Page 68 of Dangerous Men
The next one he brings out is bigger.
I shake my head immediately.
“Why?” he asks, sounding genuinely curious. “What’s wrong with this one?”
“That’s… too big,” I tell him. But, the idea of it, of putting that inside me…
I clench, trying to hide the movement. But I’m pressed so hard against him, I’m sure he feels me wriggling against his hip.
“Too big?” he repeats, looking between the toy and me. “I saw you take three of Alec’s fingers, Babygirl. This isn’t that much bigger.”
Isn’t it? It looks huge, even in Ash’s massive hands.
Before I can summon a response, Ash sets the toy on the table and takes my hand in his.
“This? This is much, much bigger,” he says, pressing my palm against the bulge in his pants.
Oh mygod.
I squeeze reflexively, and a shudder goes through him, his head tipping back with a groan. He’s massive. I run my hand over the length, through the fabric of his pants, mouth dry with need.
Itisbigger than the toy. Much bigger. I think back to Alec, the sheer size of him during our video call. Could I take that much? Would it even fit?
“Fuck, if you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to control myself,” Ash groans, hips jerking forward under my touch.
I realize I’ve been stroking him this entire time, lost in thought, and I pull my hand back quickly.
“Sorry,” I murmur.
“You don’t ever have to be sorry about touching me,” Ash assures me with a grin. “But let me return the favor.”
Pivoting on the couch, Ash moves over me, pushing me down against the cushions with his body and lying down on top of me.
I feel so small underneath him, and I love it. His hands slide under the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my shoulders, pulling it off me.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he says softly, against the skin of my neck, kissing down to my collarbone. “Alec would kill me for being with you first. But I really want to play with you.Can I?”
Alec. Hearing his name from Ash’s mouth as he touches me summons a wave of guilt.
“Would… would he—” I start to ask. Ash’s mouth closes over my nipple through the fabric of my bra, and the words disappear into a gasp.
“He won’t be mad,” Ash promises. The bra is gone a second later, tossed aside, and when his mouth returns with no fabric between him and my nipple, I arch into him with a breathy moan. “He bought these for you, remember? I’m just helping you play with them, that’s all. No harm there, right?”
Somehow, that logic doesn’t quite track, but I can’t think rationally with the things his mouth is doing to me. It’s even worse when he kisses down my stomach, licking and nibbling at my hip bones as he pulls off my pants.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already, aren’t you?” he says, kissing up my leg and to my center. He rolls his knuckles over the soaked front of my underwear, eliciting another moan from me. “I love these panties, Babygirl. You look so fucking hot right now.”
At least today I’d been prepared. After my call with Alec, I’d wanted to feel sexy, even if no one saw, so I picked out a risqué black lace thong to wear. A huge step up from the panties Alec saw me in.
“But beautiful as these are, they have got to go,” Ash tells me, lifting my hips up so he can pull my panties off, sliding them down my legs.
“Don’t you dare pocket those,” I tell him, breathless from his attention. “They were expensive, and they’remine.”
Ash chuckles, setting them aside.
“Anything you say, Babygirl.” He grins. “I’ll buy you a whole store of them if you want.”
His knuckles roll over me again, this time without any fabric between us, and I moan, arching up for more contact.
