Look After You (24 page)

Chapter 18

I hear a mixture of a growl and cry of surrender vibrate through Ashton’s chest, and then suddenly I am being charged backwards and pushed coarsely onto my back, bouncing against the softness of the mattress. I gasp at the sudden gravity change, clutching my fingers against his back, fisting his shirt into my hands. I kiss him back with full force, unconsciously grinding my hips against his, my bare feet pushing against his ass. His tongue sweeps against mine and I greedily accept it, devouring him with every stroke. His left hand slides through my hair, gripping securely at the wavy strands while his right hand travels down my robe-covered body. His fingers subtly skim through the gap of my robe, causing my breath to hitch and my nipples to pucker at the brief contact of his fingers against the curve of my breast. Through heavy labored breaths, he lightly moans, ravishing my mouth, alternating between sweeping, sucking and biting against my tongue, driving me absolutely insane.

Heat courses through my body; my heart thrashes with unbridled passion, matching the thumping pressure I suddenly feel between my thighs. Arching my back, I grind my hips against his, trying to ease the painful throb, but instead I am greeted with a hard bulge pushing against my naked crotch, the bottom of my robe has somehow opened up, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I moan out loud, my heat level rising up a notch. Oh fuck, I have never been so turned on in my life. At this thought, my hands scramble to his shirt, ripping abrasively at his buttons, desperate to get him out of it. Breathlessly, he pulls away from my lips for a moment and his dark hooded eyes glare down at me in worship. My fingernails scratch against his skin as I rip the shirt from his back furiously, earning a sexy growl.

He slams his lips hungrily back onto mine, before nipping and caressing over my chin, pursing tiny kisses along my jaw, then he moves impatiently down to my neck, zoning in on the sweet spot just behind my ear, his hot breath sending shivers through my body. I practically assault his back with my hands covering every inch with eager caresses and forceful scratches. My own back arches as he kisses along my chest, licking and kissing down to my breastbone, the top of my robe unraveling at his command.

He thrusts his hips into mine, his cock filled bulge slides against my overly sensitive clit. The delicious sensation rockets through my body, causing a whimpered
moan to escape my lips. His hand lingers in-between us, and in one swift movement, he unties the fabric belt of my robe and it unravels open, revealing my naked body. Ashton lifts himself up to hover over me with his masculine arms outstretched on either side of my head to take a full sweep of my nakedness. He grunts breathlessly. He looks ready to self-combust as he ravishes my body with his eyes, suddenly making me feel like the sexiest women alive.

“Ava,” he growls fiercely as he shifts down my body, his right palm trailing a path down my chest, over the curl of my breasts, and down towards my stomach. His fingers come to a lingering stop at my
cesarean scar. His thumb follows along the six-inch scar, his eyes gazing intently at it. Kissing it once, his hand continues downwards to the sweltering area between my thighs. His fingers hover over my most sensitive part, not once taking his indulgent eyes from mine. I purposely widen my thighs open, desperate for him to touch me. I am seconds away from begging when a finger slides against my wet folds. My entire body bucks against his touch, but when his thumb flicks against my clit, I close my eyes, moaning as the pleasure pulsates through my body.

I reopen my eyes to see Ashton gazing at me with his hooded eyes as if he could drink me in. He has me spellbound, and I’m unable to take my eyes from him. He looks so damn sexy. I bite against my
bottom lip eagerly when he presses a soft kiss against my pelvis just below my scar. With his green eyes still trained on mine, he lowers his mouth to set a lingering kiss against the very tip of my pubis. A shiver courses through my veins when he sucks delicately at the skin and I nearly come undone when he slides his finger inside my entrance. Instinctively, I clutch greedily against his finger, sucking him tightly into me. His eyes widen with hunger, an animalistic growl evident against my crotch. His finger pulls out of me only to be pushed back in, setting a slow rhythm, in, out, in, out. Through my moaning gasps, he slips in a second finger while he presses his lips over my swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh, God,” I moan out loud, my fists gripping desperately into his hair, pulling against the strands as he assaults my clit with his mouth, his tongue sucking and lashing against the bud. At my responsive moaning, his fingers thrust harder into me, hitting me in just the right spot. My hips buck against his face as my body continues to rack with waves of intense ecstasy. My heartbeat is thrashing against my chest; my breathing has increased, the waves of pleasure take over my every sense.

