I’m going to give you more.” She ripples harder, her chest rising and falling erratically as she pants. Soon enough her muscles settle and I pull my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. She watches in amazement as I lick my fingers, and moan around the sweet taste.

“Now I’m going to fuck you. You want that, Gina?”

“I do.” Her voice is hoarse, and I have no doubt her throat is dry.

“Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I can even if I want to.”

I laugh quietly, and grab the bottle from the counter. Two steps later I’m back with her, and I help her sit up and give her a drink. Before she can lay back down, I grip the bottom of her T-shirt, and she automatically lifts her arms. I love how she’s letting me take care of her tonight. She’s not one to hand over control, but goddammit, she needs the break.

“These…” I lightly brush the sides and bottom of her breasts. “I didn’t get to spend any time here the last time I had you on this table.”

She arches forward. “We should rectify that.”

I chuckle at her enthusiasm. “You’re not wrong.” I bend, and her sweet moan wraps around my dick as I take one pert nipple into my mouth and suck. “Fuck,” I mumble around her hard bud. Her hands wrap around my head, her fingers knotting my hair as she holds me to her, and I brush my thumb over her other nipple, giving it the attention it deserves.

One hand slides down my back and around to the front, to touch my cock, and it jumps as a new kind of desperation takes hold of me. She dips into my pre-cum and slides it around my crown and I nearly fucking shoot off in her hand. Her nipple pops from my mouth as I inch back, her hand no longer able to reach my dick.

I’m seconds from grabbing a condom and sheathing up when she slides from the table. A measure of panic hits. Is she having second thoughts, or worse, are we about to get caught? This is fucking risky, I know that, but I’d lost all control the second I got close to her. I’m about to back off, only to stop when she sinks to her knees, and takes my cock into her hands.

Sweet Jesus.

“Gina…” I run one hand through my hair. “Fuck, Gina.”

“Soon,” she teases. She takes my cock into her warm palms. “The last time I had you in this kitchen, I didn’t get to spend any time here.” With that, she leans forward and takes my cock to the back of her throat. I’ve wanted her for so long, had whacked off to the memory of what we’d done so many times, I fear I’m going to shoot down her throat, ending this before it even gets started.

Math.

I start thinking about math, a trick I learned back in junior high when I wanted to get my dick under control. What the fuck is two plus two again? Jesus, that’s not even working.

“Gina,” I mumble as she grips my balls and works her sweet mouth along my throbbing cock. With barely any blood left in my brain, I back up and she pouts as I pull my dick from her mouth.

“On the table.”

She grins, knowing the state she’s put me in and climbs back on the table, spreading her legs for me. “Fuck me, Ash.”

Jesus Christ.

I fish a condom from my pocket and put it on in record time. I grip her hips, put my cock at her entrance and her mouth opens as I drive into her. With little finesse and much enthusiasm, I fuck her hard on the kitchen table. She moans, her head going from side to side as my manners walk out the door. But judging from her moans, the way her sweet pussy is tightening around my pistoning cock, this is exactly what she needs tonight.

My fingers bite into her soft hips as I hold her down, and the table practically slides across the floor as I pound into her soft flesh. I bite down on my cheek as pleasure gathers in my dick. I take one of her hands and press her finger against her clit and her eyes go wide. At first she doesn’t do anything, but as I keep my gaze locked on hers, she reads me, and begins to move her finger over her wet nub.

I grin. “Yeah.” Her finger moves faster, matching the rhythm of my fucking and when her cheeks flush, and her eyes briefly close, I know she’s right there, hovering on the edge. “I need you to come all over my cock, babe.”

“Oh God.”

Her body lets go, and I grunt as I fill her and stretch her with my girth. She lifts up a bit, and I slide my hands around her back and pull her to me, chest to chest. Her hands go around my back and she hugs tight, like she needs the connection, the intimacy as she continues to come around my cock. Everything in the way she’s holding me breaks my control and she puts her face on my shoulder as I let loose a grunt and climax inside her beautiful, welcoming body.

She gasps. “Ash, I feel you.”

I put my arms under her sweet ass and lift her clear from the table as I pump seed into the condom, wishing there were no barriers between us, which is crazy. I always use a condom. I hold her to me and she clings as I deplete myself inside her. Once I’m sated, I set her on the table, cup her cheeks and press my lips to hers. I kiss her deeply, and our lips linger, touching, tasting, savoring…

Have I ever savored a woman before?

She exhales a contented sigh and murmurs, “We have to stop meeting like this.”

I know she’s kidding, but I say, “I don’t think we do.” In fact, I want to keep meeting like this and when it comes right down to it, I want to know more about this woman. Other than she has a child, runs a café and we have friends in common, I don’t know much.

“Me neither. But there are kids in the house and if we’re going to keep doing this, we need to be careful.”

“Are we going to keep doing this, Gina?”