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“I think this is the dumbest thing we’ve ever done.”
Cole takes in the bedroom as Ashe draws the curtains wide open; it was always off-limits whenever he was here. Even though he has been in this house countless times before, the door to this room was always locked.
Until today, that is.
The room is ridiculously big, he’s sure their entire clubhouse is smaller than this. A large bed, larger than he’s ever seen, is against one long wall; it has to be custom-made. The frame looks like one of those old Victorian-style antiques, the headboard is at least five feet high and padded. There are at least twenty pillows at the head of the bed in various sizes in white and gold silk, which complement the silken royal blue duvet.
Before he can take in the rest of the room, Ashe closes the distance between them and cups his erection. Her eyes darken with desire as a sly smirk spreads on her lips.
“You say it's the dumbest thing we've done," Ashe murmurs, dragging the heel of her palm down his shaft slowly, "but this says otherwise.” She wraps an arm around his neck and pulls him down onto the bed. They sink into the unfamiliar mattress and Cole lifts himself up on his hands, fingers rubbing against the silken duvet cover.
“Only one thing I know of that’s softer than this,” he murmurs. He gives her a peck on the lips before standing at the foot of the bed. Laying his hands on her knees, he drags them up her thighs, all the way up to the button on her jeans.
She lifts herself up onto her elbows and draws in a slow breath as he pops the button open and pulls down the fly. He tugs her jeans down, over the swell of her ass, down her legs, dropping them by his feet. He eyes her hungrily in her tiny red thong, then sinks to his knees, fingers and thumbs stroking her soft inner thighs.
“Here,” he breathes, giving one side a kiss, then the other. He draws in a breath, her smell is already deliciously strong, and his mouth waters. Exhaling slow and stuttered, he leans in closer still, pressing his lips to her covered pussy. She quivers, her fingernails drag against the duvet and with it, a horrid ripping sound which sounds like she’s tearing it to shreds.
He lifts his head to level her a seductive smirk and she stares back at him, gaze burning into his, piercing his soul as he slowly rubs a thumb against her pussy. The duvet is very much still intact, much to his slight dismay, but soon enough it won’t be.
Eyeing Ashe spread out on the bed, he never did think he’d see the inside of this house again. It started with a discussion: where’s the grossest place we could fuck? They’ve fucked in some out-there places—on her bike, in the barn, under the perpetually flickering fluorescent light in the bathroom at Cutthroat Trouts, in one of the diner booths, in the truck, pulled over on the side of the road. Her parent's bedroom was meant to be a joke but she took it and ran with it. Literally. She grabbed his hand, revealed that her parents are out of town, told the rest of the clubhouse they were headed out to scope a potential hit site and left in the middle of the goddamn day for some afternoon fun.
She said that she wanted a way to get back at her parents for the years of shit they put her through. To do something that wouldn’t put a target on her back.
Something innocuous yet filthy.
And it doesn’t get any more fucking filthy than this.
As he begins to feel her juices starting to soak through her underwear, he leans in again, gives her covered lips another kiss and breathes in deep, taking in her sweet scent, letting it wash over him, envelop him. Wetting his lips as molten heat bubbles in his core, he hooks his finger in the crotch of her underwear and pulls it aside to get a look at her glistening cunt.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes, teasing her clit with his thumb, and she sighs softly. Eyeing her labia, he sweeps his thumb between them, using her slick to massage the hardened bud again. He keeps his eyes on her, as his heart swells; he’s not sure that he’s ever felt this in love with her. She’s beautiful; the early sunset light filtering through the sheer curtains frames her face perfectly, and the smile on her lips is soft, softer than he’s ever seen. Her pale skin and long, wavy, snowy white hair contrast against the duvet. He doesn’t think she’s ever been more stunning than now, at this moment.
Drawing in a shuddered breath, he pushes his index finger between her soaked folds and inside her, penetrating slowly, languidly, as he continues thumbing at her clit. She moans, a quiet little thing as she lays flat on the bed, playing with her tits through her tank top. She’s not wearing a bra today and her nipples pebble her shirt deliciously.
“Wait,” she murmurs, sitting up. He stops penetrating as she lifts the tank top over her head, dropping it beside her. He eyes her perky nipples and pink areolas, watches how she roughly tugs at them, rolls them between her fingers, and he can’t help but palm himself through his jeans, just a quick little play to take the edge off.
Tearing his hand away as it starts to feel really good, he reaches for her underwear, pulling them down and dropping them with her jeans. He curls his hands around her thighs, gaze locked onto her as he presses a kiss to her cunt. Her eyes go wide when he cautiously licks against her, and they flutter closed when he sucks on her hardened bud.
