The Fling Apple, page 12
“And you would do this?”
“I mean, not at the beach, but definitely in a private place. I don’t get a lot of alone time to myself. If I ever do it, I’ll let you know how it works out for me.”
Little did she know, I was already planning on how to have front row seats to her downward dog in my face.
Chapter 16
—Ashton—
Since this was our first trip together, I decided staying in our own room would be better than crashing on Cain’s catamaran. I didn’t know if Sage was a screamer yet, and the last thing I wanted was someone ruining the moment between us if she was being too loud.
I flew her all the way to St. Thomas just to hear her scream my name, and no one was going to fuck it up for me.
Sawyer booked a suite in the same hotel as us, and I imagined it was for the same reasons. The little time I’d spent with Aspyn was enough for me to know she was a firecracker, and I’d bet my right nut she was a spitfire in the bedroom too. We were staying at The Marriott Frenchman’s Cove, and I booked a suite with a balcony overlooking the water.
I made a great living as a real estate agent. Being the ladies’ man came in handy for selling a home. I knew what women wanted, the kitchen and master closet were always the best-selling points of any house, and I made sure my clients were happy. I sold more homes than anyone in my division in the last year alone, coming in first for quarterly sales.
I worked hard and played even harder.
But for the next week, Sage was my only priority.
“Wow,” she breathed out, walking into our place.
I was used to being in expensive, lavish homes; however, the view to the Caribbean crystal blue water in this suite was probably one of the sickest views I’d ever seen. Still, I watched Sage take everything in because she was quite the sight. This might sound cliché as fuck, but the water was only the second-best view in front of my eyes.
The smile on her face was enough to bring any man to his knees, and I resisted the urge to do exactly that.
“I have a surprise for you.”
She glanced in my direction. “Ashton, you’re too much. What more of a surprise could you possibly give me other than this trip?”
She was glowing.
Fucking radiant.
Bright, shining, stunning.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’ve never seen a woman before.”
“Not one like you.” I nodded toward the bedroom, and she narrowed her eyes at me. “This is where I’m going to need you to get naked. Today is the day.”
“For what?”
“For me to make you come.”
Her gaze widened.
“Better hurry before the water gets cold, Sage.”
“The water?”
Grabbing her hand, I led her into our bedroom. Going straight for what I asked the hotel to do for her before we landed. I wanted her to really relax on this trip. What better way to begin than with her naked and wet.
During our conversations on the phone, I noticed that Sage was extremely busy most of the time. It was hard to get her to myself, even for a phone call. She didn’t talk much about her life, and it was what I wanted to know about the most. She kept our conversations focused on me, despite my efforts to get to know her better.
It was almost like she was hiding something. I could tell by the sound of her voice when I reverted our talks back to her. She had no interest in telling me what I casually asked and craved to know. Not to mention, she’d mute our call sometimes when we chatted. I noticed when the line would go silent.
Why couldn’t I hear what was happening at her house?
One of my goals of this trip was to figure out what she was holding back on.
Was it me?
If our relationship was going to keep heading in the direction that it was, then I needed her to open up. This was a two-way street, and so far, it felt very one-sided.
“You made me a bubble bath?” she asked with glossy eyes when we made it to the bathroom, showcasing a huge tub.
I had the staff go all out.
Bubbles.
Rose pedals.
Bath bombs.
Even that shit that was called bath salts.
A bottle of Dom Perignon chilled in the corner of the tub.
“I can’t take all the credit. The staff put this together for you.”
“Ashton, this is… I mean… I don’t…” She shook her head, trying to gather her words. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m making you wet.”
She blushed, and it was my new favorite shade of red.
“Now, get naked for me.”
“You first.”
I grinned. “No, sweetness, this is for you. Not for me.”
“What about us?”
“We have the rest of the week to focus on us. Right now, this is about you. For you. From me.” Slipping my fingers into the thin strap of her dress, I knew Sage was shy, and I didn’t mind helping her get undressed.
Her breathing hitched the moment she felt my fingers on her silky skin. In one swift motion, her dress hit the floor and pooled at her feet. She stood there, only wearing untouched silk panties. My predatory stare rolled over her body as I snatched the sides of her panties and slid them down her luscious thighs and ass. Getting on my knees in front of her, I dragged her panties to the floor, and she stepped out of them.
Through hooded eyes, I looked up at her while she gazed down at me with a heady expression I recognized.
“Need me to eat anything while I’m down here?”
She smiled. “That smile is going to be the end of me.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, and your pussy.”
“My bath is getting cold.”
Only because I couldn’t fucking resist, I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the slit of her pussy. I groaned when the tip of my tongue slightly touched her clit. She tasted like everything I ever wanted and didn’t think I could ever have.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth parted as if she couldn’t believe I’d just done that.
