Page 104 of Ashley & the A-Listers

His touch shifted on her other breast, taking the nipple between two fingers, rolling gently. A line of heat licked right down her spine, and she clenched around nothing.

She widened her legs, letting Dylan fall comfortably between them, and they both hummed softly in unison as she felt the bulge of him against her.

Ashley rocked her hips up into him, and he rolled into her. While it wasn’t enough to truly stimulate her, just the mimicry of what was to come made her shiver, cunt welling with arousal.

Dylan switched to her other breast, and she gasped, attempting to keep quiet as ever as the cool air chilled the one he’d left behind.

Instead of plucking at the other with his free hand, he was slipping that hand between them, laying a palm over her sideand sliding it over her stomach, which fluttered beneath his touch.

His thumb caressed the skin beneath her waistband, and Ashley twitched her hips into him, a hint.

He released her nipple with apop,the tug a direct line to her cunt, and she bit her lip to keep from making a noise.

He hooked two fingers into either side of her leggings and tugged. Ashley let go of his shoulders and pressed into her palms to lift her hips, and he dragged them down her long legs easily. They landed in a heap on the floor, and she chuckled softly at his eagerness.

At least until Dylan faced her, his mouth going slack as he stared.

Ashley felt powerful under his gaze, rendering him speechless like that. Bravely, she rocked her right knee over, baring herself to him.

A growl, a noise she’d never heard from him, rumbled low and deep before he crawled back over her. She’d never been more aware of the fact that Dylan was no longer the boy she was in love with, but a man. An alpha.

She lowered herself flat to the mattress as he loomed, slotting between her legs low enough that she could feel his breath against her.

His palms were hot against her inner thighs as he spread her wider, and Ashley felt the cool air play between her folds.

“Dylan,” she whispered, because it was either that orhurry up.

“I know, I know, I’m going,” he murmured, and nuzzled at her inner thigh, scent marking her.

The idea that Cam and River would know what they’d done just from scent alone was… titillating.

He nipped at her and she jolted, nervous and anticipatory and wishing he would?—

“Oh!” she gasped, practically a squeak, as he lapped at her.

She covered her mouth, tensing as if to listen for movement throughout the huge apartment, but Dylan didn’t pause. Like a teenager hooking up in the dark, she stifled herself and tried not to laugh at the juxtaposition.

He parted her with two fingers, and once he had the taste of her on his tongue, he wrapped his lips around her clit. The sensation was enough for her hips to lift from the mattress, to chase him, but he pinned her down with a strong hand against her hip bone.

Christ, Ashley had athingfor being pinned, and there was no way he would know that, but somehow he was ticking all of her boxes.

She melted beneath him, reaching down to thread a hand in his dark hair, but only to hold on, because he didn’t need much directing.

The suction lessened, but only so he could flick his tongue over her swollen bud, and Ashley hissed out a “fuck, yes, yes” as quietly as she could.

He kept a steady, even rhythm, despite Ashley’s hips trying to lift against him, arching for more.

It swelled within her, a balloon in her gut, and every single flick of his tongue or press of his fingers into her hip, holding her in place for him, brought her closer.

His refusal to pause, the lack of reprieve—Ashley had no choice but to let him drag her to the edge, and promptly throw her off with no warning.

Ashley covered her mouth, bit her lip, and wanted to moan, but swallowed it as she gasped raggedly against her palm, hips rocking against his hold as the pressure gave way to something better, hotter.

Dylan kept his mouth on her, but his fingers dipped lower, and he gave her something to clench around. His first digit slid in with ease, her arousal slick.

“Christ,” he finally muttered as he felt her alpha lock clench down. “So fucking tight.”

Ashley let her arm fall away, freeing her mouth. “It’s the lock. You can’t knot me,” she said.

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