Hard Rock Love Box Set, page 12
It was a moment Lillian wanted to cherish, wanted to take and put into a jar or a bottle so that she might have it forever, but what makes moments special is that they are fleeting.
No matter how long they may seem to stretch into existence, her hands weaving themselves into his hair, his arms crushing her to a sturdy chest, his lips full of laughter and his eyelashes dripping with rain. She could still taste it on him—the excitement of the concert, the metallic tang of fresh rainwater, and, more than anything else, the promise that he wasn’t going to let this go.
Thirteen
The rain let up before Lillian wanted it to. With the sky clearer and the roads vacant, Ash gave Lillian a playful look. “Shall we head back to my apartment?” he asked, his hands on her hips, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.
Lillian laughed, almost unable to believe that she had been crying moments before, that it had felt like her world was about to collapse all over again. “That sounds lovely.”
“Just a warning,” Ash teased, “I did bring my motorcycle today.”
“You bastard.” Lillian poked him in the cheek with a little giggle, unable to pretend that she was mad at him in any capacity. “There was no way you weren’t planning to take me home tonight.”
“Oh?” Ash raised his eyebrows. “A little self-absorbed, aren’t we?”
“What part of that is self-absorbed? You’re the one who’s been hinting at it all week.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes! Just take a look back through your text messages. I guarantee, there’s no other way to interpret them.”
“Are you sure about that?” Ash asked, an evil glint in his eyes that made Lillian giggle again. “Are you sure you’re not just imagining things?” He punctuated each word with a kiss to her neck, almost tickling her more than pleasuring her with his lips.
“Ash! Stop!” she gasped, pushing his face away, still laughing. “Well, are you taking me home or not?”
“What do you think?”
“Oh, come on, you already know what I think.”
“That I most certainly do.” Ash braced an arm against her back, and then one behind her knees, picking her up in one smooth motion. “Well, shall we get going?”
Blushing harder than she ever had before, Lillian nodded. “Please, let’s. You’ve drawn this out long enough.”
“Believe me, princess, this isn’t the last thing I plan on drawing out tonight. I want to savor every moment,” Ash whispered in her ear, tracing circles on her back with his thumb, and Lillian shivered with delight and anticipation.
He carried her down the street, smiling down at her the whole time, and over to where his motorcycle was parked. He set her down gently on her feet, and then handed her a helmet.
“Hold on tight,” he said as they got on, and Lillian rolled her eyes.
“As if I wouldn’t.”
She gripped him tight around the middle as he sped off down the street and away to his apartment.
The ride back couldn’t have been any longer. With her heart in her throat, Lillian found herself wishing they could already be there. She wanted to be pressed against him in a different way. She wanted him to finish what he had started by the riverside. She wanted him to make love to her and she wanted to make love to him.
When he parked, she almost ran to the elevator, had to remind herself to stay calm, even as he was giving her those lust-filled looks, as if he was trying to figure out how best he might undress her.
There were cameras in the elevator, and so the two of them stood close, resisting temptation until Ash had the apartment door shut securely behind them.
But when Lillian went to kiss him, he put a finger against her lips. “Not yet. I have something for you first. Do you mind if I give it to you?”
Lillian felt the first flutters of apprehension in her stomach, thinking of Sebastian, but then she reminded herself that Ash knew about all that, and wouldn’t put her in the same position again.
“Sure, go ahead.”
He disappeared into his bedroom, then came out a few minutes later looking very pleased with himself, holding a little white box tied with a golden ribbon.
“You did say you would wear something if I bought it for you,” he said as he handed her the box. Lillian blushed, remembering their conversation, and realizing now he had probably meant something a lot less appropriate than a work outfit.
With shaky slowness, she undid the ribbon, then lifted the lid off the box.
Inside was something delicate, and definitely raunchy, she could tell already.
“Of course, you would buy me lingerie,” Lillian teased, and Ash turned away, hand on the back of his neck, clearly a little embarrassed for the first time in his life. “Go into the bedroom.”
“What?” He looked up, clearly not expecting that.
“I said go into the bedroom. I want whatever it is to be as much of a surprise for you as it is for me.”
Ash shrugged. “Whatever you say princess, though do let me know if you need any help figuring it out. I have no problems with assisting you.” He winked, and then disappeared into his bedroom again, shutting the door softly behind him.
Lillian sighed, setting down the box and pulling the piece out of the box so she could see what she was working with. The piece was a deep red, already a sexy color within itself, and made out of a sheer, delicate lace. When Lillian held it up, she could see that it was a babydoll style little dress with crisscrossing straps all along the open back and a scooped neckline. Looking back at the box she saw that she had missed a piece—a teeny tiny matching red thong.
She was a little surprised Ash hadn’t gone for something more risqué since he had been the one purchasing, but she guessed it was only their first night after all.
She stripped down, tossing her own pieces to the side, and then slipped on the thong. Lillian then picked up the babydoll dress and slipped it on over her head. It was a little more challenging to figure out than she had expected, what with all the straps, but she managed.
