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‘I was thinking it might be you, given what you’re sporting down here.’ She slid one hand between them and ran it down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. Ash hissed sharply when she touched him, and his eyelids snapped closed.
She stroked him, watching pleasure rise through his expression, and then his jaw lock tight when it all got a little too pleasant.
For someone who’d apparently spent years fucking like crazy and failing to come, he was awful sensitive sometimes. ‘How about I give you a little breathing space?’
It only took a few seconds to unbuckle his belt and release his fly. Then he was hot and hard in her hand.
Ash made a noise in the back of his throat as her fingers lightly brushed his skin. Ginny traced the outline of his cock. He was eager all right. All worked up and ready for her. His cock lying flat against his stomach. When she’d laid down, she’d meant to have him come right inside of her, go in deep and fuck her into oblivion or until the sofa collapsed, one of the two. Now they were here and his cock was right there in front of her, she couldn’t resist touching him. Her fingers danced over his skin. She still found it hard to believe he was real. Not because she was starstruck or any of that nonsense, just because he was perfect for her. Sensitive and kind, and loyal, though she realised that only those closest to him had any inkling about that. He was supposed to be this wild man of metal, an arrogant, posturing fiend, but he was a pussycat, really. And all those women – it wasn’t about machismo or proving himself. He just wanted someone to care enough to make him feel good.
She touched his cock and felt him jerk in response, his sensitivity turned ultra-high. The shiver reached as far as his arms, which he locked tight to support himself over her.
‘Wanna come all over me?’ she asked.
He made a goldfish face in response, like he could barely comprehend what she was saying.
‘I want to see you come, and then I want to suck you until you’re hard again so you can bend me over this here sofa and do me like the world’s about to end.’
She made a fist around his shaft and pumped him slowly until he was weeping his arousal onto her fingertips.
‘Ginny,’ he sighed, as her thumb stroked over his glans. ‘Why?’
‘I like watching you. I like seeing the expressions on your face when you come. I can’t appreciate them in the same way when you’re doing things to me. I guess it’s kind of like watching you play your guitar, only better, because nobody else gets to see.’
He gave her a shy smile, one that lit up his pretty blue eyes. ‘I like doing things to you too. I like the sounds you make, all those squeaky little groans in the back of your throat.’
‘Mm, hm,’ she replied, while kissing him in a place that made him make exactly those sorts of noises. ‘And what else do you like?’ She wriggled further down the sofa, so that she was beneath him, her head level with his hips.
‘That you’re not shy and that you’re totally willing to lead.’
‘Like it when I boss you about, do you?’
‘No. I like it that you care enough to care what I’m feeling.’ He gave another gulp as she took him in her mouth. ‘You make this feel so good.’ His head drooped forward so that his brow rested on the sofa arm. ‘So, so, good. Oh, fuck!’
Making him feel good was certainly her plan. Frankly she couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to make him feel good.
‘Most girls just don’t do this like you do.’
That’s right, she thought. For some reason none of them had ever thought to make sure he was happy while they were having their vacant little minds blown by his awesome licking skills. Though she was kind of grateful for that too, because otherwise how would they have ever met and made this connection?
‘This is an innate talent of yours, right? Because I can’t stand the thought of you having practised.’
She batted his thigh. ‘Rest assured that anyone I’ve been down on in the past was just the warm-up for you. Relax, Ash. Stop thinking and just feel. You’ve nothing to worry about. I’m utterly yours.’
‘You’re not tempted by Xane, or Iain?’
‘Xane’s dating my friend. That makes him an automatic no-no, and Iain, I’m sorry to say, is just way too slimy.’
She thought she sensed him smile at her response.
‘You’re the only one, Ash … Well, OK, I might not say no to Spook if he ever renounces his abstinence vow.’
Immediately, his muscles tensed.
‘Joke,’ she said, smacking his thigh. ‘I wouldn’t, even if he came in now and danced around naked, begging me to do him. Trust me.’
‘Yeah,’ he sighed, relaxing. ‘But I bet you’d watch.’
‘So would you. You’d be too shocked to do otherwise.’
‘Yes, but I wouldn’t be admiring his dick.’
‘Nope,’ she said, giving his another lick, ‘you’d be comparing. I know you too well, Ash Gore. You’re always comparing, and you really don’t need to. Now stop talking and let me do this.’