Every part of him relaxes the moment he swallows down her juices, except the one niggling part of him that tells him they’ll be in so much trouble if they’re found out. Being here isn’t without its risks—the last time they thought they were safe in this house her parents arrived home early from a business trip and busted her at her eighteenth birthday party. As much as he tries to focus on her, the thought of her parents arriving home early is ever present in his mind, and all he can think about is the twisted rage on her father’s face if he were to walk in right now, see how he is defiling his daughter with his mouth.
The mere thought sends a shiver cascading down his spine, settling heavily in his gut.
He grips her thighs tighter, shoving his tongue inside her as far as he can get it, licking her walls. She moans, back arching off the bed as her hand settles on top of his head, fingers threading through his hair. Her hips buck and he works with her, using tongue and lips to unravel her. As her moans grow louder, he lays her legs over his shoulders and reaches for her tits, playing with them, massaging them in her hand and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Cole,” she moans, hips lifting off the bed and hiccupping against his face. “God, I’m coming.”
Cole opens his mouth wide and tonguefucks her, feeling her internal contractions. His dick twitches in his jeans, restless and relentless, begging for action, and he rolls his hips against the bed, getting off on the friction. He cannot wait to make this bed as filthy as fuck.
When she settles down with a blissed-out little sigh, he kisses her hip, then pulls himself up, lying on top of her to meet her in a bruising kiss. She cups his face, fingers dragging down his cheeks as she eagerly licks his lips then rolls her tongue in his mouth, desperate for her taste. He grinds against her, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass, encouraging him to go harder, faster. He gives her as much as he can without letting his belt buckle scratch against her bare skin, but all it does is leave him at an odd angle that is in no way enjoyable.
Added to that is the fact that if he doesn’t take his jeans off right now his dick is likely to rip a hole through them. Molten heat pools in his core at the thought of being moments away from being engulfed in her wet heat, and he groans against her lips.
“Lemme just…” He pulls away from her, standing at the foot of the bed. He takes his gun belt off first, places it on the bed within reach, then his other belt—
“Slower,” Ashe says seductively. When he eyes her, now sitting on the mountain of pillows, she winks at him as she traces a finger along her lower lip. “Give me a show.”
Cole smirks, he unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the belt loops in a quick and smooth motion. He drops it onto the floor, then rolls his hips like he’s fucking her from behind as he shrugs out of his vest. Keeping it within reach on the bed too, he lifts his t-shirt, just enough to show off his abs, dragging his hand against skin before lowering it again.
Keeping his eyes on Ashe, he moves his hand down lower, over his crotch, against his erection pressed against his left thigh. With two fingers on either side of his shaft, he highlights it, then thumbs over his slit until pre soaks through his jeans.
“Christ,” she murmurs, voice shuddering as she spreads her legs, rubbing her clit in slow circles.
Cole draws in a slow, ragged breath; Ashe is always at her most gorgeous like this—too horny to wait for him so she gets herself started. And here of all places. This will definitely be a moment worth remembering.
He drags his hands up his shirt and onto his pecs, giving them a squeeze, then thumbs over his hardened nipples, sucking in a breath through his teeth as it sends a shiver cascading down his spine; they’re sensitive as fuck right now.
As a slow, sly smirk spreads on Ashe’s lips, she flicks a finger upwards and he complies, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it to her. She grabs it, brings it up to her face and breathes in deep, humming as her eyes flutter closed.
In that brief moment, he grabs his vest from the bed and slides it on. By the time her eyes open again, he’s got his thumbs hooked into his jeans as he imagines fucking her, this time with her legs hanging over his shoulders and her knees pressed to her chest.
She drops the shirt beside her, those fingers working her clit dip lower, disappearing inside her. As her lower lip ends up between her teeth, her gaze drops, focusing on his crotch.
He fucking loves that she demanded he go slow, only for her to beg him to go faster.
Keeping his eyes on her, he pops the button on his jeans, then slowly lowers the fly. He pulls them open, just enough to reveal his trimmed pubes and the base of his dick. He hums as a little bit of the pressure is released, but all his cock does is throb harder than before.
Turning around, he hooks his thumbs into the jeans and pushes them down, showing off his ass. He gives her a little wiggle, glances over his shoulder, eyes her grin, and when their gazes lock he winks. Before he turns back around, he pulls them back up. She’s not going to get his dick that easy.
Her eyes burn with arousal and a little spite if he were to guess, which just makes her hotter. Slowly, casually yet deliberately, she cups a tit and plays with her nipple, pinching it, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, giving it a hard tug. She moans; it’s over the top but the damage is done as he licks his lips, autonomous. All he wants right fucking now is to suck on it so hard she screams.