My instincts tell me to close my eyes, to lie back and enjoy, but I’m so captivated as I watch him eagerly fuck me with his mouth that I can’t take my eyes off him. It’s highly erotic. My moans are coming closer together, and moments before I am pushed over the edge, he stops and rises up onto his knees. My body sags irritably at my near release being taken away from me so quickly.

I watch as he quickly removes his shoes and socks, then goes to unfasten his belt clasp, unzips his slacks and hurriedly slides them down his legs, revealing a highly aroused cock bursting at the seams of his black boxer shorts, a wet patch of arousal evident at the head. As he moves closer to me, I drag my palm down his defined chest, following his happy trail of hair down to his lower stomach, coming to a satisfying stop over his cock. When I grasp my fingers tightly against his length, within a microsecond he is on top of me, crushing his lips onto mine
with a growl. I meet his growl with a moan, sucking against his tongue when he thrusts against my thighs. The feel of his rock hard cock as it presses against my overly sensitive pussy creates a fiery pressure and I can’t keep the cry from escaping when the feeling only becomes more prominent.

Impatiently, I slip my hands into the back of his boxer shorts, and squeeze against his ass cheeks with the palm of my hands, and then I furiously pull the boxers down his hips. He complies with a lift of his hips, allowing me to pull them over his protruding cock. I force the material down his legs by the tip of my toes, kicking them from his own feet. I eagerly open my legs to him, a moan escaping my lips as his cock slides easily against my wet folds. I clasp my nails deep into his ass cheeks, rocking my hips into his.

“Damn, Ava,” he groans huskily against my mouth, before biting down sharply against my bottom lip. I rock my hips against his again, desperate to have him inside me. “Fuck. Me. Now,” I breathe out urgently while my fingers scratch up and down his bare back, impatiently. I don’t know where this needy ‘fuck me now’ Ava has come from, but I like her. My heartbeat constricts when I hear the telltale sound of a condom wrapper being torn open, and then I actually stop breathing when he sits back onto his heels, and I watch in fascination as he slides the latex over his impressive length. Once the condom is covering every inch of his cock, he crawls back over me and with no warning, pushes deep inside me. I yelp out at the sudden movement, and then groan devilishly as he hits me straight to my core. His elbows are bent at either side of my head, with his hands scrunched up tightly into my hair, and his beautiful green eyes are captivating me with his intense stare as he thrusts into me again, this time a little slower as if relishing in this very moment. We begin to move together as one, meeting each thrust, each moan, each kiss, almost becoming a frenzied mess. The only sounds you can hear in the hotel room are of my moans, Ashton’s breathless grunts and the sensual pounding of skin on skin.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles against his ass and with the sudden switch in position it has me screaming out loud with the heightened intensity. The pressure builds quickly, my body climbing to a climax within seconds. I lose the coherence of my speech as my body begins to tremble, and my limbs shake uncontrollably under Ashton as I come around him, falling apart, slamming my eyes shut to allow my climax to consume me. Through my foggy mind, I can hear Ashton curse, then his hips begin to slam even harder into mine, and I am not even thirty seconds from my last climax, when I can feel my orgasm building again. I mumble something illogical as my second climax hits me with more force than the first and my body shudders, colorful fireworks exploding around me. I slam my eyes shut as I come for the second time. I swallow Ashton’s groan as he slams his mouth onto mine, sucking against my tongue as he pumps furiously through his climax.

As we come down from our high, with Ashton still inside me, I moan contently as he presses gentle butterfly kisses against the side of my cheek, moving down to my throat, nuzzling against the crook of my neck. I sigh happily as I draw lazy circles against his back with my fingertips. He chuckles against my skin, as his fingers caress against my breast and over my nipple.

