Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (24 page)

“Not yet, Ash,” I whisper, emphasizing his name in a deep, long huff of air. He sighs roughly and rests his head up against the wall and his back propped up on pillows. It gives me just the right angle to place my head between his legs and mimic the same move with the underside of his cock. I watch as his toes curl and his legs stiffen against my breath. He hates not being in control.

When I know he’s had just about enough, I give him a taste, just a taste, of what I have to offer. My mouth licks at him softly and just at the tip. He practically cries out, his moans are so loud. I hear his balled up fist slam into the bed. I lick again, this time, at his hip where I can feel the jut of his hipbone. And then another time, this time moving as fast as I can to his turgid nipples before he can stop me. He gasps as I steal another lick between his legs, this time making sure I apply just the right amount of moisture. I want him to feel like my mouth is creating pins and needles from the wanting.

I try it again, near his shaft, but he finally catches me. His long arms reach around and under my arms and lift me up so I sit off to the side of him. He slides behind me, standing just off of the side of the bed. I’m totally exposed to him like this with me on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Ash doesn’t let me sit like that for long when he flips me over to my back, my feet hitting the floor and steadying themselves while my back stretches long over the chaos of sheets and pillows.

He places a hand at the small of my back to hold me still. My legs part as I wait for him to enter me, but he surprises me, getting down on his knees before me. I hear his voice break through the darkness, “Please, Dani. Let me taste you.”

He’s begging me?
Me
? I thought I’m the one who is supposed to do the pleading. I lift my head slightly off of the bed so I can get a good look at his hungry face. His eyes are downcast, focused on the spaces between my parted legs.

I force myself to stand. I want to see this up close and personally. As I jut out my jaw, I reply stiffly as possible, “Say it again. Beg me again.”

Ash wraps his hand around my calf while his head rests up against the inside of my thigh. The small window facing out towards the ocean provides just a glimmer of moonlight that reflects upon his tan skin. In the window’s reflection, I see myself standing tall, firm, resolute like a goddess to be worshiped. I’m not ready to give up this control just yet.

I feel the bristle of his unshaven cheek scratch at some of my most sensitive skin. Into my thigh, he whispers between long, anguished kisses, “Please, Dani. Please.” His fingers somehow magically appear at the hem of my shorts. He slips them down slowly, his lips following their trail down to my bare feet. He lifts one leg and then another till the panties are fully removed.

I’m speechless, but I manage to nod my head frantically back at him. When he doesn’t move, I reach down and grab the top of his head and lead it directly up towards my waiting slit. I can already feel the juices flowing steadily, the moisture and heat waiting for him eagerly. He inhales again, just as he did with my hair. This time, he holds his breath, smothering himself in my scent. When he finally exhales, I feel the heat of his breath tickle up against me, sending chills up my spine.

I bend myself backwards, letting my head and back fall gently into the stiff bed. My hips lift slightly upwards and my legs part as far as possible. My own hands sink to my hips and between my legs just above my hips. I touch myself tenderly, mimicking the kisses and licks he is flowering me with. Ash notices my motions and moves back slightly, eyeing me as I part the skin hiding my clit and begin slowly teasing at it.

I think I hear him laugh or let out a happy sigh. Whatever it is about seeing me touch myself drives him wild. He darts back between my legs and peels away my folds. His fingers gently hold me apart as his tongue traces the inside of my labia. It’s rough and soft all at the same time. Every nerve can feel each and every bump on his tongue, the hint of his teeth, the light suction of his lips as he clasps around my outer shell.

Together, we both pick up the pace. I massage while he sucks and licks. My legs lift upwards and find the top of his shoulders as he wraps them around the back of his neck. I pull him even closer, wanting nothing else than to feel him deep inside of me. My toes curl as I feel my stomach do somersaults over and over again with each movement from his mouth and stroke of my finger.

I let out a gasp that I’m not sure is even human. My voice seems to be lost in my throat as I want to plead with him to continue. But I remember myself and my plan and needing him to be under my control. I somehow managed to make that happen. Dani, the conqueror. I can’t give that up now for the sake of my orgasm. I close my eyes tightly and try to focus on the scent of my body working itself up, his hair tickling my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my thigh…

It’s too much. I can’t hold on anymore. Everything in me goes light as if I am being hit by lightning over and over again. I am more alive than I have ever been, and I feel myself grabbing at blankets and sheets to try to stabilize me. I’m yelling. I know I’m yelling, but I have no idea what I am trying to say. Ash doesn’t relent, though. His head between my thighs, he holds me down tighter to the bed and takes over massaging at my clit when I can’t take it anymore.

“Ash! Ash! Oh my God! Ash!” I let out, crying for him. My body releases itself, everything softening and tightening for what feels like hours but only really lasts for a few sweet, otherworldly seconds. I know that as I am orgasming, I am falling, physically at least. But I’m not really aware until my knees hit the hard, wooden plank floor with a soft thud. Ash is under me, his naked body, cushioning my fall. His arms are still hooked around my waist.

He props himself up so we are inches from one another, my back resting against his legs. I place my arms around his neck and pull him in for a long, deep kiss. It’s a kiss that makes my sink deeper into him, my grip as tightly as possible around him. That feeling of my orgasm lingers around as waves and waves of happiness fill me up. There is nothing like kissing Ash. There never will be.

As I’m transported by his touch, I feel Ash moving beneath me. He positions himself under my pussy until I am right up against his hard cock. He uses his hand to guide his cock up against my slit as my own liquids soak it. Before I can move or say a word against it, it slips completely in me, filling my tight space. We both let out a long sigh as our mouths open upon the other.