She sucked him deep, and let him fill her mouth, allowing him to set the pace rather than attempting to spur him towards the finishing line. She knew that only made him less likely to get there. Ash was wired for stamina, not speed. He could be painfully aroused and still not come if his head wasn’t in the right place. A couple of people in his past had done a real number on him. If she ever got the chance, she was going to give them a right piece of her mind.
Only when the taste of him grew thick on her tongue, and his sweet little groans had turned into one long quivering moan, did she release him from her mouth. ‘Roll over,’ she insisted, crawling out from beneath him to give him space to lie on his back stretched out. His jeans lay scrunched around his thighs. Immediately, her hands went to his rigid cock – actually, one to his cock and the other to the line of his snake tattoo on his lower abs. She’d been serious about wanting to watch him come.
‘Know what I’d like? A picture of you sprawled out just like this for my bedroom wall. Do you think Spook would be pissed if I borrowed his camera?’
‘Don’t,’ Ash wheezed, his eyes coming open in alarm. ‘It’d get out.’
‘I wouldn’t let anyone else see it. It’d just be for me.’
‘Don’t, Ginny.’
‘Not one little tiny weeny shot? You let Spook take pictures of you all the time.’
‘Not any more, and those photos weren’t of me. They were of the women.’
‘Do you think? What if really he has a secret crush on you, like serious unrequited love, and taking pictures of you screwing is just a way of seeing you naked?’
‘He hasn’t. He really hasn’t. Now, are you trying to get me off or make my dick shrivel?’
‘Spoilsport,’ she muttered, planting a kiss near his belly button. ‘I was building that into such a wicked fantasy. I ought to make you pay for wrecking it.’
‘Sweetheart, I’m already a slave to your will. Whatever you care to dish out, I’ll willingly take.’
‘Is that right?’ She climbed on top of him so that she was straddling his thighs, and worked at swirling her thumb over the tip of his cock. Round and round, until his breathing became erratic, and he sank deep into the cushions with his mouth open wide.
‘Open your eyes, Ash. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. I want you to know it’s me.’
His eyelids fluttered. ‘Not … sure … I can.’
‘Sure you can. Come on now, look at me. Let me see those cute baby blues.’
He opened his eyes. ‘Ginny.’ He watched her hand working up and down his length, and his stomach muscles tensed along with his jaw. ‘Oh, God! Why is that so fucking hot? It never looked that hot before.’
‘Is this hot too?’ she asked, peeling off her skirt, and then shimmying up the sofa a fraction, so that her pussy kissed the base of his shaft. The sight and taste of him had already fired up her senses, so she was awash with liquid heat and oh, so ready to slide down on him.
‘I think you’re trying to kill me,’ he gasped.
‘You know, you’re the only man I’ve ever met who complains when I make him come.’
‘Ginny,’ he hissed, clenching his teeth as he fought to keep his eyes open.
‘Yeah.’
‘I’m gonna …’
‘Yeah, I know,’ she mouthed as he cried out, and his seed coated her hand and the lips of her pussy. ‘And you look so damn fucking hot.’
Chapter 3
The only downside to making Ash come – if you could even call it a downside – was that he was no longer hard enough to soothe her own nagging need. And she needed … Watching his muscles tighten and relax, and hearing the little croaks that forced their way from his throat, pushed Ginny’s libido sky-high. It gave her an intense thrill knowing this was what she did to him.
‘Come here.’ Ginny grasped the neckline of his T-shirt and tugged his shoulders off the cushions, so that he could meet her embrace. She didn’t care if his come was making a sticky mess of them both. She needed his mouth on hers, and his arms around her.
He came willingly enough, if still a tad breathless and dazzled.
Ginny covered his face in kisses. The seconds after he’d just come were the one time he truly let his guard down. It was when she could really see into his heart and see the welts left there by past lovers. It was always when he needed her to hold him the most.
‘Easy, Ginny. You know I need to breathe, right?’ He turned her about, so that she was sitting and he kneeling on the floor between her splayed legs. ‘Let me take care of you now. You know I like to keep things fair.’ As if it really mattered how many orgasms they coaxed from one another. Not that she was passing up the chance of feeling his magic tongue do its work. No chance. Never ever.