“Trust me, baby—I want nothing more than to put your pretty pink pussy on my face, but right now, I only get a taste. Get in that bubble bath before I change my mind, Sage, and have you come in my mouth instead.”
She hesitated, and I didn’t resist. I spanked her ass, causing her to yelp.
“Be my good girl, sweetness, and listen, or I’ll have no mercy on you in a second.”
On unsteady legs, Sage did as she was told, and I took the opportunity to take in her delicious ass. She was curvy in all the right places with an hourglass figure that most women would kill for. I for one couldn’t wait to ravish her body from here to Kingdom Come.
Once she was sitting in the tub, I let her do her thing, giving her the privacy she said she didn’t have on our flight. After about thirty minutes, I got antsy and impatient, deciding that it was time to give her a happy ending. I strode into the bathroom with the determination of a man possessed, and in a way, I was.
Coming up behind her in the tub, I sat on the edge with her back to my front. She was wearing her ear pods, listening to music, and didn’t hear me come in. Her eyes were shut, her lips puckered, her skin slightly flush from the hot water. The bubbles and jets blocked my view of her perfect body.
Although, I could still see the top of her tits. My cock was rock hard, straining against my swim trunks. Begging to be set free, except this wasn’t about me.
This was all about her.
The last time I had my hands on her, it didn’t turn out as I’d hoped, and I wanted to make it up to her.
Careful not to disturb her sanctuary, laying there in a bubble bath made for a queen, I set my legs beside her body and placed hers in between mine.
Not wanting to startle her, I pulled out her left ear pod. “It’s me, sweetness.”
She peered up at me with the biggest smile on her face. “Are you joining me now?”
I shook my head. “Close your eyes.”
“What are you planning in that head of yours?”
“Close your eyes, and you’ll find out.”
After a couple of seconds of her questioning eyes, she shut them.
“So tell me, Sage. Other than the allergic reaction I gave you last week, when was the last time you were touched?”
“What?” she replied, taken aback.
“Kissed? Loved on? When was the last time someone made you come?”
She lowered her eyebrows in a contemplating gesture.
I grinned. “That long, huh?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“Great, seeing as I don’t plan on talking about other men when I’m with you. Let me give you what you need,” I paused, allowing my words to linger and then drawled, “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing using your battery-operated boyfriend and how the Energizer Bunny doesn’t have shit on your man.”
Her eyes immediately opened. “What?”
“Did I stutter?”
“Ashton, did you just say you’re my man? You can’t just—”
“I can’t? Tell me, sweetness, what else can’t I do?”
“Ashton, please…”
My hand slid down her body into her bubble bath until it was where I wanted it to be the most.
Her cunt.
“Okay, but only because you asked so nicely.”
For the first time in my life, I was touching a woman who felt like she’d belonged to me from the moment I’d laid eyes on her eight years ago. My touch made her shutter. The feel of my fingers made her lips part.
“No Band-Aid this time.”
She smirked, and it lit up her entire face. “You make me laugh.”
“I’m also going to make you come. But tell me first, if you’re allergic to latex how do you—”
“I’m on the pill.”
I jerked back, not liking her response.
“You know there are more reasons to take birth control than—”
“I’m not concerned with anyone else’s reasons but yours.”
“I’ve never had unprotected sex, and I carry around latex-free condoms. To answer your question, I don’t have sex that often. I don’t like answering questions like the ones you’re asking me. Besides, who wants to sleep with the girl who carries around latex-free condoms?”
Softly, I brushed the tips of my fingers against her bare folds.
“I don’t have sex without a condom, though, so…”
“I don’t have sex without a condom either, Sage. What kind of man do you think I am? I have no intention of becoming a father anytime soon.”
She flinched, unable to hide it.
What was that? “Something I said?”
“Your hand is rubbing my … me.”
Ignoring the sudden shift in the pit of my stomach, I continued with my descent. If she wasn’t willingly going to answer my questions, then I was going to fingerfuck it out of her.
“When was the last time you used Ashton?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Were you envisioning me fucking my fist while you touched your pussy, Sage?”
“So the dirty talk only gets dirtier when your hand is in between my legs?”
“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”
“Ashton—”
“When was the last you got off?”
“I…”
Leaning forward, my mouth slid down her neck toward the top of her breasts.
“I mean…”
“I’m sorry, am I distracting you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I moved my fingers toward her clit. “Answer or I’ll stop.”
“I… I can’t… I mean … sometimes it’s hard for me … to…”
Ever so lightly, I rubbed her nub.
“Oh God…”
“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already calling me God.”
I would never forget the sound of her erotic moan. It erupted from deep within her chest, full of emotion and mixed with pure lust. Her thighs clenched in anticipation of what I was going to do to her next.
