Now, I knew why and was down. Ashton lifted me in the air, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands squeezed my ass, revving me up even more. When I landed on my back, on the bed, I stopped to breathe. Ashton stood on his knees between my legs, looking down at me with heavy eyes. He removed his mask and watched me some more.
Is this how it is?
When people go so long without having sex, they get wild like this? Or when guys get drafted into the League? Either way, like a madwoman, I was down. Ashton had done this to me. He made me lose my mind.
“I’ve missed you.”
He didn’t respond right away, still staring into my eyes.
“How much?”
My shoulders dropped as I leaned back on my arms. “Too much.” It was a painful realization.
“Enough to trust everything I do to you here?”
I felt my face tighten, confused. “I’ve trusted you more than I’ve trusted anyone in a long ass time.”
“Answer me.”
I blinked. “Yes.” I swallowed unexpectedly, nervous out my mind. “I trust you with everything.”
He pulled my panties down over my high heel shoes while keeping his eye on me.
A soft snort pushed from his chest. “Yeah.” He pulled my legs apart. “Because I have this deep connection with—never mind.”
Ashton dipped between my legs, mouth on me. I caught the sight of his tongue expanding then licking right up my slit. Ashton’s broad back was cut up, each muscle outlined. Instantly, my head fell back over my shoulders. His tongue dove inside, penetrating me fast, then slow. When he went fast again, I thought to tell him to skip to real sex; I wanted him so bad. I now knew orgasms, how there were different types and not created equally. I’d been craving one from the thickness between his legs. With him teasing me this way, with his tongue plunging into my sex, I was close to asking.
My arms gave out and I was on my back. The warming of my belly told me I was about to come. Then the door opened and slowly, a woman wearing nothing but heels, panties, and an orange garter belt stepped into the room, carrying a tray topped with a drink. Just as my orgasm began, I tried closing my legs, hitting Ashton on the side of his face with one of my thighs. His big hands pulled my knees apart then stretched my legs straight in the air above his head. Then he held me there with one hand, taking two fingers and fucking me while his tongue flickered my clit. The woman stood there unhurried, dropped her head to the side and licked her finger at the same pace as Ashton.
Within seconds—faster than my mind could communicate to my body—I began to shudder. I was coming, and hard. My senses heightened in every inch of me. Suddenly, the woman’s presence wasn’t unwelcomed. I wanted her to see me. Just like for some time now, I wanted to be watched while Ashton drove my body wild, fucking or eating me.
But only by one person.
Aivery Cooper.
As a violent orgasm washed over me while this stranger watched, once again, it was clear to me that I’d lost my mind.
I lifted from her dripping pussy, swallowing and licking my lips of the excitement and cum she melted on my face. Tori didn’t bolt out of here like a bat out of hell. That was good. So far, my plan was working. Amanza strutted over, handing me the rum and Coke. Her eyes went from my bulging dick in my boxers to Tori, whose muscles around her eyes were still lazy, still reeling from an orgasm.
I offered Tori a sip. Still delirious and, likely, confused as hell, she took a sip without taking her eyes from Amanza. It was strange, I knew. I ordered her for tonight, being strategic in my decision. I had no idea of her ethnicity and could only guess her race, too, but she was thin. Too thin for my liking. That was okay, as attraction wasn’t mandatory for her. I already had physical motivation in the room.
I took a long gulp from the cocktail, eyes still on Tori. Then I gestured for her hand and pulled her from the bed.
“Have a seat here, Nabby-girl.” I placed the drink down on a nearby table. “One of the best sexual experiences happens when restrained. It removes your control and heightens