‘Now, where’s that pretty jewellery of yours?’ Ash kissed his way up her inner thigh, but stopped short of actually touching the almost bare, plump, pink swell of her pussy. Instead, he paused while she held her breath and let her anticipation build until she was trembling. Only then, when she was practically dying for it, did he flick his tongue across her sensitive lips and home in on her clit. The shiver of pleasure rolled through her tensed muscles.
Ginny fought off his grip on her wrists and pushed her hands into his hair instead.
OK. Yeah.
She knew all too well what miracles he could work with his tongue, and how intense it felt when he played with her piercing. All he had to do was suck a little, just like that, and tug a little … and she was gone, gulping for oxygen while inwardly screaming his name.
Ash gave her a moment to breathe while her thighs shook, then he buried his head again and devoted himself to making her damn well float. Ginny clung to him. It wasn’t long before she was coming against his mouth and he was coaxing aftershocks from her.
‘Please tell me you’re hard enough to fuck me,’ she said, blinking open her eyes. Once was never enough. Not with him. Not ever with him. If she never fucked another guy again, she knew she’d be content knowing Ash was there for her. He rolled away from the sofa so that he was sprawled on his back with his jeans now around his ankles, and she could see his cock jutting up from his body at an angle.
‘Always, for you.’
Ginny crawled off the sofa and over to him, shedding clothing as she went. She made sure to grab her purse and fish out some protection. No messing, she had him dressed and ready in seconds. Sometimes you just didn’t want to sit around and wait for bliss to happen. It had to be now. Immediate.
She sank down slowly, let him fill her up. Then they were bucking and rolling, fighting for who was on top. She wrapped her legs tight around him as he went deep, let him drive into her hard for a few strokes before she toppled him onto his back again and held him there while she rolled her hips in time with his upward thrusts.
‘Tell me you love me,’ he croaked, voice thick with emotion.
‘Seriously? Ash, you’re fucking amazing. What’s not to adore? I love every bit of you. The way you move, the way you hold your guitar, even the stupid grin you get on your face when Xane listens to you. I love how you kiss me, like I taste of nectar, and the way you shave every time you think you might get a chance to go down on me.’
None of which was quite what he’d asked, but it did what it needed to and salved his skinned emotions. She didn’t know why his self-esteem was so bent out of shape. He was at the top of his game, a total rock superstar, and he was one of the best, most considerate lovers she’d ever had the pleasure to get in the sack. Yet still he needed these assurances that he was valued.
Ginny cuddled him close while their bodies continued to dance together in an age-old rhythm. She wished she understood why he was so damned insecure. Something was behind it, and she didn’t think it was just because his life was so up in the clouds most days that it was impossible to see the ground.
‘Squeeze me tighter,’ he insisted, while pushing her away from his body. They were both dripping with sweat, and the front of his long hair was stuck to his skin. His hands went to her breasts and played with her nipples, while she did as he asked and hugged him with her inner muscles.
‘Feels so good, like you’re pulling me right in.’
It took concentration, which she didn’t have much of when he was doing her this good, but he was right, it did feel amazing. Ginny continued to flutter the muscles of her sheath around him as he pushed upwards so that she was sitting in his lap, and his hands were in her hair and his lips desperately savaging her open mouth. Her finger curled against his back, scratching the skin.
Her climax almost sneaked up on her. She didn’t realise how close he’d brought her until her body started to convulse, and her breathing turned into one long gasp.
‘Hold on. Hold on,’ Ash begged, his teeth gritted as he made their bodies slap together a little hard. ‘I’m almost … Oh, God. Oh, Ginny, hold on. I’m almost there.’
Her muscles trembled, protesting as she fought to hold off the inevitable. The moment she felt his cock pulse inside her, she let go, let the endorphin rush wash over her and make everything so goddamned right. Even the pulse of her orgasm seemed to coincide perfectly with his equally powerful release.
‘Yes, I love you,’ she admitted. She loved him and she loved being this close to him. She prayed the feeling would never fade or grow old.
It wasn’t unusual for Ash to have tears in his eyes after they made love. He lost it completely when he came, was flattened by his emotions, but she’d never genuinely seen him cry like this, with tears running down his cheeks and his mewls of content transformed into sobs.