Finished, she gave herself a once-over in the hallway mirror, admiring how the lines of the babydoll dress made her figure seem fuller at the hips, and accentuated the curves of her breasts. Since it was sheer, she could see through to the thong underneath, and the length of the dress created the illusion of long, slender legs.
She really was a sight to behold, she thought.
And she was going to use every bit of her power to make Ash blush, to have him begging for her.
“Lillian, are you almost done out there,” Ash called from inside the bedroom, and Lillian smirked. Oh yes, she was definitely done out here.
“I’m coming in just a moment,” she called back, then took her time sauntering back down the hallway, perfecting the sway of her hips. As she neared the bedroom door, she could hear that Ash had started playing music inside. It had a low, pulsing beat and sensual lyrics, exactly the kind of music Lillian would think Ash fucked to if she had to pin something down.
And it was the perfect kind of music to give him a show to as well.
She cracked open the door, letting the music surround her and giving herself a moment to get used to the rhythm of it. Then she entered, watching with satisfaction as the expression on Ash’s face went slack, and then his eyes filled with lust, and she could see the effects of the outfit on his body outlined in his pants.
“Do you like?” she asked, drenching her voice in lust and suggestion.
“Oh, believe me, I do.” Ash stood then, looking as if he was about to come over to her, but Lillian shook her head with a smirk.
“Oh no, you stay right there. I’m going to savor this moment,” she said, using his earlier words against him.
Ash immediately sat back down, biting his lip and muffling a low, “Fuck.”
Lillian gave a slow spin, making sure he saw every angle of her, especially through that sheer little dress, and then she began to move, swaying her hips to the beat of the music, running her hands up and down her body in a way that felt natural, occasionally giving Ash a little more of a peek at her skin.
Lillian had never been a dancer, had never been good at it in any respects, but she had been a musician so she understood timing and beat, and in the lingerie Ash had picked out for her, with only his eyes watching, she felt like the sexiest woman on the planet, and all her self-consciousness about her dancing skills disappeared.
Suddenly she was a vixen of the night, enjoying teasing her prey. She took a step closer to Ash, noticing how he was straining not to stand up and touch her, not to touch himself. Giving him a coy look, she licked her lips, and then carefully took the hem of the dress between her fingers, lifting the piece above her head and off so very slowly.
She dropped it to the floor where it landed in a puddle, and then stalked towards Ash again, straddling him and moving his hands to grasp her hips. He did so with a moan of pleasure as she grinded against his erection. She suppressed her own moan as she felt him through the layers of clothing, the solidness of him rubbing against those parts of her that were most sensitive and making her shudder.
His hands continued to aid her in pleasuring them both, and Lillian leaned down to lock lips with him, engaging in a hungry sort of kiss. Lillian pulled Ash’s shirt above his head, running her fingers up and down his ab muscles, teasing at the waistband of his pants and the briefs beneath.
He sighed into her mouth, and she grinned against him.
“Fuck Lillian, I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“Wasn’t that the plan?” she whispered back.
Ash’s hands travelled up the length of her body, gripping her by the waist and then flipping her over in one smooth motion so that she was laying on her back on the bed and he was standing over her, unbuckling his belt, tossing it to the side, and then stepping out of his pants so that he was left only in his briefs.
A quiver of pleasure went through Lillian at the suggestion of what was beneath the briefs. From the looks of it, he was much larger than average, and it made her hot just thinking about it. Her whole body felt sensitive, on edge, as she wondered what he was about to do next. Was he just going to fuck her after all this talk of savoring the moment, after the suggestion of extensive foreplay?
“Can I eat you out?” he asked, the words coming out low and tinted with lust.
Lillian just shuddered and nodded, the words already bringing the pressure of arousal to her clitoris, making her wet.
Biting his lip, Ash maintained eye contact with Lillian as he knelt on the bed, pinching the strings of the thong and sliding it down her legs, tossing it to the floor behind him. She was completely bared before him then, but Lillian didn’t feel self-conscious in the least. He made her feel so sexy.
Ash gently bent her knees and then spread apart her legs so that she was open for him. As he saw her bare pussy, Ash breathed out another low groan. “Fuck, princess. You’re so sexy. Especially down here.”
He traced a finger around her opening, smearing the wetness over her folds and along her inner thighs.
“It’s so hot that you’re already wet for me, you know that, right?”
“Yes,” Lillian breathed out, the word turning into a low moan as Ash experimentally thrust one finger into her, then pulled it back out, dripping wet. He wiped it along the inside of her leg, then lowered his face, pressing kisses along the tender bits of her thighs as his finger teased at her entrance again.
When he bit down on the soft skin, Lillian let out a gasp, then Ash increased the pace of his teasing, building the pressure inside of her. She made small animal noises in response, unable to hold back due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
Ash continue his path up towards her labia, kissing and biting and licking and teasing with his breath. When he reached her slit, he withdrew his fingers, made one last sharp bit of eye contact with her, and then he began.
