Nothing Left to Lose, Page 20

Page 20

  Author: Kirsty Moseley

  He sucked on the spot just below my ear as his fingers started moving inside me slowly. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as my heart started to race. Not able to endure any more waiting, I shook my head, guiding his mouth back to mine again. “I’ve had enough foreplay, Ashton,” I mumbled against his lips, wriggling as my whole body seemed to get hotter and hotter by the second. Something was building inside me, some sort of frenzy.

  Ashton pulled away fractionally. A pained, disappointed frown lined his forehead. “I don’t have a condom. Do you have one?” he asked, still working his fingers inside me.

  I couldn’t answer. The ripples of desire had turned into waves – giant, intense waves that crashed over me. He was pushing me towards something, and I knew it would be good whatever it was. My blood seemed to whoosh in my ears as my insides throbbed and twitched. My back arched off the mattress as I gripped his shoulders tightly, crying out his name. For a few blissful seconds, it felt as if I was flying, as the sensations drove me higher and higher, until my body sagged and a contented sigh left my lips and all that was left was the residual ebb of pleasure and the flutter of my inner muscles.

  I swallowed, still panting for breath as I looked up at him a little confused. I’d never felt anything like that before. I’d never even dreamt that my body could feel like that. The only feelings that I’d ever had during sex were pain, disgust and shame. But at the moment, I felt incredible.

  Ashton smiled down at me, his green eyes glittering with what looked like pride as he bent to kiss me again. “Do you have a condom, Anna?” he repeated, peppering little kisses across my cheek.

  “No. ”

  He groaned quietly and pressed his face into the side of my neck, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Shifting one leg out from under him, I wrapped it around his waist, clamping him to me as I wriggled. At this point, I was past caring if I got pregnant. I wanted that flying, weightless, carefree feeling again. But this time I wanted to take him along with me. Gripping my hand in the back of his hair, I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him almost desperately as I raised my h*ps in silent invitation, desperately needing more from him because I didn’t ever want this experience to end.

  He groaned and shook his head, breaking the kiss. “We can’t. I want to, so bad, but we can’t,” he whined. His voice was pained. He almost looked as disappointed as I felt, almost, but not quite.

  My heart sank as I pressed my face into his chest and let his delicious smell fill my lungs. “Please?” I begged, clutching him closer.

  He dragged in a breath through his teeth as his shoulders stiffened under my hands. “I could pull out before I finish,” he suggested. I moved back to look at him, my pulse quickening at his words. “If you want I could do that,” he offered, looking at me curiously, his expression torn.

  Oh hell yeah! I nodded eagerly as my body rejoiced. My leg unconsciously tightened around his waist as he shifted on top of me. He gulped and cupped my face in his hands, looking me right in the eyes.

  “You really want this, Anna? You’re sure?” he asked, watching my face.

  I wasn’t even sure I had the words to describe how much I wanted it. In fact, it wasn’t a want, it was a need. I needed it to happen. “Yeah,” I confirmed, begging him with my eyes. “Please, Ashton?”

  He grinned and his hand slid down, gripping my thigh as he pushed his h*ps forward. My breath came out in one big burst as he slid home inside me and his h*ps met mine, filling me completely. He gasped, and his eyes widened as his fingers dug into my leg. “Fuck. So tight,” he grunted. “You okay?”

  I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly at the pleasure of having him inside me. “Oh hell yeah,” I confirmed, tightening my leg around his waist like a death grip in case he changed his mind and tried to get away. He grinned – probably at my over-the-top enthusiasm. His mouth claimed mine in a scorching hot kiss that seemed to wake up every part of my body, parts that I thought were long since dead.

  He built up a slow, steady rhythm. Every time he moved, my body tingled and throbbed. I was aching for something else, something more, but I didn’t even know what it was that I wanted. I actually had no idea what I was doing. Trying to match his movements, I raised my h*ps to meet his. My moans were bordering on obscene as I leant forward and bit his shoulder gently, moaning against his skin, muffling the sound. Every move he made was gentle and caring; his hands worshipped my body and his mouth never once seemed to leave my skin.

  As perspiration glistened on his forehead and his back started to get slightly slick under my fingers, my body was screaming at me for something. Seeming to sense it too, he gripped my other leg and guided that around his waist too before his hand slid to the small of my back, lifting my behind off the mattress a little as he continued to thrust into me. The new angle changed the feel of it completely, seeming to allow him deeper inside me. I gasped, bending my head and kissing his chest gratefully.

  “Okay?” he asked breathlessly, as he thrust a little harder this time.