He drags his hands down his thighs, over his erection, then back up as he makes his way to the top of his jeans. He pushes them down slowly, watching her eyes widen, her lips part as he reveals all six inches of his dick as slow as the unfiltered arousal coursing through his veins will allow.
When his dick springs free, she bites on her lower lip, teeth dragging against it seductively. He drops his jeans and steps out of them, kicking them out of the way as he wraps his hand around himself, allowing a few quick tugs. She hums as she pulls her fingers out of her cunt, glistening with her juices as she rubs her clit once more.
He drags his thumb along his shaft from base to tip, it twitches under his teasing. As he goes back down, a drip of pre pools at his slit. Turning side-on to Ashe, he gives his cock a little bounce and it drips onto the carpet below.
“Fuck,” she mutters, pulling herself up to sit on her knees. With her eyes on him, she blindly reaches for one of the pillows and shoves it between her legs and grinds against it.
Cole's breath hitches in his throat, watching her grip it tight, forcefully thrusting against it as her head tips back, showing off the gorgeous column of her throat. He doesn’t think she’s ever been hotter than she is, right fucking now.
Holding himself at the base of his dick, pushing against his pelvis to make himself look even bigger, he bounces his cock. She moans, quick and desperate, sending a pulse of pleasure zipping up his spine.
“Get the fuck over here,” she orders, the frown deepening between her brows.
He climbs onto the bed, walks over to her on his knees and offers his dick. She’s on him straight away, hand around the base of his dick and lips around his crown. His eyes flutter closed, his hand rests on top of her head; her mouth is fucking heaven.
She moans, muffled, and he opens his eyes to see she’s humping the pillow harder, faster. He picks up her hair, holding it in his fist on the base of her skull as she takes him deeper and deeper until he can feel the tightness of her throat and her nose presses against his pelvis.
“Ashe,” he breathes, voice shuddering. She holds still for a moment then slowly, slowly, she pulls back, and he watches in awe as the true weight of all of him being down her throat settles on him.
As she bobs up and down again, he can’t help but imagine her parents walking through that door again. Their eyes falling on them, their daughter with her mouth stuffed with his dick.
They might just drop dead from a coronary.
“Fuck,” he mutters as she pulls off him, applying a fuckton of suction. She wraps her hand around his shaft, uses her spit as lube as she tugs and smiles sweetly at him.
Then she swipes his cockhead against her lower lip.
Goddamn. She looks so innocent but she’s the devil.
She stands up on her knees, then, and pulls the pillow up, eyeing her slick staining it. He takes it from her, brings it up to his face and breathes in deep; her smell is so fucking strong it almost makes him lightheaded.
She turns around, her back presses to his chest as she lines his dick at her entrance. He drops the pillow and keeps it juice-side face up to leer at it as he sits on his legs. His cock swipes against her soaked entrance and she guides him in, lips pressing against her shoulder as he’s engulfed in her tight wet heat.
She sits in his lap for a long moment, chest heaving, head resting against his shoulder. He cups her tits, two perfect handfuls as he feels their weight in his hand and gently pinches her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Cass,” she murmurs, barely a whisper. She cups the back of his head as she slowly rides him.
“Ashe,” he replies, just as quiet against her skin. He kisses the spot between her neck and shoulder, drags his teeth against it and bites down a little, earning him a moan. That singular noise, the loudness of it, the desperateness for him is like a switch being flipped. The floodgates are opened and the pressure in his core rushes to critical mass.
Right now, he’s a rocket ready to go off.
He pinches her nipples harder and she takes his hair in a handful and yanks his head back. It doesn’t stop him, he gives them a hard twist, just the way she likes, and her hips come to a stuttering halt with a bed-shaking scream.
“Fuck me,” she orders, letting go of his hair and falling onto her hands. “Fuck me like you fucking mean it!.”
Cole grips her hips tight and gives her exactly what she wants. He fucking loves it when she begs for his dick and he can only comply; he’s a slave to her love.
“Ashe,” he moans as he feels himself teetering over the edge.
“Harder!”
He crashes his hips into hers, skin slaps against skin again and again and again until he’s moaning her name like a prayer. She tightens around him and she screams in pleasure as his orgasm hits him so fucking hard stars burst in his vision.
She falls flat on the bed and he falls with her, keeping his weight on his elbows as he lies on top of her, grinding through their orgasms and into their shared afterglow. She turns her head and he meets her in a sensual kiss, slow and tender and perfect.