Lillian arched her back as his tongue traced a path along her fold, stopping to tease her clit. As he licked at it, she couldn’t help but buck her hips, her head thrown back, her eyes shut with the pleasure.
“Quite sensitive down there, aren’t you?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Ash indeed did, but Lillian couldn’t seem to manage it. When his tongue entered her, in slow methodical strokes exploring her, she wasn’t able to contain it all within herself. She hoped that Ash’s apartment didn’t have thin walls, because then his neighbors… but that worry was lost as the pleasure overtook her.
It was almost too intense to bear now, the pressure building as he returned to teasing at her clit, gently biting it and then licking it and blowing on it while it was at its most sensitive. She could feel herself almost at climax, and she angled her hips to better enjoy what he was doing.
And then it was crashing through her and over her, that wave of energy, of unspeakable pleasures.
Ash’s pace slowed then, and he worked his way back out gently, kissing the inside of her thighs again, and then he was on his knees before her, stretching out so that he was over her, pressing a knee against the tenderness of her. Lillian could feel the pressure begin to build up again as he kissed her, and she pressed her hips against his leg, seeking heavier contact.
He smiled against her, one of his hands moving her hair to the side and then combing through it.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
“Like you’re innocent,” she teased back, and Ash’s expression turned to lustful grin.
“Care to satisfy some of my eagerness?”
Lillian had a feeling she knew what he meant. With a hand against his chest, she pushed him back so that they were both sitting up on the bed now. Her fingertips trailed down his chest, stopping for a moment to tease at the skin above the waistband of his briefs, then she grabbed him through the fabric, rewarded with the sound of Ash’s sigh.
“Baby, that feels so good.”
“Do you want me to do it like this?” she asked, squeezing again. “Or, would you rather I did it with this?” She brought her hand up to touch her lips, tracing the plumpness of her bottom one with her index finger.
Ash groaned, clearly conflicted. “While I want to shove my cock into your pretty little throat and see your pretty little mouth around it, I also want to keep kissing you while you pleasure me.”
“This it is then,” Lillian said with a smile, moving her hand back to his chest, and tracing lines down with her fingernails. Keeping eye contact with him, she gripped under the band, and, with Ash’s assistance, liberated him of his underwear, tossing it off the bed with all of their other clothes.
He pulled her closer to him as she began teasing at his tip, smearing the drops of precum over it, and then running just the tips of her fingernails up and down his shaft. He sighed, and then he kissed her, cupping her cheek with a palm to angle her face so that they fit together perfectly.
Lillian increased the tightness of her grip, and her pace, adding a little twist to the movement as Ash continued to kiss her, eventually moving away from her mouth to her neck, teasing at the tender skin with his teeth as her hand ran up and down his cock.
This continued for a bit, Lillian arching in pleasure as Ash did wonders against her neck, him moaning as she did wonders for his cock, then Ash stopped her with a hand on her wrist, his eyes wide and bright.
“I want to cum inside of you,” he said. “Especially for the first time.”
“Of course,” Lillian breathed, leaning back on the bed, propping herself up a bit. Ash laid on top of her, his arms on either side of her supporting his weight as he positioned his tip at her entrance.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he breathed, and then he leaned down to kiss her as his cock entered her body.
He started slow at first, letting her adjust to the size of him filling her, and then he went harder, faster, keeping pace with his mouth and his tongue as he did so, both of them moaning and gasping against each other.
They were both already so turned on, that it didn’t take long for the two of them to climax. It happened at the same time, Lillian screaming out Ash’s name as he came inside of her, the waves going through both of them as Ash exited, still continuing to kiss Lillian.
“You know what, baby doll?” he asked when the two of them had come down from the high of the moment, still propped above her.
“What?”
“I wouldn’t mind doing that for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, shut up, Rockstar.”
“Anything for you, princess.”
Fourteen
The next morning Lillian awoke wrapped in Ash’s arms and tangled in the sheets. She felt calm, blissful, for the first time in a while, and though she would have been content to stay there forever, her stomach had other plans.
“Not now,” she groaned as it grumbled, wriggling herself around in Ash’s arms to face him. He was sleeping so peacefully, and like this he looked more like the lost prince of a fairytale than a Rockstar. She hated to wake him, but she was terrible at making breakfast foods, and would honestly in all likelihood probably burn at least his kitchen.
And she was craving those pancakes he had made for her the other morning.
So, she sucked it up, and poked him smack in the middle of the forehead. He groaned, but didn’t wake up, so she tried again.
“Ash, Ash, baby I’m hungry,” she said, poking him on his forehead, his cheeks, his stomach. He swatted at her hand and rolled over, now leaving her without a source of warmth or the prospect of satisfying her hunger anytime soon.
“Ash,” she whined, finally decided the best tactic was to tickle him. She squeezed his sides, and he jumped up with a yelp.
“Someone’s ticklish,” she teased, and Ash swatted at her playfully. She giggled, moving out of the way, but he was after her in an instant, chasing her out of the bedroom with pillow in hand as she squealed in delight.
“And that someone also wanted to sleep more!” he called after her.
