All Night Long

‘Are your nipples pierced? I heard that Xane’s were,’ she asked, while she continued to massage him between her breasts.

‘’fraid not.’ He lifted his shirt to show her.

‘What about ink? Do you have any tats anywhere?’

‘Only one.’ He inched his black jeans a fraction further down his hips to show her the forked-tongued snake slithering over his lower abdominals. It was only a couple of inches long. He’d had it done as a cover-up job for a stupid home-made tattoo.

‘Cute. I like it.’ She traced the shape with one fingertip.

‘What about you?’

‘Well,’ she said, taking hold of his hand. ‘I have a piercing. It’s somewhere intimate. And somewhere you might get wet.’

‘No.’ He coughed in disbelief. ‘You have a clit piercing?’

She nodded.

‘Do I get to see it?’ he asked intrigued.

‘Play nice and I might let you touch it.’

Ash sucked his lip. ‘Now you’re just teasing. Say, you know nimble fingers are good for more than just playing guitar, right?’

‘Yeah?’ She sucked two of his digits into her mouth. ‘Are you going to play me, Ashley Gore?’

‘Nah, I’m going to make you wail the way I do my guitar.’ He captured her butt with his free hand and lifted her against him. She hopped up into his arms, completely willing, and wrapped her legs fast around his waist. ‘Know what my very favourite thing is?’

She shook her head.

Ash kissed the sweet spot on the side of her neck before whispering low into her ear, ‘Licking.’ And he wasn’t talking about playing guitar. Yes, he had an oral fetish, as well as a stocking fetish.

‘Yeah,’ she sighed. ‘Are you going to demonstrate?’

Abso-fucking-lutely. He was looking forward to having her come all over his face. ‘Just as soon as you magic your panties off.’

Eyes alight with mischief, she smiled and snapped her fingers. ‘Poof! And they disappear.’

‘No way!’ Ash’s brows shot into his hairline. ‘You’re bare beneath that skirt?

‘Honey, I’m bare wherever you want me to be.’

Naked in his arms for the rest of the night. But first … he lowered her onto the nearby sofa back, and then dropped to his knees before her and pushed her thighs apart, to find her naked as promised. He wondered if she’d come out like that, or slipped her panties off while she’d been hanging around in here waiting for him. Would he find them wedged into a corner of the sofa later – a nice little souvenir to remember her by? Not that he was in the habit of hanging on to ladies’ underwear, or in fact remembering a whole lot about the women he shagged. Sex was just about satisfying an itch, and sliding inside a pretty girl was significantly more fun than jerking himself off. He didn’t get emotionally attached. He didn’t need that kind of baggage, much preferring to remain a free agent, not beholden to anyone else’s expectations, and luckily for him there was always at least one willing girl at each venue – frequently more – ready to show him a good time.

Relationships … ack … He’d tried it once, and couldn’t honestly recommend it. Xane’s current round of melodrama was persuading him never to try it again. Soulmates – no, thank you. Too much hassle. Why expose himself to that sort of heartache, when he could get laid quite happily without burdening himself with all the complications a girlfriend would cause.

Ash kissed his way up her inner thigh to the slit of her pussy. She’d waxed herself almost bare, just a little landing strip to point him in the right direction.

Like he needed such a thing.

And then there was that intimate piercing – a vertical bar through her clitoral hood, with pretty stones in either end that caught the light. ‘Does this thing give you pleasure?’

‘I’m hoping you’re going to do that.’

Damn, he liked this girl.

She actually whistled through her teeth when he touched her clit with his tongue. ‘Ah, yes,’ she crooned. ‘Just there.’ Her fingers clawed against his scalp, pulling a little too hard but he rolled with the discomfort, confident there’d be a reward for his patience on the horizon.

Besides, he reckoned he could probably get her off in under a minute. It wasn’t difficult to make a girl cream on your tongue if you had the knowhow. Ash, with his years of practice, knew how. The key to it was acknowledging that the build-up was just as important as the final action. Hence he soon moved away from her rapidly hardening bud to suck on the gentle curve of her belly. He touched her in all the places she wasn’t absolutely desperate to feel him, building the anticipation up for when he finally came back to her swollen lips, and that interesting piece of body art.

When he did latch on and suckle her clit, she nearly fell right off the sofa back.

Ash grasped her hips tight. Even if she did topple over backwards, he had no intention of letting up. He was flexible, and he never let a few obstacles get in the way. He stayed put even when she writhed against his face, smearing her juices all across his mouth and chin. Actually, she tasted pretty good.

Time to get his fingers sticky. He slid two inside her, scissored them apart, then gave them a little twist. Her breathing sharpened immediately, while her body jerked as though she were trying to crawl out of his arms. ‘Where’d you think you’re going?’ he asked.

‘Heaven?’

Absolutely, if he had any input.

Ash matched his movements to the frantic roll of her hips, while also using the tip of his tongue to tickle the very pink tip of her clit. ‘Oh, God!’ she squeaked. ‘Oh, God!’

Forget warning tremors. She came hard against his face. Ash sucked and fucked her with his fingers until she was fully spent and his entire world consisted of her taste, her smell, her body pressed fast to his.

‘Whoa,’ she gasped, clinging to him in order to maintain her tenuous balance on the sofa back.

Ash resisted the urge to tip her backwards and dive on top of her.

‘Fuck me.’

It took him a second to realise she meant literally.

‘Please. Coming makes me so bloody horny.’ She wriggled, brushing her curves against him.

Ash rose and backed up a step. ‘Climb down and turn around.’

She hopped giddily off the sofa back, swayed a little as her muscles reawakened, and then draped herself over the leather. ‘This good?’

‘Perfect.’ He snuggled up tight against her naked rear, enjoying a bit of skin-on-skin contact. ‘You’re all wet and slippery. Reckon I could slide right in.’ He did so like to pretend. That was the one niggle about not having a steady relationship. Condoms were a necessity. He never went without. Not that he had any issue with them, or considered their presence detracted from the mood, but occasionally he thought it’d be nice to genuinely feel the silky heat of a woman’s pussy without a rubber barrier in the way.

‘Ash, please – you’re killing me here.’

‘Two ticks, sweetheart.’ He fished a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on, while admiring the way her suspenders framed her pert butt to perfection. They also inspired a dirty little fantasy about burying his cock between her lily-white cheeks. It wasn’t often he went for anal, but once in a while, when presented with a particularly nice derrière, he liked to try his luck. ‘Tell me again what it is you wanted.’

He leaned closer, so he could catch her earlobe between his teeth, while he let his cock ride against her pussy lips.

‘I want you inside me.’

‘How exactly? Here?’ He cupped her sex with his hand. ‘Or here?’ He traced one thumb from the outer to the inner cheek of her arse.