‘Ash?’
He buried his face against her shoulder. ‘I don’t want to let go.’
‘Shh.’ She stroked his head. ‘You don’t have to. You don’t ever have to.’
‘But I do. I need to be on the stupid tour bus in about forty seconds.’
‘Forty seconds’ she took as a slight exaggeration. If the tour bus needed to depart that soon, someone would have come to get him. Still, even so. ‘Why’s that a problem? You’ve a bunk, haven’t you, that we can finish this in?’
To her surprise, he started shaking his head. ‘No, we can’t.’ He looked up at her. His cheeks were flushed from their recent exertion, rosy across their ridges. A little of her lipstick was smeared across his jaw, but his brows were furrowed in a way that not even the long fringe of hair that half-covered his face could hide. ‘You can’t come on the bus.’
‘What?’ she said, as the implications of that sentence sank in. ‘Why not?’ OK, Ash had never specifically told her that she could join him on the tour, but neither had he given the impression she wasn’t invited. ‘If you’re joking, or you’re going to state some poxy rule about no one but the band being allowed on the bus, then I’m not going to be impressed. And it’s bollocks anyway. I know perfectly well that Dani’s accompanying Xane.’
‘That’s different,’ he mumbled, his gaze sliding away from her face to a point someway down her body.
‘How so? Dani’s Xane’s girlfriend, and I’m yours.’
‘People know about them. They don’t know about us, and that’s how I want to keep it.’
‘S’cuse me!’ Ginny scuttled out of his lap and stood looking down at him, hurt and confused. ‘I don’t understand. Do you mean the rest of the band aren’t aware that we’re an item?’
He covered his face with one hand as he shook his head.
‘Ash, how can they not know? They’re your friends.’
‘Because I haven’t told them. He scraped one hand through his hair, so that he held the strands away from his face, and looked at her. ‘And I don’t intend to.’
All she could do was gape at him, while attempting to make her vocal cords work. ‘But … but … are you embarrassed by me?’
‘No.’
‘Am I OK to shag, but not good enough to be seen with in public?’
‘No.’
‘Then why?’
He shook his head slowly, making his black hair swish. ‘I’m sorry.’ He rose to his feet and tried to embrace her, but Ginny shifted backwards out of his reach.
‘Don’t just try to kiss me, as if it’ll make everything better. You need to give me a proper explanation. Why doesn’t anyone know about us, Ash?’
‘Because it’s none of their damn business,’ he snapped. He wrenched up his jeans and buckled the belt. ‘What we have is between us. Nobody else needs to have anything to do with it.’
‘So I can’t come on tour with you, because you don’t want to admit you’re in a relationship?’ She was flabbergasted, shocked down to her toes. She knew he’d kept things quiet, and she’d thought it odd earlier when she’d been left to hang with the band’s groupies, while Dani had been given direct access to the dressing rooms. Maybe the truth was that he wasn’t quite as attached to her as she’d let herself think.
‘Spook, does he know?’
‘Yes.’
That was something. ‘But not the rest of the band.’
He shook his head again.
‘I don’t get it, Ash. I don’t understand. You’re saying I can’t come with you because they don’t know. Can’t we just tell them?’
‘No.’
The threat of tears started to prick the corners of her eyes. Ginny blinked, refusing to cry. ‘Why not? Explain it to me, because things aren’t really adding up for me. We just …’ She glanced at the floor and the sofa. ‘And you said …’ She let the accusation peter out. She ought to know better than to trust anything anybody said in the throes of passion.
‘Ginny, I do. I do love you. And I value what we’ve got, which is why you can’t come on the tour with me. I love being with you, but I don’t want to share you with the rest of the world. I don’t want us to be a string of headlines and dodgy internet videos. That’s what’ll happen if we’re seen together. It’ll be our lives in the spotlight, every tiny detail analysed, exposed and dissected. Christ, you’ve seen what they’ve printed about Xane and Dani. Is that what you want for us? I want time for us to get to know one another on our terms.’
‘You mean your terms. Why would anyone pay attention to us? The only reason they paid attention to Dani and Xane is that he’d just walked off stage and split the band up. Otherwise, I doubt they’d even have made the side column of the Sunday edition.’
‘If you honestly think that then you’re a fool.’
