Page 21 of Ashton

“Don’t act shy on me now.” He dips my chin up with his pointer finger. “I’ve seen you naked before.”

“Yeah, but that was before.”

“This is your body. You own it; nobody else does. I know it feels like you want to peel it off and burn it. It’ll take a while for those feelings to go away. Know that you aren’t alone. I know exactly how it feels.”

His words sent a nervous chill down my spine. Hot tears welled along my lower lash line, threatening to spill with each blink—my poor Ash. My hand shook as I reached for his face. His eyes close as he turns his face deeper into my hand.

“I’m sorry, Ashton.”

“I haven’t been with a woman since that night, Jinx. The thought of them touching my dick makes my skin crawl.”

“Is that why you won’t let me?”

He slides his hand over mine, gliding it toward his mouth. With a small kiss on my palm, he moves down his neck. My fingertips press into his pulse, never feeling it skip a beat. He continues his journey, moving our hands over his chest, down his abs, just above the waistband of his boxers; our hands stop moving, and he lets out a small, painful groan.

I push him back and hop off the counter. He eased my pain. The least I can do is ease his. I gently press my lips over his heart to remind him it’s still beating and that he didn’t give up. No matter what, I’ll be here for him. I won’t leave again. I’ll fight. I place kisses down his sternum; his hand moves into my hair when I kneel. Running my finger under the waistband, I watch his head fall back.

“Jinx, I’m not sure about this.”

“I’ll go slow. You tell me when to stop touching you.”

“Okay. I can handle that.” His throat bobs when he swallows.

I lower his boxers inch by inch, and when his trimmed pubes come into view, I freeze. I press my finger along the tattoo when his body jerks forward.

“Sorry, should I stop?”

“I’m sorry. Give me a second.” He drops his hand to my shoulder, inhaling deep. “I take, you found my hidden tattoo?”

I run my finger over it again, hidden. It’s a secret. “Why did you get it?”

“It reminded me of you, and I needed a part of you on my body.”

The little black cello stands out against his blond hair. I lean forward, grazing my lips lightly across the tattoo. Ashton sucks in a trembling breath, digging his fingers into my shoulder.

“Did you want me to stop?”

“I—Okay,go slow.”

I pull his boxers down lower, getting a view of the base of his dick. I look up, watching him with a slight nod; he tells me to continue. I let his boxers drop to the floor. Running my finger down the length of his shaft, I circle his tip, massaging the precum around.

“Shit, Jinx.” His hand moves into my hair, pushing me closer. “Lick it.”

I wrap my hand around the thickness of his shaft, bringing the tip of his dick to my lips—the velvety skin brushes against my warm lips, darting my tongue out. I taste the precum that’s building.

“More,” he rasps.

I lick from base to tip, his hand tightening in my hair when I bring him into my mouth. I sit there without moving, tasting him on my tongue. When I peer up, he fixes me with a wary stare. I go to pull him out, but he holds my head still.

“Just let me.” He closes his eyes. “I need a second.” After a long minute, he moves my head up and down at the pace he needs to go. I’ll do what he needs to feel comfortable again.

“Jinx, I’m coming.” Ashton moans. With a jerk of his hips forward, he spills down my throat. “Get up here. Let me taste it myself.”

I straighten up, and he seizes my lips in a heartbeat. Pulling me tighter into his body, our lips move as if we’restarving. When he finally pulls away, he licks his lips and smirks.

“The next time, I wanna taste us both together. Get in the shower; you’re wasting water.”

“Are you joining me?”

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