Burn (Breathless #3)(56)

She wanted this. She was ready. He just had to make sure he didn’t take things too far. She deserved gentleness. She’d already suffered far too much at the hands of a dominant man. Not that Michael could be called dominant. What he was was an ass**le. An abusive dickhead who got off on controlling the woman in his life.

Not that Ash would be any less controlling, but it was all in the presentation. Josie would absolutely heed Ash’s authority, but he’d give her all the things Michael had never given her. Love. Respect. Tenderness. He’d absolutely cherish her.

He quickly undressed and grabbed the tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer, dropped it on the bed next to Josie’s ass and then smoothed his hands over her behind, cupping and caressing. The marks from the night before were still there. Fading, but still visible, a stark contrast against her pale, soft skin.

His marks. Evidence of his possession. Arousal splintered hard and fierce through his body until his dick swelled, threatening to burst under the exquisite torture.

He slid his fingers through the folds of her pu**y, testing her arousal. She was swollen and wet, more than ready for his entry, but still, he held off, wanting to stroke her to further heights.

She twisted restlessly, pushing back against his probing fingers, clutching greedily at him as he withdrew. He stroked again, going deeper, testing the plush walls of her vagina, seeking the spot where the texture was rougher, slightly different than the rest. He pressed in and she let out a cry. A burst of wetness coated his fingers and he smiled. Yeah, she was ready. And he couldn’t wait to get inside her.

Grasping his dick with one hand, he spread her with the other, positioning himself at the mouth of her pu**y before pushing in, slowly, inch by inch, until they were both vibrating with need.

When he gained his depth and strained against her, his balls flattened between her ass and his thighs, she let out a breathy sigh that he felt all the way to his soul. All the ways to take her swirled in the darkness of his mind. There was something about her that called to that darkness, like she was the one person with whom it would be okay to share that. She wanted it. She could take it. She needed it. Just as he needed it.

He leaned over her, blanketing her with his body as he remained tightly wedged inside her pu**y.

“Tell me something, Josie,” he said in a silky, entreating voice. “Did all the talk of my threesome with Bethany and Jace make you jealous?”

She stiffened and then turned her head, clear puzzlement and discomfort displayed in her expression.

“Ash . . . I don’t understand . . .”

No, she wouldn’t have. It came out all wrong. He cursed his tongue because it hadn’t come out as he’d wanted.

“Just meant, did you picture yourself in that threesome? Is it something you thought about? Is it something that turned you on and you wanted?”

She shook her head, her eyes still perplexed. But there, just a flash. A hint of something in her eyes. He could barely see it because of the way she was turned.

“I think it did turn you on,” he said huskily. “And I already said it wasn’t happening. Did that disappoint you, Josie? Did you imagine what it was like to have two cocks at the same time?”

He reached underneath her to stroke her clit, feeling her body respond to his touch. She tightened around him, her sweet pu**y fluttering and clenching, bearing down on his erection until he was near to exploding.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I imagined what it would feel like.”

“There’s another way,” he said smoothly. “Not quite as good as the real thing, but I can give you that sensation if nothing else. Have no desire to ever share you with another man, darling, but I can give you that experience at least.”

“I don’t understand,” she said in a breathless, excited tone.

“I’ll put in an anal plug. A bigger one so you’re all snug and tight around it. Then I’ll f**k your pu**y with the plug inserted. You’ll have the experience of two cocks inside you without there being another man in the picture.”

“Oh.”

That one word conveyed a whole host of things. Excitement. Arousal. Yeah, she wanted it. And he’d give her that. He might not give her another man—that was never happening—but he could give her that sensation. Having her pu**y and ass stuffed full.

He eased back, lifting his weight off her, withdrawing slowly through engorged, silken tissue. Then he pushed forward again, not ready to leave her tight heat. Not yet. He’d tease her a bit more, get her so worked up that she’d be about out of her mind.

He thrust forward, back and forth, more clinically as he sought to rein in his control. She moaned and twisted restlessly, but he knew she wouldn’t fall over that edge. Not unless his fingers were on her clit. That helped him because it meant she would only orgasm when he was ready for her to.

After a few more thrusts, he looked down, enjoying the sight of his dick sliding from her pu**y, wet with her juices, so snug. So f**king tight. He couldn’t even imagine how much tighter she’d be with that plug in her ass.

He pulled completely out and left her trembling on hands and knees on the bed while he went to retrieve one of the unopened plugs in his closet. His hands shook as he tore open the packaging. Anticipation. Desire, a razor’s edge, boiling in his veins.

When he returned to the bed, Josie’s hands were balled into tight fists, planted in the mattress, and she turned her head to look at him, her eyes widening when she took in the size of the plug.