“I can make you come with just the touch of my hand and fingers,” I groaned in a heady tone. “Spread your legs for me, baby, and I’ll prove you were meant to be mine.”
I wasn’t going to stop there; I’d only just begun.
I wanted to show her what it was like to be with a man who wanted to know her inside and out.
Her pleasure was mine to own.
“The feel of you is fucking addicting. Are you going to tell me the last time you came, or am I going to have to fuck it out of you?”
“Mmm…” she moaned.
“Do you want me to rub you here in circular motions?” I baited, stimulating her bundle of nerves.
“Yes…”
“Like this?”
“Oh God, yes…”
“You want your clit to come out and play, Sage?” I gradually caressed her. “It’s always best to start slow so I can add a little bit of pressure at a time. You see, baby. Your pussy wants me to pet it, lick it, eat it; not only does it want to be fucked, but it wants to be loved. By me.”
Her legs trembled.
Her body shook.
Her hips swayed without even realizing she was doing so.
“The water can’t hide the fact that your greedy little cunt is getting nice and wet. Making it easy for me to slip my middle finger into your tight, warm, cunt. All I have to do is bend my finger right … here.”
She gasped, panting heavily. She was close, and I wanted her first orgasm with me to be in my arms, in my lap, or on my cock. With my arm around her waist, I pulled her up to sit on my legs, her back against my chest.
“The angle of me sitting behind you is making it much easier to slip another finger inside you.”
“Oh, God…” She melted into my touch as I hit her g-spot harder and faster.
“Your pussy is pulsating on my fingers which tells me I can go a little faster, a little harder. Pushing right against here…”
“Ashton, please…”
“That’s me fingerfucking your g-spot, sweetheart. Now, the question is, do I make you come, or do I make you squirt for me?”
She panted, purring, shaking, and coming apart at the seams. What started tender, became rough and hard.
“All I have to do is push further back and hit … right … here…”
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Please … right there … please … don’t stop…”
“Especially when I do this.” I moved my fingers back and forth, getting right up in there. “Now if I do this…” With the palm of my other hand, I stimulated her clit side to side, never letting up on my assault inside on her. “I want to see how loud I can make you scream my name.”
It didn’t take long for her to do exactly that, shouting, “Ashton!” in pure abandonment as she almost pushed my fingers out of her core. She went crazy with need and desire, coming so goddamn hard over and over again.
“Good thing we didn’t stay on Cain’s boat.” I chuckled, allowing her to ride the wave of ecstasy before growling, “Next time I make you come, it’s going to be on my tongue.”
Our eyes connected.
“And after I’m done swallowing your salty sweetness, baby.” Placing my fingers into my mouth, I licked them clean.
“I want to see how long it takes you to beg me to do it again.”
Chapter 17
—Sage—
We’d been on the island for three days, and we still hadn’t had sex yet.
I know, I know, fucking crazy, right?
I couldn’t believe it either, but that didn’t mean Ashton had kept his hands off me.
His hands.
His mouth.
His tongue.
The number of orgasms this man was delivering was mind-blowing, in every sense of the word. Every time I tried to touch him and return the favor, he’d stop me. Saying it wasn’t about him, it was about me and my pleasure.
“Wait a minute,” Aspyn stated, changing into her bikini in one of the private bedrooms on Cain’s catamaran.
He was taking us offshore today to go fishing and cruise around.
“You haven’t had sex?”
I shook my head.
“Why?”
“Every time I try to touch him, it only leads to him getting me off again.”
“Huh, maybe he has a small dick?”
“No. If there’s one thing I know it’s how well-endowed he is. Trust me, I’ve felt it enough. Plus, he texted me a picture of his dick when he was hard a few weeks ago; he’s built bigger than my battery-operated boyfriend, and we both know how big that Ashton is. But I have a bigger problem, Aspyn.”
“What?”
“Haiden won’t stop calling and texting me.”
Her eyes widened.
“Yeah, exactly. I don’t know how much longer I can pull this off. Ashton is getting suspicious.”
“Has he asked?”
“Not in so many words, but I know it’s coming, and what am I supposed to say?”
“I wouldn’t tell him about the kids now.”
“Why not?”
“Because he whisked you away to an island, and I think you should wait until we get back.”
“I—” My phone rang, cutting me off. “And there it is.” I held up my phone before answering Haiden’s Facetime call, “Hey, baby.”
“Mom, when are you coming home?”
“Babe, I told you already. I’ll be home on Saturday.”
“But, Mom, I want you home now.”
“I know, honey. I’ll be home very soon, and I’ll tell you what, we’ll spend all of Sunday together.”
“But, Mom…”
“Haiden, is something wrong?”
“Yes. I miss you, a lot.”
Talk about a kick in the gut. “I miss you too. We’ll be together soon.”
He grumbled, handing the phone to his sister.