Ash begins to move under me, his hips floating upwards while his hands provide the support, but I pull away, forcing him back on the ground. “Stop,” I say breathlessly. “Let me do this.”

He looks at me completely stunned, unsure of what I am about to do.

I gather my hair from behind and lift it to the crown of my head. My perky breasts move upwards with my arms and tease mere inches from his face. They slowly begin to bob as I move my hips. First, it’s up and down the length with me getting in a kind of low squat. But as I start to really dance, I know exactly what I want. My hips change course and move around and around in an oval. With each round, the feeling of his skin rubbing up against my clit sends a warm, piercing sensation up to my throat and mouth

Ash places his hands around my thin waist at first, but as I start going, they travel up to my breasts. He grabs a handful of each, kneading at them lightly, and then guides them to his mouth. I feel his teeth nibble slightly at the nipple before switching back to the other breast. His head smothers in between my chest, and I can tell he is just enjoying the feeling of having me do all the work.

But I’m ready for more. I know it’s time to give up control as I slowly lift one leg off and then another. He doesn’t move, unsure of what to do. But as I lay my chest flat back on the side of the bed and lift my ass to him, he begins to understand. “I want you to fuck me,” I say directly as I stare at him over my shoulder. “And I want it hard. Do not stop, no matter what I say. I don’t want you to stop fucking me until you have cum. Do you understand me?”

Ash licks his pale, pink lips and then nods slowly, his eyes still not off the curve of my ass. He stands quickly to his feet and positions himself directly behind me. His hands massage at my behind before swatting it playfully. Normally, I’d hate that kind of attention, but in this moment, all I can think about is him turning my cheeks red from a good pounding.

I spread my legs even farther for him, but he pushes them back together. And as he enters me, I know exactly why. My legs close together is tight, so tight. I think I am about to rip open from the force, but the sensation is amazing. He has never been so deep inside of me before, and I know he can feel the difference, too. There’s a long pause before he begins rocking inside of me. It’s slow at first, the opposite of what I asked him, but I can tell he’s working it up. He’s getting the lay of the land, enjoying these little moments where it’s more about the sensation than the friction.

But then comes the first hit. His cock slides almost all the way out of my pussy and then plows its way in. I jolt forward on the bed, practically slipping out of his grip. But as he takes himself out again, he pulls me closer to him. Another slam and I manage to hold on this time. He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind me, his way of keeping me still. His cock punishes me over and over again, and all I can do is just take it. My muffled cries drift into the folds of the blankets under me.

Above me, Ash pants and moans. His speed is outrageously fast. It’s sloppy, almost. But it’s the kind of fucking that takes you somewhere you’ve never been before. It feels almost dangerous to have him enter me like this. I’m inches away from falling off of that cliff, but I’m holding on just to feel the power of his cock land into me again and again and again.

Ash slips out of me, on purpose or because I am so wet I don’t know, but it gives him time to flip me over again onto my back. I stare up at the man as he falls on top of me, his entire chest landing on mine. We both grab at one another as he reenters, his hips doing all the work as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I let myself give in to it -- to the sounds, the smells, the electricity until I cum again. This time isn’t an explosion but a flow like a river as the orgasm moves down my head through my chest, wrapping around my spine, and flowering between my legs.

Ash knows. He always knows when I have cum. He lets out a long sigh as he continues digging into me, searching for his own. I feel his lips suction around my skin as he presses his head between my neck and shoulder. He bites down softly, and I scream completely knocked out of my bliss. I want to slap him, but instead I fight back, digging my nails into his back until he launches upwards. His body hovers over me, his eyes glaring down at me like two beacons in the night.

He screams out, “Dani!” before pulling out of me frantically. His semen pours down onto my hip and thigh. The warm, watery feeling causes me to sit up. I want to watch him finish. Ash’s head sinks backwards on his neck and his eyes shoot open as if he’s being woken up for the first time. And as he sweetly reaches down to me and pulls a piece of my hair back from my eyes, I wonder mindlessly if I had managed to take away those thoughts of hate and murder for just that one second of paradise.

When he’s finished, he picks me up still wrapped in the bed sheet and walks me towards the bathroom out in the living room. Neither of us say a word, though I’m not sure what it would be even if we could talk. With his free hand, he turns the water on for the bathtub and pours a bit of the soap into the empty porcelain bottom.

In the distance, just outside the room, there’s a sound. At first, I think we both blame it on the old pipes of the house, but as it begins to roar more consistently, Ash’s face transforms. He looks down at me, completely struck with something -- maybe fear or anger. I can’t tell in the dim light. I wiggle out of his arms and back to the ground to look up to him and whisper, “What was th--”

He places a large finger to my mouth and walks out of the bathroom. I follow him to the bedroom as he throws on a pair of jeans over his sweaty body. I follow him, tossing on the lender shirt he gave me earlier. He looks back only once to say, “Don’t follow me. Stay in here.” Ash opens the top drawer of an old wooden bedroom dresser, takes something out about the size of his hand, and then places it in the back pocket of his jeans. As he walks out the door, I make out the outline of a gun’s handle, and my world goes blank.

Even though he told me not to, I go towards the open bedroom door and stand in the shadows. I can make out Ash as he opens the door carefully before quickly throwing it open.

There’s one word that comes out of his mouth before everything starts. It’s not a word even; it’s a name. “Spark!” He screams towards whomever is out there. But I never see a face before the bright light engulfs us.