Carnal House

Falling fast.-Ryker

Ash’s breathing leveled out next to me. We weren’t touching but I could feel him, his warmth, and f**k he smelled amazing.

Marlon Brando came on screen, flirting his way into a woman’s good graces. I shifted, trying to get comfortable, to relieve the ache that had started when he walked out of the bathroom without his shirt on. What is it with this house, my control is shot. I pressed my thighs together hoping for relief, but none came, my only saving grace was that Ash was asleep.

I sighed quietly, shifting again.

“You better do something about that, kitten.” Ash said his voice deeper with sleep. My heart kicked; I was trying so hard not to wake him.

“I’m sorry I just can’t get comfortable.” I lied; his bed was sinfully comfortable.

“Don’t lie to me, kitten, I can feel your need from here. It isn’t going away, do something about it.” He said with what sounded like a smile, he was still turned away from me so I couldn’t see for sure.

“Easier said than done. I’m right-handed, and I didn’t exactly pack for a sleepover.” I said, shifting uncomfortably again. Ash lifted on his elbows and looked at me.

“Toys aren’t my thing, Connor has the collection, I can ask him for you, or you can let me help.” He offered, a stab of fear hits me when he mentioned asking Connor for a vibrator, and then again when he offered to help.

“I don’t think Fox would appreciate me sleeping with one of his best friends.” I said, trying to laugh off his offer like it was ludicrous.

“Kitten, anything that happens between us in this room is entirely up to you as well as who gets to know what. If you don’t want s*x, we don’t have s*x. Not being a nun and all, you know there are other ways for me to make you come.” I couldn’t help the blush that crept up my cheeks, or noticing how strong he looked, the line of his back, how it would feel to run my fingers along it.

“Isn’t it wrong for me to feel like this after…” I shouldn’t want to be touched after what happened, right? Is there something wrong with me?

“Do you feel safe here, in this house, in this bed with me?” He asked, such a simple question. I just nod my head at him.

“No s*x?” I asked breathily. He shook his head. “And Fox doesn’t have to know?” Another shake of his head. I licked my lips and nodded.

“I need to hear a yes, or no, kitten.” I hesitated for a second, shifting again because this line of conversation made me feel my heartbeat in my core.

“Yes, Ash.” He didn’t hesitate for a second, pulling me to him by my hips, making me yelp with surprise, settling on his knees between my thighs my knees resting against his hips. His touch was feather light on my thighs.

“Tell me what you want, kitten.” That caught me off guard.

“I-I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.” I said, suddenly very self-conscious under his gaze. He leaned down; his hand braced on the mattress beside my head.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” I nodded.

“Words, kitten.”

“Yes.” He pressed his lips against mine, gentle at first, then probing, my heart races as his tongue traces my bottom lip. I open for him, his tongue gliding against mine as I moan against his mouth.