Page 64 of Lucas

Lying on his couch spread open to his stare while he talked on the phone was a strange mix of self consciousness and anticipation. He already knew she was wet for him and there would be no doubt about it at all now.

“Bruce, give me five minutes but stay on the line.” He muted the phone again and then he was back in front of her. He sank to his knees and grabbed her around each thigh, jolting her body forward until she was perched on the edge of the couch.

He trailed his fingers up the inside of her legs and washes of goose bumps followed his touch. When his thumbs lid along the sides of her lips, holding her open so that he could lean down and tap her clit with his tongue, Bria’s hips jerked in reaction.

Stars danced in her vision. Nothing had ever felt like that before. Her legs shook and currents were zipping from her center. It was almost too much and she tried to shimmy backwards, but he held her in his tight grip and dragged his tongue up and down, lavishing her center with velvety heat.

Each stroke made her stomach tighten and something inside ignited. Air lodged in her lungs and her exhale stuttered from her lips. It was too much. Not enough. She rocked her hips mindlessly, caught up in the building pleasure he drew from her.

His pace was maddening, slow and steady, but she wanted, no needed him to move faster. Instead he kept the same maddening pace until every nerve ending in her body had been stretched to its limit.

He looked up from between her legs, eyes burning with intense hunger.

“Your pussy tastes even better than I thought it would. Amazing,” he told her.

There was nothing indifferent or cold in his gaze now. His eyes were almost completely black and full of dark promises.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

“Ashton,” he ground out. “I want to hear you say my name when you come.” He went back to stroking along her swollen clit and the tension coiled higher, tighter.

The few times she’d managed to have an orgasm on her own ended up feeling unsatisfying. She thought maybe she was broken or abnormal. Ashton slid a finger into her pussy and slowly moved it in and out while his tongue continued the toe curling assault on her clit.

“Oh god,” she moaned when he added a second finger.

She reached down and threaded her fingers into his hair, tightening her grip and urging him to go faster. The tension was spiraling higher and higher and she strained to lift her hips against his mouth.

Ashton lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and pinned the other against the couch, holding her spread open so that his fingers hit a spot inside that made her clench against them with every thrust.

Blood pounded in her head. Every muscle in her body tensed and she teetered right on the edge of something huge. He drove his fingers into her and pressed against that spot and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Pleasure coiled so tight that it stole her breath. Then he gently grazed his teeth over the hardened nub and everything crashed over her in waves of brilliant lights and sensation, completely undoing her. She bowed off the couch, her back arched and frozen as the climax washed through her body.

“Ashton.” His name fell from her lips in a deep groan and she lifted her hips, rocking against his mouth and fingers. His hot tongue pressed against her clit drawing out the orgasm until she didn’t think she could take any more.

Bria sucked in ragged breaths. Her entire body trembled and jerked with mini bursts of pleasure. Ashton slipped his fingers free but ran his tongue over her slit, sinking inside and then back out before covering her pussy with open mouthed kisses.

The room swam in hazy circles around her and it took everything she had to try and focus. Holy shit. That was the most intense thing she had ever felt in her life.

Satisfaction sank down into her bones and she wanted to burrow down into a bed of feathers like a contented cat. Ashton shifted and she let her fingers loosen from his hair. Her hands fell weak at her side.

She should say something to him. Was thank you too formal? Apparently orgasming that hard caused slight mental incapacity. Maybe they should test that theory just to be sure.

Bria looked between her legs where Ashton kneeled and her breath caught at the sight of him, his hair a tousled mess, his chin slick with her release. Would he take his pants off now? She wanted to see his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers around it and see what it felt like. And she really wanted to know what it would feel like inside her.

Her heated skin pebbled under his stare.

When he stood, she held her breath, anxious to find out what else he wanted her to do. He bent down and picked up her panties then held them out to her. She slid her feet to the floor and took them. Heat climbed her neck as she slid them on and stood up on wobbly legs to straighten her skirt.

Confusion painted her insides with ice as she watched him move back behind his desk. A glance had shown her that he was hard. Wasn’t his release the next logical step?

When he met her gaze, her stomach flipped. The heat was gone. The mask of indifference was back. What the hell was going on? Bria stood there, her hands clasped in front of her, waiting. He looked like he might say something, but then his eyebrows drew down.

“I’d like these notes on my desk by eight tomorrow morning. That will be all Ms. Long.” Ashton reached forward and picked up the phone. “Bruce? Good, now tell me again what the hell went wrong again…”

And just like that, Bria was dismissed. It was as if he hadn’t just used his tongue to get her off on his leather couch, demanded she cry out his name. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She wanted to ask him what the hell just happened but no words would come out. There she stood, her skin still damp from the insane orgasm he had wrung from her minutes ago, burning with humiliation.

“Bruce hold on a sec.” He looked up at her and exhaled. “Is there something else you need, Ms. Long?”