Page 70 of Thorns and Ashes
“You’re a coward fighting so hard against the truth,” she replies, breath coming fast as her chest rises and falls with every angry breath. “Iknowyou want me, Levi. It’s pretty obvious now, don’t you think?” Her eyes drag down the front of my body where the evidence of her accusation rests.
This damn smart-ass attitude of hers, I swear. She holds her ground, standing before me like a woman who knows exactly what her endgame is, while I’ve never been more confused. Thunder sounds in the distance, but it’s no match for the storm that’s raging inside of me.
I run my hand through my hair, getting worked up and angrier the longer we stay in this silent push and pull, both refusing to back down.
“A coward?” I huff. “Tell me then, Tris. What is it that you want?”
A wicked grin crosses her face, making my pulse race. “Come see for yourself,” she says, sliding her foot and parting her legs slightly as an invitation.
“Fuck it,” I growl before closing the gap between us.
“Is this what you want?” I press my body into hers until she’s pinned between me and the porch beam.
My hand comes up over her chest and neck until my fingers are wrapped around her throat. I look into her eyes for any sense of hesitation or fear, but they only seem to ignite further, so I add pressure, holding her in place.
Leaning forward, my lips graze her ear as my other hand travels down the length of her curves until it reaches the edge of her dress and soft skin. “Were you thinking about me tonight and all the ways I can make you come?”
She arches her back in a silent invitation as my fingers slide further past the material and trail between her legs. As my fingers trace over her center in slow, tantalizing strokes, her breathing hitches under my control and becomes more and more uneven with every pass. “Answer me,” I command, tightening my grip slightly around her neck as I pinch the most sensitive part of her.
“Yes,” she moans, her knees almost buckling from the shock of nerves as I release her clit. Satisfaction courses through my veins as her body responds to me effortlessly. Slowly she begins to rock her hips against my hand, relieving some of the pressure building between her legs.
“Was driving me crazy part of your plan when you decided not to wear underwear?” My thumb leaves her neck and pulls down on her bottom lip while my other hand continues its torture. “Anyone’s hands could have found this naked pussy tonight.” I slap my hand on her clit, eliciting another moan from her.
“Not anyone’s, Levi,” she says between panting breaths. “Only yours.”
At her confession, I delve my fingers into her pussy, and her hips pick up speed.
“Fuck, Tris,” I grunt, unable to think straight with the way she looks as she rides my hand.
I rub my thumb across her clit between every thrust of my fingers. She’s so wet for me that she coats my hand. I listen to every moan that leaves her lips and watch as waves of pleasure rock through her. My own need presses almost painfully against my pants, but watching her come undone like this for me is worth every second.
“Let me hear that dirty mouth make those pretty sounds for me.” I increase the pressure, listening to her body and what she needs.
Moan after moan escapes her lips until her face transforms as she reaches her climax. Her nails dig into my shoulders as wave after wave of pure ecstasy wrack her body. Her head falls back as she attempts to catch her breath.
Slowly, I slide my fingers out of her and feel her body shudder in their absence. The evidence of her orgasm glistens on my fingers as I bring them to her mouth. Without needing to be told what to do, she opens her lips with a sated and lustful grin and wraps them around my fingers. She swirls her tongue around them and sucks them clean before slowly dragging them out.
She looks up at me through dark, wet lashes and slowly drops to her knees. “My turn to play.”
There’s no time to protest before she unzips my jeans and takes me into her mouth. She watches me through her lashes, and I groan as her tongue wraps around the head of my cock before taking the whole shaft in one agonizing stroke. When I reach the back of her throat, she groans, sending me into a frenzy.
“Fuck, Tris. You’re so good. Is this what you want? You want me to fuck your pretty face?”
She responds by bobbing her head faster and letting her tongue explore. When I’ve all but lost my senses, I grip the back of her head, threading my fingers in her rain-soaked hair, taking control of the rhythm.
Everything I’ve felt for months comes to the surface, all the anger, the need, the frustration, the desire, the torment I’ve put myself through, and with it, my cock drives faster, harder into her mouth until I’m no longer worried about anything but my pleasure. Her muffled moans turn into gags as I pound harder into her, gripping the back of her head tighter until my balls tighten and I find my release at the back of her throat.
All at once, the moment catches up and crashes down on me. I look down in time to see Tris pull back, gasping for air. Her mascara now runs down her face, and her hair is a mess.
What have I done?
Iback away, concealing my shame and retreating into my house without another word. I’ve ruined everything. I turn the shower on, getting in before it has time to warm up, and slam my palm against the wall. I wanted her, but not like that. I could blame the whiskey, but I gave up control willingly, and she paid the price.
Instead of taking things slow and exploring whatever it is between us, I’ve taken it and, in one selfish act, completely destroyed any hope for a future. She deserved to be treasured,cherished. Instead, I poured all my brokenness into her and used her as a balm for wounds that were never hers to heal.
When I step out of the shower, I can hardly stand my reflection in the mirror. I thought I knew what it felt like to hate myself before, but there’s a rock now sitting at the bottom of my stomach, and this is a new layer of shame that I’m not sure I deserve to crawl out from under.
What. Have. I. Done.
