Undone, Volume 2 (18 page)

I rested my forehead
against hers. Thankfully, I felt her chuckling, her arms still around
me. I exhaled with relief. I didn’t want her freaked out over it,
the way the spotlight followed me around. If she were going to become
part of my life for real, she’d have to get used to it. And I was
realizing I wanted that to happen. Needed it to happen.

“Happy holidays!” I
raised my arm to them all, surrendering into it. Once people had
found you like that, there was nothing to do but embrace it. I caught
the bartender’s eye. Now he was looking over at us in a way he
hadn’t been before. He clearly still didn’t recognize me. He
looked like he listened to nothing but Edith Piaf and Charles
Aznavour. But he’d realized I was someone other people recognized.

“Drinks for
everyone!” I called out. “On me!”

Another cheer erupted
and the phones got tucked away in the clamor to claim their prize.
Free drinks were a fun way to spread around my celebrity status. Also
I’d learned that they served as a great diversion tactic when you
were trying to make an exit. The excitement of free drinks trumped
Ash Black every time.

“On my card,” I
mouthed to the old bartender who looked dumbstruck. He probably
hadn’t had that many patrons in his bar over the past month. But he
did have my card numbers still, imprinted from that ancient machine
of his. The Parisian hole-in-the-wall version of “on my tab.”

Ana and I snuck out
together into the falling flakes. She wound her scarf around her and
I took out the hat she’d made me from my pocket. It really was a
fantastic hat.

“That was so fun!”
she exclaimed as we made our way along the cobblestone street.

A few flakes lay on her
hair and eyelashes. I couldn’t help it. I pulled her under the arch
of an entryway and sank into her again. The way she tasted, Bordeaux
and Ana, so rich and sweet and delicious, savory and enticing. She
wrapped her hands around my shoulders, pulling me down to her like
she felt the same way. Standing there in the chilly night, snow
falling around us, we made our own heat.

“I want to get you
back to the hotel,” I murmured into her ear and she shivered. It
might have been the cold, but I hoped it was anticipation. I knew I
couldn’t wait.

We walked, arm in arm,
through the streets toward our hotel. “You should do an album of
old standards,” she declared. “People would love it.”

“You think?” No one
had ever suggested such a thing to me.

“I know it. You’re
so good with those old songs. You’re a really amazing singer. It’s
such a cool combination. You hit all the right notes but with this
gritty, Ash Black growl in it. People would go wild for it.”

“Do you go wild for
it?” She was the only fan I cared about just then.

She looked up at me,
shy. “Yes.”

We couldn’t get back
to the hotel soon enough. And it did take a while. We’d somehow
wandered a long ways away in our explorations. By the time we got
back, there was no question about it, Ana was shivering from the
cold. I should have grabbed us a taxi but I hadn’t realized we’d
traveled so many city blocks away. Paris had a way of enchanting you,
each street so engaging you lost track of how far you’d walked. Now
Ana looked slightly blue.

“You need to warm
up!” Inside the room, I set right to making a fire. That’s the
last thing our vacation needed, Ana catching pneumonia. “Why don’t
you warm up in a shower?”

She nodded, her teeth
chattering, too frozen to speak. The staff had restocked our supply
of dry firewood and I had a nice blaze going in no time. Perfect for
Ana to stretch out in front of. With me. I’d warm her up.

One room over, I heard
the sound of the shower running. The shower was running. With Ana in
it. Naked.

There was my cock,
instantly hard again, pressing against my jeans at the thought of
her. So close, so naked, so pink and warming up and I could hop right
in there with her.

Couldn’t I? We had
signed a no-sex clause. That had been holding me back, though less
and less as the days went on. Like a seatbelt that had frayed to the
point of becoming useless.

I didn’t think Ana
would turn around and sue me. To a PR rep like Lola, everyone was a
walking lawsuit waiting to happen, but I knew Ana. She didn’t seem
the litigious type. And right then, I didn’t care even if she did
go ahead and sue me for everything I owned. Somehow in the last two
weeks she’d turned everything upside down. All the shit I used to
care so much about holding onto, none of it mattered anymore. All I
wanted to hold onto was her.

