Madelynne Ellis - All Fired Up

‘That you’re not shy and that you’re totally willing to lead.’

‘Like it when I boss you about, do you?’

‘No. I like it that you care enough to care what I’m feeling.’ He gave another gulp as she took him in her mouth. ‘You make this feel so good.’ His head drooped forward so that his brow rested on the sofa arm. ‘So, so, good. Oh, fuck!’

Making him feel good was certainly her plan. Frankly she couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to make him feel good.

‘Most girls just don’t do this like you do.’

That’s right, she thought. For some reason none of them had ever thought to make sure he was happy while they were having their vacant little minds blown by his awesome licking skills. Though she was kind of grateful for that too, because otherwise how would they have ever met and made this connection?

‘This is an innate talent of yours, right? Because I can’t stand the thought of you having practised.’

She batted his thigh. ‘Rest assured that anyone I’ve been down on in the past was just the warm-up for you. Relax, Ash. Stop thinking and just feel. You’ve nothing to worry about. I’m utterly yours.’

‘You’re not tempted by Xane, or Iain?’

‘Xane’s dating my friend. That makes him an automatic no-no, and Iain, I’m sorry to say, is just way too slimy.’

She thought she sensed him smile at her response.

‘You’re the only one, Ash … Well, OK, I might not say no to Spook if he ever renounces his abstinence vow.’

Immediately, his muscles tensed.

‘Joke,’ she said, smacking his thigh. ‘I wouldn’t, even if he came in now and danced around naked, begging me to do him. Trust me.’

‘Yeah,’ he sighed, relaxing. ‘But I bet you’d watch.’

‘So would you. You’d be too shocked to do otherwise.’

‘Yes, but I wouldn’t be admiring his dick.’

‘Nope,’ she said, giving his another lick, ‘you’d be comparing. I know you too well, Ash Gore. You’re always comparing, and you really don’t need to. Now stop talking and let me do this.’

She sucked him deep, and let him fill her mouth, allowing him to set the pace rather than attempting to spur him towards the finishing line. She knew that only made him less likely to get there. Ash was wired for stamina, not speed. He could be painfully aroused and still not come if his head wasn’t in the right place. A couple of people in his past had done a real number on him. If she ever got the chance, she was going to give them a right piece of her mind.

Only when the taste of him grew thick on her tongue, and his sweet little groans had turned into one long quivering moan, did she release him from her mouth. ‘Roll over,’ she insisted, crawling out from beneath him to give him space to lie on his back stretched out. His jeans lay scrunched around his thighs. Immediately, her hands went to his rigid cock – actually, one to his cock and the other to the line of his snake tattoo on his lower abs. She’d been serious about wanting to watch him come.

‘Know what I’d like? A picture of you sprawled out just like this for my bedroom wall. Do you think Spook would be pissed if I borrowed his camera?’

‘Don’t,’ Ash wheezed, his eyes coming open in alarm. ‘It’d get out.’

‘I wouldn’t let anyone else see it. It’d just be for me.’

‘Don’t, Ginny.’

‘Not one little tiny weeny shot? You let Spook take pictures of you all the time.’

‘Not any more, and those photos weren’t of me. They were of the women.’

‘Do you think? What if really he has a secret crush on you, like serious unrequited love, and taking pictures of you screwing is just a way of seeing you naked?’

‘He hasn’t. He really hasn’t. Now, are you trying to get me off or make my dick shrivel?’

‘Spoilsport,’ she muttered, planting a kiss near his belly button. ‘I was building that into such a wicked fantasy. I ought to make you pay for wrecking it.’

‘Sweetheart, I’m already a slave to your will. Whatever you care to dish out, I’ll willingly take.’

‘Is that right?’ She climbed on top of him so that she was straddling his thighs, and worked at swirling her thumb over the tip of his cock. Round and round, until his breathing became erratic, and he sank deep into the cushions with his mouth open wide.

‘Open your eyes, Ash. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. I want you to know it’s me.’

His eyelids fluttered. ‘Not … sure … I can.’

‘Sure you can. Come on now, look at me. Let me see those cute baby blues.’

He opened his eyes. ‘Ginny.’ He watched her hand working up and down his length, and his stomach muscles tensed along with his jaw. ‘Oh, God! Why is that so fucking hot? It never looked that hot before.’

‘Is this hot too?’ she asked, peeling off her skirt, and then shimmying up the sofa a fraction, so that her pussy kissed the base of his shaft. The sight and taste of him had already fired up her senses, so she was awash with liquid heat and oh, so ready to slide down on him.

‘I think you’re trying to kill me,’ he gasped.

‘You know, you’re the only man I’ve ever met who complains when I make him come.’

‘Ginny,’ he hissed, clenching his teeth as he fought to keep his eyes open.

‘Yeah.’

‘I’m gonna …’

‘Yeah, I know,’ she mouthed as he cried out, and his seed coated her hand and the lips of her pussy. ‘And you look so damn fucking hot.’

The only downside to making Ash come – if you could even call it a downside – was that he was no longer hard enough to soothe her own nagging need. And she needed … Watching his muscles tighten and relax, and hearing the little croaks that forced their way from his throat, pushed Ginny’s libido sky-high. It gave her an intense thrill knowing this was what she did to him.

‘Come here.’ Ginny grasped the neckline of his T-shirt and tugged his shoulders off the cushions, so that he could meet her embrace. She didn’t care if his come was making a sticky mess of them both. She needed his mouth on hers, and his arms around her.

He came willingly enough, if still a tad breathless and dazzled.

Ginny covered his face in kisses. The seconds after he’d just come were the one time he truly let his guard down. It was when she could really see into his heart and see the welts left there by past lovers. It was always when he needed her to hold him the most.

‘Easy, Ginny. You know I need to breathe, right?’ He turned her about, so that she was sitting and he kneeling on the floor between her splayed legs. ‘Let me take care of you now. You know I like to keep things fair.’ As if it really mattered how many orgasms they coaxed from one another. Not that she was passing up the chance of feeling his magic tongue do its work. No chance. Never ever.