Page 17 of Savage Possession
They do that hand clap thing guys do and I can see respect for Ash reflected in the younger guy’s eyes. They are family. Maybe not by blood, which is okay. And given my recent experience, maybe preferred. I wish I could find a family who would always have my back. Right now, I’m alone in the world with my only connection to safety being Ash.
I don’t want to dwell on that particular pile of craptastic sadness so I pull myself back to the conversation.
“Good to be seen, brother. It was a little touchy there for a second.” As Ash speaks with his friend, his possessive hand on my thigh pulls all my attention. It’s warm, settling and frankly it grounds me to the here and now.
I stay quiet as he does his thing, loving the heated claim his hand holds over me. I couldn’t move from where I sit even if I wanted to.
On the entire ride here he’s drawn lazy circles over the silk of my stained dress with his thumb. But that’s not the distracting part.
He slid the silk higher with each passing minute. I acted like I didn’t notice when his hand settled on my thigh, gripping me in a way that makes me want to ease his hand higher for full contact.
Right now, he’s touching me just low enough on my inner thigh for it not to be sexual and it’s driving me crazy.
And I won’t lie. I’ve never had a man touch me like this. It’s all so new and makes me wonder what it will feel like to have him put his hands on other parts of me. Everything has moved so fast, I haven't had a chance to really think about the details.
Hmm.
While Ash discusses the state of security with the gatekeeper, an idea tugs at my brain.
I slide my hand over his lap and mirror his touch. Only I can’t reach as far down his thigh as he is on me. Because of this, I guess my hand brushes against his arousal because the deep throaty grunt he gives before fake clearing his throat is a dead giveaway. And I say arousal, because holy hell, is he hard!
And deliciously large. I have full knowledge of what tonight holds. Cold shivers fall over me from head to toe. A wildness starts to fill me and deep down my core pulsates which is not an entirely new feeling. I mean, I've never slept with a man. Twenty-three years of living under my father’s roof made sure of that. But I know self pleasure.
What I’m feeling now for the man beside me is totally different.
I let my hand slide down his thigh and then back up it to nudge against the hard ridge of his cock. I hold back and moan and then do it again to the satisfying sound of a choked-out groan.
What am I doing? I’ve never done this. I have never seduced a man. Is that even what I’m doing? I flick the annoying voice in my head away and grip his thigh, massaging the massive muscle in a way that has him inhaling deeply.
“Okay, man. Give the other patches a heads up and be on high alert. Trouble is brewing.”
With that the gates swing shut behind us with a low groan, and it feels like we’ve slipped into another world. Part magic and part just what makes this part of the world what it is.
We move into the night and just as we move out of sight from the guardhouse, Ash has me pulled over his lap. My dress is around my waist and I feel his cock begging to be freed.
My breath comes fast and God, I love how his muscles coil beneath my palms. I can feel his cock swell where it is pressed between my legs. I can’t fight the need to rock over him; to have him deep inside me. There’s only the thin material of my panties and the roughness of his jeans between us.
“Ash, I want you. Please don’t think I do this with every new guy I meet but I want to have you in ways…”
My words fall off from there because, duh! What if he doesn’t want a virgin in his bed? Talk about awkwardness.
“I know another man has never touched you, angel.” He palms either side of my face and with the help of the flickering moonlight through incoming storm clouds I watch a slow smile pull on either side of his lips.
“You’re mine and I want to prove to you just how much of me you own.”
“How much, Ash? Tell me.”
Belong to someone is a new feeling and in turn, having someone trust me enough with their emotions and heart is not lost on me.
“All of me, sweet angel. Heart, body. My fucking soul. You have all of me.”
His hand tightens on my hips, and he moves me over him. I have no chance to escape the brutal claim of his mouth on mine, his tongue sliding in slow, wet strokes as I open for him. Friction builds and I swear right now, I could lose myself in the heat and desire slowing through me for this man.
“Ash, that feels so good.” I follow his guidance and move my hips over him, rubbing my clit just right against the ridge of his cock to the point my breath and heart rate speed up. I let myself get lost in the feel of our breath mingling, of his heat capturing mine.
Darkness wraps us in this imaginary bubble and it’s just me and him. Beyond the glass windows of his truck there’s the low hum of nightlife this deep into the wilderness.
One of his hands runs through the loose lengths of my hair. He tightens his fingers around the snowy length. The hiss of his zipper and the feel of his cock spreading my slick folds drives my hips forward.
