Madelynne Ellis - All Fired Up

‘Now, where’s that pretty jewellery of yours?’ Ash kissed his way up her inner thigh, but stopped short of actually touching the almost bare, plump, pink swell of her pussy. Instead, he paused while she held her breath and let her anticipation build until she was trembling. Only then, when she was practically dying for it, did he flick his tongue across her sensitive lips and home in on her clit. The shiver of pleasure rolled through her tensed muscles.

Ginny fought off his grip on her wrists and pushed her hands into his hair instead.

OK. Yeah.

She knew all too well what miracles he could work with his tongue, and how intense it felt when he played with her piercing. All he had to do was suck a little, just like that, and tug a little … and she was gone, gulping for oxygen while inwardly screaming his name.

Ash gave her a moment to breathe while her thighs shook, then he buried his head again and devoted himself to making her damn well float. Ginny clung to him. It wasn’t long before she was coming against his mouth and he was coaxing aftershocks from her.

‘Please tell me you’re hard enough to fuck me,’ she said, blinking open her eyes. Once was never enough. Not with him. Not ever with him. If she never fucked another guy again, she knew she’d be content knowing Ash was there for her. He rolled away from the sofa so that he was sprawled on his back with his jeans now around his ankles, and she could see his cock jutting up from his body at an angle.

‘Always, for you.’

Ginny crawled off the sofa and over to him, shedding clothing as she went. She made sure to grab her purse and fish out some protection. No messing, she had him dressed and ready in seconds. Sometimes you just didn’t want to sit around and wait for bliss to happen. It had to be now. Immediate.

She sank down slowly, let him fill her up. Then they were bucking and rolling, fighting for who was on top. She wrapped her legs tight around him as he went deep, let him drive into her hard for a few strokes before she toppled him onto his back again and held him there while she rolled her hips in time with his upward thrusts.

‘Tell me you love me,’ he croaked, voice thick with emotion.

‘Seriously? Ash, you’re fucking amazing. What’s not to adore? I love every bit of you. The way you move, the way you hold your guitar, even the stupid grin you get on your face when Xane listens to you. I love how you kiss me, like I taste of nectar, and the way you shave every time you think you might get a chance to go down on me.’

None of which was quite what he’d asked, but it did what it needed to and salved his skinned emotions. She didn’t know why his self-esteem was so bent out of shape. He was at the top of his game, a total rock superstar, and he was one of the best, most considerate lovers she’d ever had the pleasure to get in the sack. Yet still he needed these assurances that he was valued.

Ginny cuddled him close while their bodies continued to dance together in an age-old rhythm. She wished she understood why he was so damned insecure. Something was behind it, and she didn’t think it was just because his life was so up in the clouds most days that it was impossible to see the ground.

‘Squeeze me tighter,’ he insisted, while pushing her away from his body. They were both dripping with sweat, and the front of his long hair was stuck to his skin. His hands went to her breasts and played with her nipples, while she did as he asked and hugged him with her inner muscles.

‘Feels so good, like you’re pulling me right in.’

It took concentration, which she didn’t have much of when he was doing her this good, but he was right, it did feel amazing. Ginny continued to flutter the muscles of her sheath around him as he pushed upwards so that she was sitting in his lap, and his hands were in her hair and his lips desperately savaging her open mouth. Her finger curled against his back, scratching the skin.

Her climax almost sneaked up on her. She didn’t realise how close he’d brought her until her body started to convulse, and her breathing turned into one long gasp.

‘Hold on. Hold on,’ Ash begged, his teeth gritted as he made their bodies slap together a little hard. ‘I’m almost … Oh, God. Oh, Ginny, hold on. I’m almost there.’

Her muscles trembled, protesting as she fought to hold off the inevitable. The moment she felt his cock pulse inside her, she let go, let the endorphin rush wash over her and make everything so goddamned right. Even the pulse of her orgasm seemed to coincide perfectly with his equally powerful release.

‘Yes, I love you,’ she admitted. She loved him and she loved being this close to him. She prayed the feeling would never fade or grow old.

It wasn’t unusual for Ash to have tears in his eyes after they made love. He lost it completely when he came, was flattened by his emotions, but she’d never genuinely seen him cry like this, with tears running down his cheeks and his mewls of content transformed into sobs.

‘Ash?’

He buried his face against her shoulder. ‘I don’t want to let go.’

‘Shh.’ She stroked his head. ‘You don’t have to. You don’t ever have to.’

‘But I do. I need to be on the stupid tour bus in about forty seconds.’

‘Forty seconds’ she took as a slight exaggeration. If the tour bus needed to depart that soon, someone would have come to get him. Still, even so. ‘Why’s that a problem? You’ve a bunk, haven’t you, that we can finish this in?’

To her surprise, he started shaking his head. ‘No, we can’t.’ He looked up at her. His cheeks were flushed from their recent exertion, rosy across their ridges. A little of her lipstick was smeared across his jaw, but his brows were furrowed in a way that not even the long fringe of hair that half-covered his face could hide. ‘You can’t come on the bus.’

‘What?’ she said, as the implications of that sentence sank in. ‘Why not?’ OK, Ash had never specifically told her that she could join him on the tour, but neither had he given the impression she wasn’t invited. ‘If you’re joking, or you’re going to state some poxy rule about no one but the band being allowed on the bus, then I’m not going to be impressed. And it’s bollocks anyway. I know perfectly well that Dani’s accompanying Xane.’

‘That’s different,’ he mumbled, his gaze sliding away from her face to a point someway down her body.

‘How so? Dani’s Xane’s girlfriend, and I’m yours.’

‘People know about them. They don’t know about us, and that’s how I want to keep it.’

‘S’cuse me!’ Ginny scuttled out of his lap and stood looking down at him, hurt and confused. ‘I don’t understand. Do you mean the rest of the band aren’t aware that we’re an item?’

He covered his face with one hand as he shook his head.

‘Ash, how can they not know? They’re your friends.’

‘Because I haven’t told them. He scraped one hand through his hair, so that he held the strands away from his face, and looked at her. ‘And I don’t intend to.’

All she could do was gape at him, while attempting to make her vocal cords work. ‘But … but … are you embarrassed by me?’

‘No.’

‘Am I OK to shag, but not good enough to be seen with in public?’

‘No.’

‘Then why?’

He shook his head slowly, making his black hair swish. ‘I’m sorry.’ He rose to his feet and tried to embrace her, but Ginny shifted backwards out of his reach.

‘Don’t just try to kiss me, as if it’ll make everything better. You need to give me a proper explanation. Why doesn’t anyone know about us, Ash?’

‘Because it’s none of their damn business,’ he snapped. He wrenched up his jeans and buckled the belt. ‘What we have is between us. Nobody else needs to have anything to do with it.’