  I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as every nerve in my body seemed to spark and flicker. “Please don’t stop,” I begged, tightening my legs on him.

  He chuckled, slamming home again. “I won’t,” he whispered, as I ran my fingers through his already messy hair. “Fuck. So good,” he moaned, looking down at me through heavily-lidded, clearly awed eyes.

  The same sensation was building like an inferno inside me. My eyes narrowed as I pressed my mouth against his, ravishing his mouth with my tongue. As if he knew I was close to my end too, his fingers bit into my butt as he sped up. The friction he was creating inside me was almost too much to bear. In an attempt to get him impossibly closer, I raised my quivering legs even higher, lifting most of my body off the bed. He grunted and seemed to lose control of himself as he slammed into me harder and harder, moaning my name.

  My orgasm hit me like a train, even more powerful than the last time. My whole body seemed to convulse and shake as I squeezed my eyes shut. He groaned my name as my inner muscles tightened around him, trying to force him to cl**ax.

  He pulled out of me quickly and his body tensed too, coming onto my stomach. I watched the way his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw tightened, listening to the sexy, little moan of pleasure he made as he finished too. He slumped down on top of me, pinning me down on the mattress with his weight, but it was a pleasant weight, it felt comforting somehow.

  I closed my eyes and smiled as he peppered little kisses around the base of my throat. My whole body was spent. My muscles felt like jelly as I struggled to catch my breath. He sighed contentedly, lifting his weight off me, only to plop down at my side and throw a heavy arm across my torso. As he moved and our bodies brushed together, I could feel the evidence of his cl**ax on my stomach.

  I rolled to my side so I was facing him. He was watching me with a contented smile on his face. A soft giggle escaped my lips because of his awed expression. The way he was looking at me made my tummy flutter due to the intensity of it. I smiled and reached up, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead, guiding it to stand up on end. I chuckled wickedly as it stayed in that position. Messy sex hair certainly suited him.

  “Well, I’d say you just added a whole new chapter to the ‘how to be a bodyguard’ book. I don’t think I’ve ever had a person guard my body that closely before,” I teased, blushing as I said it.

  He laughed and tightened his arm across my body, clamping me to his side. “Mmm, I think I’m gonna be good at this body guarding job. I take my job incredibly seriously,” he purred, trailing his fingers down my spine, making me shiver.

  “Ashton, do you mind if I count that as my first time? I mean, my real first time wasn’t something I want to remember. ” The words tumbled from my mouth before I could even contemplate how embarrassing they would be. I winced, horrified.

  “I would be honoured, Miss Spencer,” he replied, dipping his
head and kissing me softly.

  I smiled against his mouth, slipping one arm around his neck. When his arm tightened on me and he rolled onto his back, I squeaked, giggling as I was dragged on top of him. His hand slipped down to cup my ass as the kiss deepened, growing in intensity again. When the kiss finally broke, I dragged in a ragged breath. The room seemed to be too hot and stuffy. I needed a little air. Gulping nervously, I sat up, straddling him. He smiled up at me, folding one arm under his head as his other hand drew a lazy pattern on my thigh.

  The way he was looking at me made a blush creep up my neck and spread across my face. Neither of us spoke. Suddenly, my cell phone started vibrating on my bedside cabinet, cutting through the silence and making us both jump. Leaning over and snagging the phone from the side, I frowned down at the number that belonged to my father.

  “Dad?” I answered, suddenly now very aware that I was n**ed with my near guard laid out between my thighs.

  Ashton’s body jerked as his eyes widened.

  “Hi, Annabelle. I wanted to speak to Agent Taylor, but he’s not answering his cell. I wondered if he was with you?” my dad quizzed.

  My mouth popped open in shock as I tried to come up with some lie that would placate him. “Um, no Ashton’s not with me. ” I winced, looking at him for help. “I think he said he was going for… er…” Ashton suddenly used his hand to mime his fingers dancing across the palm of his hand. I raised one eyebrow. “A dance class?” I guessed. Ashton chuckled quietly, shaking his head and slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand.

  “A dance class?” my father repeated incredulously.

  I closed my eyes as I suddenly realised what Ashton was actually miming. Someone running. Hmm, that would have been a better excuse. I sighed. “Dad, look, I don’t know where he is, alright? For all I know he could be at a dance class. He’s probably gone for a run or something,” I snapped, covering the mouthpiece of my phone as Ashton’s chuckle turned into an outright laugh.

  “Right, okay, well if you see him, could you ask him to come and speak to me about some arrangements for next week?” my dad requested.