them. He squeezed my left nipple, making me squeal from the ache.
His hips moving slow and steadily, the pain and the pleasure made me feel light in the head, but I pushed through.
“You fantasize…” I panted. “…about dogs...Spence?”
For a second, his thrusts and rub game lost sequence. Then he grounded out, “I was a miserable son-of-a-bitch the first day I did that. I lashed out at you.” The pleasure grew deep in my belly. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry for that, Nabby-girl.” The moan in his voice tipped me over.
I came hard, rocking my hips toward him, slamming into pain. But this pain was different. This pain…I liked. A lot. My head spun as his hands whipped to each side of me, and I bit my lip with a force that could pierce it.
“Almost in there, baby,” he whispered, eyes heavy.
As I came down from the second orgasm, I felt fuller. The ache deeper. Why did I like this pain? Why did I feel I needed to be angry to endure it? Why did it annoy me that he was holding back on what we knew would happen?
I panted, “I’ve fantasized about you.” I swallowed thickly. “This.”
His eyes lit with excitement, lips broke apart. “When?” He stroked his hips.
I thought I’d never share this with anyone, much less him. Licking my lips, I answered, “When I saw you kissing her at the pizzeria.” It was more than that time, but I’d given him enough.
“You like watching, Nabby-girl?”
I didn’t understand his question. I liked watching him. In some twisted way, I fantasized about being Aivery—but being me. I guessed it was my way of wishing I could be that close to him. This close.
Ashton thumbing me had my eyes burst wide. I was still so sensitive there.
“The second time was one night in one of your training sessions,” he groaned, going deeper inside of me. “You knocked the Latesha chick out, and demanded they give you Reggie Laws to spar with.” Oh, shit! He was there. I wasn’t crazy. Someone had called his name that night. “You’re so strong, dominating. I wanted to see how tamed you’d be with my dick inside of you.”
His confidence—in his thoughts and ability to share them with me—made my titties tingle. I could feel myself softening around him. But it wasn’t enough. Ashton still wasn’t all the way inside me. That shit frustrated me.
“Ashton!” I wheezed.
“Yeah.”
“I’m not Aivery.”
His hips stopped. Hands, too. Ashton blinked, eyes coming out of their lazy tightness. “What was that?”
I swallowed, shaking the irritation hazing my brain. “Just do it. I’m not fragile, girlie. I’m not going to break. Just get all the way in.”
“You’re tight as hell. I’m trying not to hurt you more than what’s…natural.” One of his eyebrows higher than the other.
“I’ve never heard of anyone dying, losing their virginity.” My face was tight. “You?”
“I’m not trying to traumatize you, Tori.”
“You can’t. You’re not capable of hurting me even if you tried to. Like ever.” Frustration brewed in my belly. “You’re a big guy—everywhere! Just do it. Do it like you claim you wanted to, to the girl who’d just knocked a bitch out. I want this. I want you to do this. You asked and gave me a gazillion outs. Let’s get it done!”
Ashton looked at me like I had two damn heads. For seconds long, he didn’t say anything, just studied my face. Then his nostrils widened. He was upset. I didn’t want him mad, I wanted him to be the same bully I met in August. I needed that same energy from him between my legs.
“Just do it—” Before he could finish the stupid question, I grabbed his face and pulled him down to me for a kiss.
My lips and tongue worked so hard and angrily, I knew I wasn’t doing it right, but I didn’t care. It felt right. Ashton’s hips moved again. He dipped and the ache awakened again. Then he drove long and swiftly. A flash of fire split me into two. The pain was so bad, white light spots flashed behind my eyelids. I felt pressure deep inside places I didn’t know existed. The shit was worse than period cramps. But I wouldn’t tell him to stop. Besides, in no time, Ashton had a rhythm going. His body curled over mine, hands planted over my head, and chest and abs all moving with each dive. The cords in his neck and the veins on his forehead thickened to lines.