Page 108 of Lamb

Ash sighed, and a hand unwound from the grass. Dirty fingers pawed through her hair, brushing back the wild mane, her head turning to the dark sky. The night reflected against her scarred eyes, the darkness swirling and pooling like a lakebeneath the stars. They were red, and puffy, and irritated, but I saw no pain or devastation, her face devoid of anything of all.

“Ready to go?” I extended a hand toward her.

To my surprise, she took it straight away, her dirty red fingers sliding between mine, the touch of her palm chilling up my arm as I helped hoist her back to her feet, pins and needles rushing through my own.

I pulled her in toward my body, my heat sapped straight from my soul as her small, fragile body curled in next to mine, her hands sliding around my bicep, not a word of protest or refusal.

No words passed between us as we headed upstairs. Her head was miles away from where we walked arm in arm past my drunk brothers, naked women, and wild partygoers.

Ash slipped from my arm as we passed the threshold to my room, not waiting as I turned the lock.

Leaving it open was an invitation into my bed. Once, there’d been a time when I didn’t care who came walking in, but now, I’d shoot the next person who dared try.

Noise from the party stopped at the door, the soundproofing descending silence in the room. Only the ambient noises of the night slipped inside from the open window.

I turned back to Ash and watched her shirt drop to the floor. Layer by layer tumbled to her feet until she stood there, bare to me, clouded eyes dazed and distant.

I leaned back against the door, folding my arms over my chest, letting my eyes peruse the naked woman standing before me.

“I need a favor.”

“And that is?” I raised a brow.

“I want you to make me forget,” Ash whispered. “Even if it is just for a short while.”

I narrowed my eyes, an uncomfortable burn settling on my chest. Then I pushed off from the door, covering the smalldistance between us in a single stride. I stopped short of her, just enough to deprive her of my body heat. Small goosebumps covered her skin, her fine hairs standing on end, and her body shuddering with the tiniest shivers.

I reached down to the glasses she’d abandoned on the bedside table. I slid my finger beneath Ash’s chin, holding her face still as I slid the frames over her nose and ears. Surprise wove into her expression, settling into befuddlement through the clear lenses.

“You don’t get to use me like that,” I snipped, calm but stern. “If you want sex, that’s fine, but-” I tightened my hold, my thumb pushing up into the soft pallet of her jaw, pulling her forward. Her staggered step closed the distance as she followed my hand, her bare, solid nipples rubbing up against the thin material of my shirt. “You will remember who you are in bed with. No hiding. No running away.”

I waited, watching her eyes flicker between mine, choices whirling behind those cloudy green storms.

It felt like a year had passed before her body softened in my hands as understanding weaved through her features and my dick stood to attention. I strained against my jeans as my hands slid from her jaw, tracing each delicate edge of her body. Shivers and tremors rippled like the surface of still water, my touch affecting even the farthest edges of her body.

My hands settled beneath her small tight ass.

A gasp jerked from her lips as I picked her up with ease, taking a step forward and depositing her naked body on the top of the dresser. The carefully folded clothes toppled into a mess on the floor as I pushed my way between her naked thighs. They were soft and pliable, giving me access to her warm, damp center. Even in the dim light of the room, I could see her wetness glisten, her arousal making my own mouth water with desire.

I leaned forward, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to her lips as my last act of mercy. Then I took a knee.

Ash had no time to register what I was doing as my hands wrapped beneath her thighs, planting her calves over my shoulders and fastening my hands against the back of her spine. Her warmth spread across my face, and in her attempt to shuffle away, my hands caging her in only brought her warmth shuffling close enough to taste.

I peered over the growth of hair, her soft curls framing her red flushed face around my view. The glasses slipped down her nose, and the soft red blush burned across her cheeks. Her mouth parted, lips moist as her tongue perched between them, licking her lips in anticipation.

Just the innocent, seductive look was enough to have precum leaking into my pants and my briefs dampened beneath my jeans.

I pressed my face into her folds, my tongue diving for gold as it slid into her entrance, with no teasing or taste testing. I knew what I wanted. And I was taking it.

A moan burst from her lips, thighs clamping tight around my head as I buried myself deeper between her folds. I pulled her closer, dragging her to the edge of the dresser, pressing myself harder against her, trying to reach even a few millimeters deeper.

Pain rushed over my scalp as her fingers tangled in my hair. Whether she pulled for balance or pulled in pleasure, I couldn’t care less. I was addicted.

My patience wore thin, and her taste on my tongue was like an aphrodisiac. One second, I was in control; the next, I couldn’t stop. Like water in a desert, I was desperate to swallow, and lick, and taste every drip from her and wring her dry.

My nose pressed against her lips, rubbing on the inner folds of her labia. I hadn’t even moved to her clit yet and she was already rocking against me, possessed by pleasure and lust.

Her growing moans and whimpers spurred me further, and with tricks and tantalizing twists of my tongue, her walls began to clamp down around my mouth. Feeling her near her edge, I released her entrance.