Page 47 of Unbinding the Demon
His warm hand squeezed mine as he led me downstairs to the front door. He grabbed a black umbrella while I put on my jacket, and we headed out onto the porch. “We only have one umbrella, so you’re going to need to stayveryclose to me.” He flashed a mischievous grin my way while opening it.
I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body against his. “Is this close enough?” I teased.
“Well, I’d prefer if our clothes weren’t in the way, but it will do...for now.” He placed his hand on my butt, and we scurried through the rain and puddles over to the car.
He held the umbrella over me as I slipped into the passenger seat, and blatantly stared at my bare thighs with a dorky smirk. As I placed my hat on the back seat, he walked around to the driver’s side, the dark, rainy night obscuring his figure. It reminded me of the night he’d kidnapped me, and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.
He slipped into the car and raised a brow. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, I was just remembering that time you kidnapped me like a fucking madman.”
He threw his head back and chuckled. “Yes, well, it all worked out, didn’t it?” His hand reached over and caressed the faded pink bite mark on my neck. It was like he was in a daze for a moment; then he snapped out of it and cleared his throat. “I’m surprised we’re going to this. I thought you hated clubs,” he mentioned as he started to drive.
“I do, but tonight’s show is important to William.”
“Yes, I gathered that by how much he was talking about it at the bonfire last week. And also by the way he gave literally everyone there a lap dance to practice his moves.”
The heavy rain had let up once we were about halfway to the club. We had taken a thickly wooded shortcut to get to the center of town. The headlights illuminated twinkling beads of water that clung to the branches and dying leaves overhead. A blanket of thick mist drifted across the road and swirled behind us as we drove by.
Ashton’s hand was leisurely caressing along my inner thigh, and every now and then brushing over my panties. His sensual touch was causing heat to rise in the pit of my stomach, and I could barely handle it. I wanted to squirm and feel those fingers deep inside me. So, I decided to be a bit of a wicked witch and wiggled out of my jacket. I turned to face him and lustfully glanced down at the bulge in his pants. I then trailed my gaze back up to his face while biting my lower lip, placing my hand over his crotch.
“What in Satan’s glorious name do you think you’re doing?” His gaze snapped back and forth between me and the road a few times.
“Oh, nothing.” I used my best attempt at a seductress voice, and then bit my lip again...“Ooof!”
The car swerved frantically to the side of the road, throwing me against him, and came to an abrupt halt. He leapt out of the car like it was on fire, then ran around to my side and ripped the door open.“Get out of the fucking car!”He menacingly loomed over me as he pointed to the woods with a strenuous, almost angry expression.
Oh shit...
I wasn’t sure if I had actually angered him or not, so I didn’t comply right away. My wide, frightened eyes stared up at him with uncertainty. “Oh, I um... I didn’t mean—”
What could only be described as a demonic roar erupted from him as he yanked me out of the car.“Ashton!”I screamed as he threw me over his shoulder and ran into the misty woods like a lecherous savage. He then pinned me against a large, dying maple tree. The coarse, damp bark pressed into my back as he feverishly kissed along my neck. His hands roughly roamed over my breasts, using his thumbs to pop my erect nipples out of my low-cut corset.
I brought my hands up and pushed on his chest. “Wait,” I said, struggling to catch my breath.
“What?” His mouth stilled and pulled away, but his hands remained latched onto my bosom.
“I want to do something. Just trust me,” I said, while looking into his crazed eyes.
He instantly complied and took a step back, with a few twigs crunching beneath his boots. I grabbed onto his strong arms and guided his towering frame around so that his back was now against the tree. The mist swirled around us, and cold drops of rainwater fell from leaves and twigs onto my skin. The damp smell of dirt and decaying leaves mixed wonderfully with his masculine scent, setting my senses alight.
“Buttercup, what are you—”
I cut him off by pulling his head down and standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss, which he returned with fiery passion. His lips were so soft, yet so rough against my own. His tongue demanded access and forced its way into my mouth. Large hands gripped my butt, and I pressed myself closer against him. I broke the kiss and looked into his ambery, lust-filled eyes. My hands began sensuously gliding down his muscular torso as I slowly knelt down while maintaining eye contact. Every hard ripple of muscle that my fingers slid over had me growing wetter and wetter.
Once my face was eye level with the massive bulge in his pants, I leaned in and kissed his cock through the fabric. My mouth moved sensually along the black denim until I found the top of his zipper and latched onto it with my teeth. I still didn’t break eye contact as I slowly unzipped it with my mouth. My hands trembled slightly as I undid the button and freed his turgescent hard-on. I licked the little bead of pre-cum away and then worked my magic by sucking his tip into my mouth.
“Fuck...” He emitted a low growl while tangling his hands in my hair.
I swirled and flicked my tongue over his tip, cradling his heavy balls with one hand. My mouth danced kisses and licks up and down along his length before wrapping my lips around him again and sucking him deep into my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth, using my free hand to cover what I couldn’t take in. He let out a deep, husky moan as he grabbed my head even tighter. His fingernails felt oddly sharp, but I paid no attention to it. I was too enraptured by his masculine flavor and the erotic feeling of his throbbing dick in my mouth.
“Buttercup...I—” He lost control and began forcefully thrusting into my mouth.
I did my best to keep the suction on his shaft, but he was so fast and violent. He growled even louder, and then I tasted his sweet and spicy cum explode into my mouth. When I tried to peer at him, his hands firmly held my face against his crotch so I couldn’t look up. His essence continued to pour out in rivers down my throat. I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much that some dripped out and trickled down my chin.
“You wicked little witch,” he teased, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a satisfied grin on his face.
I wiped my mouth, stood up, and brushed the dirt from my knees. “We should get going; I don’t want us to be late.” I smirked and turned to walk back toward the car.