“Ash?” Ana’s
voice drifted to me, calling me through the bathroom door standing
slightly ajar.

“Ana?” My voice
sounded husky, even more so than usual.

“Want to join me?”
she asked, sounding shy.

She didn’t need to
ask me twice. I fed that no-sex clause right into the mental paper
shredder where it belonged.

Under the spray of the
shower, she couldn’t look more tempting, like a nymph rising out of
the ocean. I’d crash my ship into the rocks over a siren like her.
My clothes off in seconds flat, I joined her in the shower, my chilly
hands around her waist making her jump.

Then I kissed her and
she melted into me, so soft and sweet, a moan rising up out of the
back of her throat. My cock throbbed painfully, pressing into her
stomach, the two of us naked together for the first time. Like a kid
finally allowed into the candy store where he’d been pressing his
nose to the window every day for the past couple of weeks, I didn’t
know where to put my hands first. Her ass, I grabbed her soft cheeks,
marking her with my fingers as I pressed her against me. Her breasts,
the perfect size, filling my hands, her nipples standing out hard and
aroused. Her pussy, so sweet and sticky slick for me already as I
sank a finger into her.

“Ash,” she murmured
into my neck as she licked and sucked me there, her hands traveling
down my chest as if she’d been just as desperate to touch me. She
caressed my angles and planes, trailing kisses along my pecs, licking
the lines of my tattoos. I’d tattoo every inch of my body if she’d
do that to every one of them, tasting me, savoring all of me. Down my
stomach, my lower abs.

Before I knew what was
happening, she kneeled down before me, the warm spray of water
hitting right between my shoulder blades. She took my huge shaft in
both of her hands, cupping it, running her hands along it as if
admiring its length.

“Jesus, Ana.” I
groaned, steadying myself against the wall. Just her touch felt so
good, so intense. My cock throbbed in her hands, pumping thick,
straining for release.

“There’s
something…” She hesitated, running her thumb along my wide crown.
Every nerve in my body zeroed in on that touch. She found a drop of
precome and spread it over my tip. And she licked her lips. “I want
to…but I haven’t done it much so I don’t know—”

“Ana, suck me.” I
panted, remembering her words from last night. “Suck my cock.” I
knew she wanted to do it. And now she knelt before me exactly as I’d
fantasized, her wide eyes looking up at me, her hands wrapped around
my length.

She swallowed and
parted her lips, then took in my tip. Slowly, tentatively. I groaned
and made myself ball my fingers into fists instead of grab her hair
and force her down on my shaft, hard. I wanted to feel her mouth
around me, wanted to fuck her face, hard, but right now we had to go
slow. I didn’t know if she’d like it, giving me that kind of
power, surrendering and serving me. I thought she might, but right
now I held back and let her have control, going slow.

She licked me like a
delicious ice cream cone, swirling her tongue along my length,
savoring every inch. She cupped the root of my shaft in her hands,
pumping me, and I didn’t know how much more of it I was going to be
able to take. Just the sight of her, her plump lips parted, at my
feet. Then she took more of me into her wet, sucking mouth and she
moaned.

“Oh, yeah,” I
exhaled, panting, my balls already tight with come. “Suck like
that, baby.”

She drew me closer, a
hand to my ass, and took me in deeper, moaning like she loved it. She
sucked me in, more and more, and I pushed against the wall to hold
myself back. I’d let her drive this time, let her show me how much
she could take, even if it killed me. She sucked and swirled her
tongue around my length, widening her throat and taking in more. I
was a big man with a long, full cock. I knew it was a lot to handle
and she’d said she didn’t have experience. But then all thought
was driven from my mind as she sucked me in all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck!” I called
out, tilting my head back and closing my eyes, lost in the sensation
as she sucked me hard. Her hands clutched my hips, holding me tight
so she could pump me down her throat. So tight, so wet, the way she
devoured me, I was already so close to coming.

She pulled off of me.
“You taste so good!” she exclaimed, looking up at me astonished.
I looked down at her, wondering if she was trying to kill me. My cock
jerked, throbbing and pounding, more precome rushing to my tip.

