All Fired Up

Ash just shook his head. ‘Trust me. He sticks them in a scrapbook and shows about as much interest in them as you would in a stamp collection. If there’s something that does it for Spook, I dunno what it is, because he’s keeping really quiet about it.’

Given they were best mates, that statement ought to have been more convincing. Except she knew what blokes were like. ‘Ever asked him why he doesn’t?’

‘Why would I?’

Whether that was the truth or not, it was certainly the answer she expected. Ash did avoid anything that smacked of emotional depth. Or he had until he’d met her. Occasionally she managed to lever open little trapdoors in his mind, and, in all fairness, he was at least as willing to talk about his past as she was hers.

‘So, now we’ve gatecrashed Spook’s place, what happens?’

‘No idea.’ Ash faked a yawn and stretch that caused his T-shirt to rise, giving her a beautiful glimpse of his abs and the little snake tattoo that slithered across them. ‘Any thoughts?’

Plenty, given she was also eye level with the very glorious and pronounced bulge in his jeans. ‘You. Here,’ she demanded, pointing to the spot right in front of her.

‘Right here?’

As soon as Ash was standing there, she wrapped her arms around his body, then flopped backwards onto the sofa, tugging him with her.

The springs groaned in complaint as they landed on the buttery soft leather. Ash sought her mouth, possessed her with his tongue and kisses, making her a little drunk from the lack of air and the whoosh of emotions he provoked. She was sure the curl of his tongue shouldn’t make her so giddy, but it did. Every time, it did.

‘And now you’ve got me here, what do you envisage happening?’

‘Bad things,’ she murmured, still grazing his lips with hers. ‘Real bad things.’ She slid her hands down his back, to his butt and gave his cheeks a squeeze that made him jump. Something else jumped too, and made a hummock against her thigh. ‘Hm, I think someone is a teeny bit turned on.’

‘Is it you?’ he asked, his eyes all wide and innocent. ‘Because you’re awful wriggly, and you’re making a whole lot of cute little groans.’

She was not! OK, maybe she was making a few, but that’s what he did to her. He kissed her and she turned into a desperate, horny mess, and that was without taking into consideration what he did to her emotions. She’d been so sure before she met him that she was done with serious relationships. He’d changed that with one night of saucy fun. She couldn’t think about him without her heart getting squishy, and a rush of air leaving her lungs like she was about to expire.

‘I was thinking it might be you, given what you’re sporting down here.’ She slid one hand between them and ran it down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. Ash hissed sharply when she touched him, and his eyelids snapped closed.

She stroked him, watching pleasure rise through his expression, and then his jaw lock tight when it all got a little too pleasant.

For someone who’d apparently spent years fucking like crazy and failing to come, he was awful sensitive sometimes. ‘How about I give you a little breathing space?’

It only took a few seconds to unbuckle his belt and release his fly. Then he was hot and hard in her hand.

Ash made a noise in the back of his throat as her fingers lightly brushed his skin. Ginny traced the outline of his cock. He was eager all right. All worked up and ready for her. His cock lying flat against his stomach. When she’d laid down, she’d meant to have him come right inside of her, go in deep and fuck her into oblivion or until the sofa collapsed, one of the two. Now they were here and his cock was right there in front of her, she couldn’t resist touching him. Her fingers danced over his skin. She still found it hard to believe he was real. Not because she was starstruck or any of that nonsense, just because he was perfect for her. Sensitive and kind, and loyal, though she realised that only those closest to him had any inkling about that. He was supposed to be this wild man of metal, an arrogant, posturing fiend, but he was a pussycat, really. And all those women – it wasn’t about machismo or proving himself. He just wanted someone to care enough to make him feel good.

She touched his cock and felt him jerk in response, his sensitivity turned ultra-high. The shiver reached as far as his arms, which he locked tight to support himself over her.

‘Wanna come all over me?’ she asked.

He made a goldfish face in response, like he could barely comprehend what she was saying.

‘I want to see you come, and then I want to suck you until you’re hard again so you can bend me over this here sofa and do me like the world’s about to end.’

She made a fist around his shaft and pumped him slowly until he was weeping his arousal onto her fingertips.

‘Ginny,’ he sighed, as her thumb stroked over his glans. ‘Why?’

‘I like watching you. I like seeing the expressions on your face when you come. I can’t appreciate them in the same way when you’re doing things to me. I guess it’s kind of like watching you play your guitar, only better, because nobody else gets to see.’

He gave her a shy smile, one that lit up his pretty blue eyes. ‘I like doing things to you too. I like the sounds you make, all those squeaky little groans in the back of your throat.’

‘Mm, hm,’ she replied, while kissing him in a place that made him make exactly those sorts of noises. ‘And what else do you like?’ She wriggled further down the sofa, so that she was beneath him, her head level with his hips.

‘That you’re not shy and that you’re totally willing to lead.’

‘Like it when I boss you about, do you?’

‘No. I like it that you care enough to care what I’m feeling.’ He gave another gulp as she took him in her mouth. ‘You make this feel so good.’ His head drooped forward so that his brow rested on the sofa arm. ‘So, so, good. Oh, fuck!’

Making him feel good was certainly her plan. Frankly she couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to make him feel good.

‘Most girls just don’t do this like you do.’

That’s right, she thought. For some reason none of them had ever thought to make sure he was happy while they were having their vacant little minds blown by his awesome licking skills. Though she was kind of grateful for that too, because otherwise how would they have ever met and made this connection?

‘This is an innate talent of yours, right? Because I can’t stand the thought of you having practised.’

She batted his thigh. ‘Rest assured that anyone I’ve been down on in the past was just the warm-up for you. Relax, Ash. Stop thinking and just feel. You’ve nothing to worry about. I’m utterly yours.’

‘You’re not tempted by Xane, or Iain?’

‘Xane’s dating my friend. That makes him an automatic no-no, and Iain, I’m sorry to say, is just way too slimy.’

She thought she sensed him smile at her response.

‘You’re the only one, Ash … Well, OK, I might not say no to Spook if he ever renounces his abstinence vow.’

Immediately, his muscles tensed.

‘Joke,’ she said, smacking his thigh. ‘I wouldn’t, even if he came in now and danced around naked, begging me to do him. Trust me.’

‘Yeah,’ he sighed, relaxing. ‘But I bet you’d watch.’

‘So would you. You’d be too shocked to do otherwise.’

‘Yes, but I wouldn’t be admiring his dick.’

‘Nope,’ she said, giving his another lick, ‘you’d be comparing. I know you too well, Ash Gore. You’re always comparing, and you really don’t need to. Now stop talking and let me do this.’

She sucked him deep, and let him fill her mouth, allowing him to set the pace rather than attempting to spur him towards the finishing line. She knew that only made him less likely to get there. Ash was wired for stamina, not speed. He could be painfully aroused and still not come if his head wasn’t in the right place. A couple of people in his past had done a real number on him. If she ever got the chance, she was going to give them a right piece of her mind.

Only when the taste of him grew thick on her tongue, and his sweet little groans had turned into one long quivering moan, did she release him from her mouth. ‘Roll over,’ she insisted, crawling out from beneath him to give him space to lie on his back stretched out. His jeans lay scrunched around his thighs. Immediately, her hands went to his rigid cock – actually, one to his cock and the other to the line of his snake tattoo on his lower abs. She’d been serious about wanting to watch him come.

‘Know what I’d like? A picture of you sprawled out just like this for my bedroom wall. Do you think Spook would be pissed if I borrowed his camera?’

‘Don’t,’ Ash wheezed, his eyes coming open in alarm. ‘It’d get out.’