Stick Play (Boston Bucks #4)

12. Ash

12

Ash

I hold her hand, keeping her close to me, and I guide her up the stairs. We walk quietly, and it reminds me of my high school days, sneaking girls into my room when Dad was asleep. We stop outside Dad’s door, and when snoring sounds reach our ears, we check on the kids.

With everyone asleep, I take her into my bedroom, gently closing and locking the door behind us. She stands there, glancing around, an excited kind of nervousness about her. She steps up to the window and glances out. “It’s so quiet and peaceful here.”

“You like what you see?” I ask and with her back to me, she nods.

“I like what I see too.” She turns, a grin on her face as she sits on my window ledge. “The view is great.” I walk toward her. “The only thing that could make it better is having you out of these clothes.”

“You don’t like me in your sweatshirt?”

“No, I love you in it, but I love what’s underneath it more.” I slide my hands under the big sweater and run my fingers up her sides, brushing the outer edges of her breasts. By rights, we shouldn’t be doing this—heck, we never should have started anything last summer, but for some reason we just can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. I can only hope that by the end of the weekend, we’ll have gotten this—whatever this is—out of our systems.

“I love the way you touch me,” she moans softly.

“Look at that, our hobbies match perfectly, because I love touching you.”

“That’s what this is, a hobby?”

“Something you pursue for enjoyment. I’d say so.”

She grins at me and lifts her arms over her head, wanting her sweatshirt off. I grip the hem and peel it over her head, and she’s in her blouse and bra. “So many layers,” I complain with a tsk. I try to work the small buttons, but it’s not easy with my big clumsy fingers. I fumble and she backs up, out of my reach. My heart stalls. Is she putting a stop to this? If so, I’d commend her for her actions, and for having brain cells that currently work.

“How about I help you out?”

I groan, and drop down onto the bed to watch the show. She sways slightly as her small fingers work the buttons, slowly, tortuously.

“Are you trying to do damage?” I shift and tug on my pants as they tighten around my thickening cock.

“Oh no, that’s not good.” She finishes the last button, and with her blouse swaying open she drops to her knees and releases the button on my jeans, giving me a measure of relief. The hiss of the zipper is music to my ears, and once she has my cock free, she doesn’t go back to stripping. Nope, she bends her head and takes me into her mouth.

“Sweet fuck.”

I angle my head, watching the way she takes me to the back of her throat, and when she moves to the tip, the way my cock glistens in the light nearly pushes me over the edge. “Babe, that is so good.”

I grip her hair and tug it to the side as pleasure wracks my entire body. She moans in delight, loving what she’s doing to me, and I slide her shirt from her shoulders to expose her creamy flesh. Leaning forward, I unhook her bra with a flick and she doesn’t take her mouth off my dick as she shimmies out of her clothes.

Her breasts sway beautifully as she pleasures me, and all I want to do is take them into my mouth and suck until she’s crying out my name. “Babe,” I groan, working to keep my voice low. The last thing we need is to wake anyone in the house.

I put my hands on her shoulders as she takes me deep and I try to tug her off. She moans in protest, and a tortured chuckle rumbles in my throat. “If you keep it up, this will be over before it gets started.”

She inches back, and there’s a gleam in her eyes. Well, isn’t she proud of herself, loving that she can turn me inside out in seconds. I stand and pull her up with me, shaping her gorgeous breasts with my hands.

“You are so perfect.”

“I’m not,” she murmurs, and when I lift my head, her eyes latch on mine.

“You are to me.”

Her lashes fall slowly and I lower my head to take a nipple into my mouth. She moans, and around her nipple, I mumble, “Perfect.”

Her hands grip my hair. “You make me feel…perfect,” she admits quietly, and it tugs at something inside me. One working brain cell takes me back to a previous conversation. Her ex made her feel special, only to tear her heart from her chest. Goddammit, she is special, and I plan to spend the rest of this weekend proving it to her.

I pull back and her nipple pops from my mouth. I cup both breasts with my hands and lightly rub her nipples with my thumbs. “Perfect in my mouth, and perfect in my hands…” She arches into my touch. “You know what else is perfect?”

“What?” she asks, her eyes fifty percent closed, and one hundred percent full of need.

I slide one hand down her body, and center it between her legs. “This is perfect.” I rub her sex through her pants. “Perfect for my mouth.” She makes a little gasping noise. “Perfect for my fingers.” Sexy little needy noises that tease my aching dick crawl out of her throat. “And absolutely perfect for my hard cock.”

“Show me,” she manages to get out as her body weakens, and I chuckle as I scoop her up and set her on the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge. My mouth waters for a taste of her as I slide her pants off, followed by her panties. Once I have her bare, exactly how I want her, I spread her legs and bury my mouth in her sweet, hot center.

“Yes,” she cries out and I glance up at her as she clamps her hand over her mouth. I laugh lightly.

“This room is soundproofed. I think you’re okay.”

I put her feet on the edge of the bed, and her thighs tighten around my head as I go back to pleasuring and tasting. Fuck, man, I could stay here for the rest of the night, but my cock has other ideas, and I think Gina would like that too, but first, as promised.

I slide one thick finger into her. “Look at that, babe. So perfect.”

“Yes, so perfect,” she moans, moving her hips back and forth as I hold my hand still so she can fuck me. With each downward thrust, I brush my thumb over her swollen clit, giving her everything she needs to come.

“That’s it. Take what you need from me, babe.”

She begins to pant, and I slowly slide a second finger in and out and her mouth opens as she grows snug around me. I begin to match her movements, pushing as she rises and pulling back when she falls. As we create the perfect rhythm, her muscles clench tight, and her body bursts around my fingers.