Attention back down to
my huge shaft, she stroked its length with her hands, licking her
lips. “Ash,” she said, still sounding shy but dirty as hell.
“When you come, come down my throat. I want to swallow all of it.”

“Oh God.” I didn’t
even know my name anymore as she took me back into her hot little
mouth, sucking me down full and long. Of all the sexy, nasty things
any girl had ever said to me, nothing had ever hit me like that
before. A fucking bullseye.

She moaned again,
taking me all the way down her throat, pumping my length. I wound my
hand in her hair, looking down into her eyes as she gazed up at me
with adoration.

“I’m going to
come,” I grit out, harsh and needy. “Are you going to suck it
down, Ana?”

She whimpered, deep and
throaty, and sucked me so hard I nearly blacked out. Come shot out of
me, thrusting, pumping down her throat, rocketing out of me full
blast and she kept sucking, swallowing, taking all of me in. My head
thrown back, words tumbled out of my mouth, I had no idea what,
swearing, calling out her name. It felt like I kept coming and
coming, unloading into her sweet, sucking mouth, and she kept licking
and loving me until the very last drop.

“Uh!” I tilted my
head forward, managing to open my eyes and feast down on the sight of
her kneeling before me. She licked her way off of my length, then
dropped back onto her heels, a satisfied smile on her gorgeous lips.
She smiled up at me, proud and thrilled, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“I’m going to want
to do that again,” she declared.

Yup, that decided it.
She was trying to kill me. And she was doing a great job.

Ana

Ash tasted so good. Who
knew going down on a man could feel so amazing? I’d experimented a
few times with my ex-boyfriend, Stan. Awkward, brief, he’d
certainly enjoyed himself but I never had. And he’d never come down
my throat. I’d never wanted him to, never let him.

But with Ash? I wanted
to drink him down like a luscious dessert. The look of him standing
there huge and strong in the shower? All muscle and tattoos, I swear,
no wonder he had the entire world at his feet. Seeing him there, so
powerful, so masculine and sexy, I’d dropped right to his feet. I’d
felt a pull I never had before, a deep throb between my legs, an
intense desire to take him into my mouth and suck his cock.

“You’re amazing,
Ana.” He held me to him in the shower, after pulling me up from my
knees. He rubbed my back, making lazy circles with his hands.

“Mmmm.” I dropped
my head to his broad chest, my hand caressing his muscles as if
trying to memorize every inch. I still felt like I was on fire,
raring and ready to go. Honestly, going down on him had turned me on
so much I’d come close to orgasm, myself. The feel of him shooting
his come down my throat, the harsh, guttural noises he’d made, the
way he’d lost himself in blinding pleasure? Yeah, that had been a
turn on and my pussy still throbbed from it.

But he’d just come so
he’d probably want to go to sleep. That had been my prior
experience, anyway. An orgasm had been like the opposite of an alarm
clock with Stan. Within minutes of his final thrust he’d pass out
cold, dead to the world. It helped that he slept so soundly. He never
once woke up while I masturbated next to him, bringing myself the
satisfaction that he never could.

But Ash’s shaft still
stood out huge and hard, pressing into my stomach. What a cock.
Seriously. I knew I didn’t have a lot to go on. I hadn’t exactly
assembled a full police line-up of cocks to compare it to in my prior
experience. But he seemed huge, massive, like a fucking jackhammer,
wide and driving and hard as hell. Could he be ready to go again
already?

“Let me love you,
Ana,” he murmured, bending down and kissing my throat. He massaged
my breast, cupping me in his hand, the pulsing swirl of water making
my skin slick and slippery. I arched into his touch, wanting more.

He turned off the
showerhead and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me.

“I’ve made a fire.”
He nodded his head toward the main room of our hotel suite. “Let me
show you.”

He swept me up into his
powerful arms. Had we not been in Paris, had I not been so aroused
and falling for him so fast and hard, it might have felt like too
much. Over the top, carrying me to the fire, laying me down before it
gently, on a soft rug.

As it was, I loved
every second of it.

“You’re really good
at making a fire.” I admired his work in the fireplace. He’d also
started one inside of me, and it raged even brighter.

“I was never even a
boy scout,” he said, bringing a hand up to the top of my towel.