Yeah, she apparently was, a really fucking enormous fool.
‘Seriously, Ginny, have you ever had the press camped out on your doorstep? Have you been mobbed in the street? They’ll splash every detail of your life across the tabloids. Call up every man you’ve ever so much as kissed and have him tell his story. There’ll be no privacy, and no opportunity to just relax together and enjoy ourselves. Why do you think I didn’t draw attention to us when I came off stage?’
His fear of all those things happening seemed real, she accepted that. And no, of course she didn’t want her past relationships to be headline news, but that didn’t take the sting out of him not wanting her around.
‘What am I supposed to do then, Ash? Sit at home while you shag your way around Europe. ’Cause that’s not going to happen.’
‘I wouldn’t expect you to. And stop making this into a fight. I’m not going to shag anyone, Ginny. The only person I want is you.’
‘You say that now, but once you get on the road –’
‘– it won’t change anything. It’s not like I can just substitute you. You know you’re the only one who makes me come.’
That wasn’t strictly true, but the statement did provoke a smile from her.
‘And I’ve told my mum about you, so it’s not as if I haven’t told anyone, just the important people.’
Ginny paused, her mouth open, as whatever it was she’d been about to say escaped her thoughts. Ash was devoted to his family. He spent hours on the phone to them. The fact that he’d spoken to them about her was more commitment than she’d ever expected from him. It was certainly a bigger deal than him opening up to his bandmates.
‘You told your mum about us?’
‘Yeah.’ He gave her an ever so slightly goofy grin. ‘Think I made her day. She’s been praying I’d find myself a nice girl to settle down with since I was old enough to date. She wants you to come for Christmas. I said yes, as long as she swore not to mention babies.’
‘Christmas is six … seven months away.’
He bit his lip. ‘I know. It’s going to be majorly awkward if things happen that mean we can’t make it.’
‘Babies?’
He grimaced.
Ginny steepled her fingers and then covered her face. ‘Could you please start making sense? How can you agree to us attending the family Christmas and have a discussion about babies, yet get weird about me coming on tour with you and the band? You do realise that people normally do things the other way round? Friends first, then the family?’
Ash scratched his chin. ‘My family aren’t going to sell us out. And I didn’t say you couldn’t come on the tour, or that we couldn’t see one another. I just said you couldn’t ride on the bus.’
‘What?’
‘Honestly, woman, how long do you think I’m going to last without seeing you, considering what you reduce me to?’ He claimed her hand and tugged her into his embrace. ‘You make me demented.’ He brushed a stray wisp of hair from her face, then kissed her brow and her lips. ‘Ginny, I’ll be lucky if I last more than a few hours without you before I’m ready to crawl up the walls. I have to share a bunk room with Xane and Dani, you know, and you can be damn sure he won’t be keeping his hands off her, or even attempting to be circumspect about it. He’s a complete shag monster. My antics are nothing next to his.’ He leaned close so that his warm breath tickled the shell of her ear. ‘I’m going to be horny as hell, and desperate for you.’
‘And where do you envisage me being?’ She was lost. Really astonishingly lost.
‘Somewhere reasonably close by. I took the liberty of making a few arrangements. We can’t be together all the time, but that doesn’t mean we have to be apart all the time either. And we’ll talk.’ He dug in his pocket and proudly showed her his new phone, with her number already set to speed dial.
‘And rendezvous.’
‘Why, when you say that, do I imagine disguises, and white carnations?’
‘Because it’ll be fun. We’ll dress up. I’ll wear glasses and a trilby, and we can leave each other coded messages. Doesn’t that sound more romantic than being holed up on a tour bus with a dozen sweaty men?’
Maybe it did. She liked the idea of him in a trilby, and maybe a pinstriped suit. Then again, she wasn’t averse to the notion of being confined with several heavy rock stars, except maybe it was possible to overdose on man candy, and she had to remember she wasn’t a free agent any more.
‘OK, maybe it’s starting to sound interesting. So, where does our first tryst take place?’
‘On the Chunnel. I’m sure we can find a quiet spot. Then in Paris, after that. I’ll send you all the details.’
Ginny nodded. She still couldn’t quite squash the disappointment over not going with him tonight, but at least she had something to look forward to. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something, and that something was better than the possibility of them not being together at all.