“Fuck, yes, so perfect.”

“Ash, oh yes, Ash.” Her muscles continue to spasm, and I inch back a bit, keeping my fingers inside her as I take my aching dick into my palm. I stroke myself and glance at my nightstand. Do I have any condoms in there? It’s been such a long fucking time, and I used up the ones I had in my jeans the other day.

The tightness around my fingers lessens, and I slowly inch out of her. I tear into my drawer. “Fuck,” I murmur.

“What’s wrong?”

I run agitated fingers through my hair. “I don’t have any condoms.” Fuck. I wasn’t prepared for a woman in my bed, and not just any woman, this is sweet Gina who I’ve been crazy about for a while now.

“Oh.” She glances down, deep in thought. Her hair veils her face, and I can’t tell what’s going through her mind.

I jerk my thumb toward the door. “I can run out.”

“You can’t go out on these roads, Ash.” She bites her lips and eyes me, and I can tell she wants to say something but isn’t sure how.

“What?”

She plucks at the bedding. “What if we didn’t need to use one?”

“Are you on the pill?” As soon as the question leaves my lips, I remember the conversation where she told me she got pregnant when on the pill. She must read the panic on my face, and know exactly where my thoughts have gone, because she’s suddenly jackknifing up. But I can’t take the chance on her getting pregnant again. What would having a baby do to my life? Mess it up completely. Right? Especially when I’m supposed to be working on my reputation. Knocking up a single mom, yeah, that’s going to clean it up big time.

“I…I can’t have…”

She swallows. “I don’t want that either, Ash.” She puts her hand on my arm. “I’m not on the pill. It didn’t work for me last time. I’m on Nexplanon. It’s one of the best methods out there, except for abstinence.” She glances at my still hard cock. “I don’t think that’s on the table tonight.”

On the table.

Great, now I’m getting harder.

“Nor do I want it to be,” she continues. “Nexplanon is even more effective than a condom. There’s just something else we need to talk about.”

“Trust—”

“Right, you’re right,” she blurts out quickly before I can finish. She looks away, but not before I see the pain in her eyes. “I totally get it, Ash. Why on earth would you trust me when?—”

“Gina.” I put my hands on her shoulders as she tries to slip past me. “Babe, what I was about to say is, trust me, I’m clean. I always use a condom, and I was tested after breaking up with my ex.”

“Oh, okay.” Her features soften and she settles back on the bed.

I look deep into her eyes as they narrow in on me. “Do you trust me?” Since I’ve met her I haven’t given her any reason not to, but if she’s looking at my track record and the things said about me, that could skew her views.

She nods. “I do.”

My chest loosens, and believe me, I know that’s not easy for her and I don’t take that trust lightly.

“What about me?” The worry in her eyes fucks me over.

“I know you weren’t trying to trap him, babe.” In our profession, we see women trying to trap men all the time. I would never think that about her, and it bothers me a little that she saw me as that kind of cynical guy. Then again, I do have trust issues after Liza.

Her eyes glisten as she blinks dark lashes over them. “Does that mean you do?—”

I kiss her lips, smothering her words as I gently push her to the bed, and fall over her. I spread her legs and answer her question by pushing deep inside her. I groan as she squeezes around me.

“Babe,” I murmur as pleasure rockets through me.

She runs her nails along my back, her eyes conveying that this is as good for her as it is for me. I can’t believe I’m inside her without a condom. Who knew skin on skin would be so fucking incredible? I revel in the warmth of her body, and she’s so wet with arousal, it’s amazing how easily I slick in and out of her.

Her hands slide to my butt, and she squeezes. Pleasure engulfs my entire groin area. We rock together, and I fuck her a few more times, only to pull all the way out when her groan curls around me.

“Ash, no,” she moans in protest. I pull her up, and reposition on the bed, putting my back against the headboard.

“Come here, babe.” I drag her to me and she spreads her legs to straddle me. “I want you just like this.”

I put my hands on her hips and lift her, slowly guiding her down onto my steel hard cock. Her eyes roll back in her head as I fill her and I lean forward to take her nipple into my mouth.

“Ash, yes.”

“So perfect, just like this.” I hold onto her hips, not wanting her to have to do all the work with her legs, and control her movements and the depth of my penetration.

“Yes, perfect,” she agrees as her head rolls to the side, exposing the long column of her throat. I lift her, and bring her back down and move her body, rotating her hot pussy on my cock. Jesus, she’s so tight and wet, and squeezing my dick just right.

I try to slow the pace, to draw this out, because come tomorrow, she’ll be working, and I’ll be with the kids and our friends will all be coming home, and I won’t be able to fuck her like this ever again. I don’t think.

Or maybe we can, as long as it’s in secret.

Maybe, if I make this so incredibly good for her, she’ll want more. But what will that do to me in the long run? A guy could get used to being with a woman like her. Except I need to protect myself from being tossed away when she’s done, and my coach will hand me my ass if anyone gets wind of this hook-up when I’m supposed to be cleaning up my image.

The best thing I can do is end this tonight.

“Gina,” I begin as her body begins to quake and my brain is seconds from completely shutting down.

“Hmm.”

I change my pace, lifting her and pulling her down a little harder to grind her clit against my pelvis. “Friends with benefits, for the weekend? This whole thing is a secret. Those were the rules we agreed on, right?” I grunt as she squeezes around me.

Her voice is labored and breathless when she answers, “Yes.”

Stick to it, Ash. Nothing good can come from extending this relationship.

“I’m thinking friends with benefits, exclusive for the month. Still a secret.”

Fuck.