Long after the moment has passed, when there’s nothing but silence in this old, empty house, he pulls out of her. He sits on his knees as she rolls onto her back and lies in front of him, knees raised, showing off her gorgeous cunt. She gives him the filthiest smirk he’s ever seen on her lips, she winks at him—
And she fucking creampies. Come drips down her asshole and onto the duvet, soaking into the fabric.
“God fucking damn—” He falls onto the bed, holds onto her thighs tight as he licks up the drip from the bed, over her asshole, and into her gaping cunt.
“Cole,” she moans, grabbing a handful of his hair. Her hips jerk back but he holds her there, tighter. “I’m so sensitive,” she says with a full body quiver that makes her voice shake and her thighs close tightly around his head. It’s not an invitation to stop, though, so he keeps going, licking up their combined orgasms, tonguing over her clit until he’s hard again and dry humping the bed. This time, when she tugs his hair, he lets her yank his face away from her.
He climbs her like he’s climbing a fucking tree, lining himself at her entrance and pushing in once more. He groans, a shiver wracks his body; she’s not the only one who's sensitive as fuck.
Her legs wrap around his waist tightly, but he doesn’t encourage him to go faster this time. Right now, as he looks down at her, at her heavy-lidded eyes sparkling brightly and the blush tinging her cheeks, her parted lips, there’s a different energy. Before they were fucking for the sake of it because they could. Now… Now it feels more personal. Sentimental.
He doesn’t pick up his speed but he throws more force behind his thrusts. Neither of them makes any noise; no moans, no begging; there isn’t a sound other than the rustling of fabric and their huffed breaths.
Feeling himself building up to another orgasm, Cole cups her face, leans in and kisses her. He savours the slow slide of her tongue against his, her long exhales through her nose against his lips. They’re in that feral horny stage of their relationship; what they have is new, only a couple of months old so they’re driven by nothing but lust.
Now it feels different. It’s driven by love. He loves Ashe. He’s in love with Ashe. She knows this, of course, and he knew their relationship would evolve into this phase but he didn’t think it would happen this soon, or right now, in this very room.
He’ll go to the ends of the earth for her. Do whatever she wants. Whatever she asks.
“Ashe,” he whispers, breaking the silence. He presses his forehead against hers and wraps an arm around her shoulders, holding her tight. She cups his face, little whimpers turning into breathy moans.
“Cole.” Her hands drop, curling around his biceps as she tightens around him, hips stuttering against his. He embraces his high, the pressure in his core, eyes fluttering closed as he spills into her once more.
He comes to a grinding halt, meeting her in an impossibly soft kiss. They stay like that, joined as one for what seems like an eternity, and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.
She kisses the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, and he pulls up and looks at her, at the softness in her eyes, the blissed-out smile on her lips.
She is his world. His everything.
Wordlessly, he pulls out of her. His eyes drop to the fresh stain beneath her, the come from their first time already starting to dry, the long dick-shaped stain that would be from him diving onto the bed to lick her clean while still covered in her juices. He looks at the pillow she was riding, her slick already crusty and white.
They wanted to make a mess and a mess they most definitely have made.
“Shit,” Ashe murmurs, looking at all the stains. She meets his gaze and grins, just fucking beams from ear to ear. “Oh well.” She shimmies her way to the foot of the bed, climbing off and holding onto it for balance. “Oof, can feel that in my knees,” she says, reaching for her underwear.
“You gonna be able to ride home?” he says in jest, picking his jeans from the floor and sliding them on.
“Yeah, easy,” she replies with a wink, pulling her jeans up. She reaches for her tank top and slides it on as he gets his t-shirt on. “Especially if we trash the joint before we leave.”
Cole scoffs a laugh. “More chaos?”
Ashe just shrugs playfully. “Make it look like a break-in. Besides…” she approaches the vanity, reaching for the jewellery box. “There’s a lot of shit in here I’m owed.” She opens it and plucks a rose gold bracelet. “There it is.” She slides it on, a contented smile teasing her lips. “My mother borrowed it and never gave it back. Now it’s mine.”
“Well, I hope you’re planning on taking the rest of it because between the bracelet and the sex stains, it won’t be a hard conclusion to come to that we were the ones here.”
“Let’s call it my owed inheritance,” she says with a wink. Then she approaches him, the jewellery box tucked under her arm, and curls a hand around the back of his neck. “C’mon. If we trash the house quick enough I’ll let you fuck me on the dining table.” Then she leans in, lips ghosting the shell of his ear as she whispers, “In my dad’s spot.”
“Fuck,” Cole says, already feeling himself swelling again. Ashe gives him a kiss on the cheek then pulls back, winking sultrily before she leaves the bedroom.
She’s the fucking devil, he swears to fuck.