Page 25 of Psycho

But then she spoke. Then she parted those full, tempting lips and told me her truth.

“Yes,” Ash said, her grey eyes heavy on me. “This is what I want. I want you. I want Travis. Is that wrong of me?” I noticed how she didn’t say Sawyer’s name, probably because she was still reeling after seeing him and Kelsey together. If I saw her with Ray, I knew I’d probably feel the same, but hearing it and seeing it were two totally different things.

That, I knew based off experience.

With my free hand, I reached for her hair, tucking it behind an ear. Its color was mostly blonde now. The pink was nearly all gone. “You can’t change what you feel,” I told her. I was about to say more, but Ash stopped me by moving out of her chair and onto mine. Straddling me. I let go of her hand as she made the move to me, and feeling her situating herself on me was…one of the best feelings in the world.

It wasn’t the first time I’d had her on my lap. Hell, I’d slept with her before—not sex, but real sleep. But this…it was impossible for my dick to not instantly perk up as I felt her backside through those athletic shorts and saw her nipples poking at the fabric of that white shirt.

“Ash,” I murmured her name, my hands finding her sides, snaking beneath her shirt. Her skin was so warm, so smooth and flawless. I was unable to get any other words out, for Ash then leaned in, her mouth finding mine as her arms wrapped around my neck. Her back arched, and she all but ground down on me, making me moan into her mouth.

It was insane how much I needed this girl, crazy how she made me feel. It wasn’t that long ago that I thought I’d never know happiness again. After losing the one thing you cared about, after being blamed for your girlfriend’s suicide, life wasn’t so fun. But this? This was…this was exactly what life should be like.

Heated. Passionate. Ravenous. I knew I’d never get enough of her, knew that no matter how much time I spent with her, how often I was able to be with her with our clothes tossed aside, it would never be enough. I’d always want more. More Ash, more crazy, more love.

The hands gripping her sides moved up her shirt, cupping her breasts the moment her tongue found its way into my mouth. Ray was the last thing on my mind as I felt her rock her hips along me, making me even harder. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, pinching them, tweaking them, and she pulled her lips from mine to moan.

If we didn’t get upstairs right now, I knew what we were liable to do…and I didn’t think Travis would take too kindly to seeing us together, not after what Ash said. Me? I was too hungry for the girl herself to linger. I had a one-track mind: Ash. I wanted Ash, and I would have her. Finally, after all this time. After longing for her like some lovesick schoolboy, I would be with the girl I adored more than anything in this world.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I murmured, to which she nodded.

Ash got off me, having to hold herself up with the table and her arms due to her blistered feet. I wasn’t terribly strong, but then again, Ash herself was thin and short. There was only one way to find out if I could do it.

I pulled her to me once I was on my feet, hoisting her up in my arms. She must’ve weighed a little over one hundred pounds, not an ounce of fat anywhere on her. She wasn’t too hard to carry out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

She let out a quiet giggle as we made our way up the stairs, and I swore I could’ve lost myself to the sound. I brought us to the same room we were in before, laying her down on the bed before checking the drawers of the nightstand. This was Sawyer’s house, after all. Travis had cleaned it of all of its drugs, but he didn’t get rid of the other thing Sawyer was well-known for.

In the nightstand’s top drawer—the only thing in the drawer, actually—was a box of condoms.

It’d been a long while since I’d had sex, so long that a part of me was worried that I wouldn’t perform well. Wasn’t that a fear of every guy, at one point or another? Ash, I wanted her to always remember this moment. Yes, this weekend had been full of awful things—and technically it was early Monday morning anyway, since it was after midnight—but there could be one ray of light in the darkness.

Me. I could be her light, her anchor. I could be everything she wanted me to be.

I just hoped I didn’t embarrass myself here.

With a wrapper in my hands, I crawled on the bed over her, kissing her hard, needing her to know how much this meant to me. I hoped she didn’t think I was taking advantage of her, prayed she wouldn’t regret this in the morning. We were all a little sleep deprived here, but Ash—I’d been waiting for Ash for so long.

Too long.

I couldn’t wait any more.

Setting the condom aside, I helped her out of her clothes first. The room was dark, the only light peeking in from the hallway. She lay there, watching me take off mine. My shirt, my pants, my boxers. Everything that restricted me, everything that would stop me from feeling her warm, flushed skin on mine.

My cock was hard, ready, dripping precum with the mere thought of finally being inside of her. I brought my lips to hers, kissing her once before trailing my mouth down her body. Between her breasts, over her stomach, stopping only when I grabbed her thighs and spread them wide.

She seemed to like it the last time I was down there, and I hoped I’d be even better for round two—except this time I wouldn’t finish with her rubbing her apex on me. This time I’d finish inside of her, feeling her entire body take mine in the way it should.

I ran my tongue along her folds, hearing her inhale sharply the moment it touched her. I was slow, at first. Slow and steady, tasting her, running my tongue around her nub, but then I took on an urgency. Then I showed her just how desperately hungry for her I was. My sluggishness gave way to a marathon sprint, and I sucked on her clit and applied pressure with my tongue, swirling around it, stimulating it, and her, as best as I could.

Ash’s body started to move, her hips grinding along my mouth, and she let out a muffled cry of pleasure, a few Oh, Gods and Oohs. Based on the way her body moved, how sultry and feminine her voice sounded, I’d say I was doing a damned good job.

Her fingers grasped the sheets below, and I could feel her body starting to tremble from my mouth’s work. It wasn’t long before she cried out—this time louder, this time more of an uncontrolled moan than anything else. I slowed my pace, only tearing my mouth off her when I felt her body relax. I pressed my wet lips against her inner thigh, a quick kiss before I grabbed the condom and tore the wrapper.

I watched her as I slid it on, and God, I would’ve sworn right then and there she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her thin body, sinewy and flushed beneath me, her legs spread, her apex glistening in the darkness, wet for me, ready for me to push myself inside and lose myself in her. Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyes were half-lidded. She was a goddess, and I worshipped her like the sun.

Moving my body over hers, my cock needed no help to find her hole, and I pushed in easily, filling her up, inch by inch, until she took me completely in. I shuddered once I was inside, breathing hard. It was difficult to hold myself up, to keep my sanity, while buried in her.

A grunt escaped me as I started to thrust, dragging my length in and out of her, absolutely loving the feeling of her tight walls wrapped around me. It was like her body wanted me inside her, and it didn’t want me to leave. Her core wanted my dick as a permanent resident.

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