Suddenly the image of Sebastian pops into my head and my entire body freezes under Ashton’s.
“Oh, God,” I panic, as heavy guilt courses through my entire body.

Ashton looks down to me as I tense around him.
“Ava, what is it?” he asks cautiously.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I repeat in horror, with tears blurring my vision. I scramble from under Ashton, hiding my naked body with my robe.

“Ava?” His eyes turn from blissful to sad in a second as he watches me move away from him.

“That should not have happened. I love Sebastian. I love him,” I shriek out as tears flow down my face. I stand and rush to the bathroom, but not without witnessing the broken look on Ashton
’s face as he slams his eyes shut, his head dropping down in painful defeat.

Slamming the door shut, I lock it and sink my half naked body to the floor against the door and violent sobs rack through my body.

What have I just done?

The dull invasive burning sensation I am currently feeling downstairs is enough of a reminder. I have been unfaithful to my fiancé with another man and not just with any man either, the man I’m falling in love with. Oh, shit. This isn’t me, the woman who cheats on her fiancé. I have always valued the sacred constitute of a committed relationship. I have always condemned those who are unfaithful to their loved ones, never understanding why you would hurt them in such an unthinkable way like that, but I guess I’m not that different after all. I have never been so damn reckless in my life.

The next hour is spent alternating my guilt over Sebastian and Ashton. My mind goes to Sebastian’s beautiful face and his selfless ways, to Ashton’s beautiful face and his selfless ways. To Sebastian’s pure love for me, to Ashton’s pure love for me, to Sebastian holding Lily in his arms, to Ashton holding Lily in his arms.

Then I crumble.

Lily.

My stupid, idiotic, reckless decision doesn’t just affect Sebastian. It affects my daughter, and this realization kills me. I have let her down.

Once I shower the betrayal from my body I exit the bathroom to find the room is empty. Unlike earlier when Ashton left to get dinner, this time he didn’t leave a note. Through my disappointment at Ashton’s absence, I crawl onto the other twin bed; the bed we didn’t have sex on, and cry myself to sleep.

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I am jolted awake at the sound of quiet cursing. I groggily sit up through the darkness, to see Ashton’s silhouette sat on the edge of the accompanied twin bed. “Ashton?” I whisper, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

I see his head pop up from his crouching position.
“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep. Shit,” he hisses painfully.

Ignoring his request to go back to sleep, I switch the bedside lamp on. I squint for a moment adjusting to the bright light, then gasp when I see Ashton’s bloody fists. I am at his side in a flash.
“Ashton, what the hell? What’s happened?”

He gives me a brief look, not quite meeting my eyes.
“Nothing.” His eyes fall to the crumpled bed, the same crumpled bed we had sex on, only hours before.

“It sure looks like something to me.” Then it suddenly comes to me. Avery.
“What did you do?”

He hears the alarm in my voice and looks up at me. “Not what you think, well not for the lack of trying anyway,” he states with a hint of broken frustration to his voice. “I just had a run in with a brick wall, and as you can see,” he says, holding out his hands, “the wall won.”

I look back down at his fists, wincing at the very sight. I shake my head sadly. “Those cuts look really bad, you probably need stitches. Your knuckles might even be broken. Maybe we should go to the hospital and get them checked out.”

He shakes his head. “No, I’ll be fine, it looks worse than it is.” He clenches his fists open and closed, indicating no broken bones, although the grit of his teeth through the obvious pain, isn’t missed by me.
“See? Not broken.”

“Okay, but we need to get them cleaned up. Did you bring a first aid kit with you?”

He nods. “Yes, it’s in my luggage.”

I head over to the closet, to retrieve his small suitcase and take out a travel-size medical bag. I walk back over to the bed, sit down and set the first aid bag on the sheets. I unzip the medical bag and reach for an alcohol wipe. I rip at the packet and unravel the folded wipe. Gently, I place his hand on my knee and gently wipe at the blood.