“Take off your pants.” I’m naked, kneeling at Ambrose’s feet, yet I’m the one with all the control. It’s possibly the sexiest I’ve ever felt. Ambrose kicks off his pants and stands in front of me. His dick rock hard.
I lean forward and lick the tip. Ambrose groans, his fingers driving into my hair. He tugs my head back, so I’m forced to look at him.
“Tell me what you want, Piper.”
“Fuck my face.”
The sound Ambrose makes as he presses into my mouth sends shivers down my spine. He starts slow, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth until it’s slippery and wet.
“Piper,” he groans. “Do you want me to come?” His hips piston, muscles flexing in his legs and his abs clenched.
I’m so turned on that my arousal is dripping down my thighs. I tear my head away and suck in a gasping breath. “No. Not yet. Fuck me. Come inside me.”
“Fucking Crone, Piper. You’re going to kill me.” Ambrose lifts me off the floor and bends me over the arm of the couch. He slams into me, and I cry out in pleasure. His hips slap against my ass, and I’m lost to the sensation of him dominating me, regardless of who had the control when all this started. I come, crying out as my release blasts through my body.
Ambrose pulls out, and I cry with the loss, but he’s not done with me yet. He sits on the couch and drags me onto his lap. I slide down onto his cock and roll my hips. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm builds. Ambrose has a hand buried in my hair and the other gripping my ass hard enough to bruise and I love it.
“Are you going to come again?” he growls, pulling my head down until our foreheads touch.
“Yes. Yes,” I pant as Ambrose snaps his hips, thrusting into me again and again. Pleasure surges through my body, taking over every sense. My orgasm goes on for so long that I don’t remember my name. I think my soul has left my body, and he’s created some sort of magic spell that’s destroying me from the inside out. Sparks like fireworks light up the room. Maybe I’m hallucinating.
“Kiss me.” The breathless command slips out, and Ambrose never even hesitates before his mouth closes over mine.
Kissing Ambrose is like nothing I have ever experienced. I didn’t think a kiss could be so sensual and perfect, but his lips are soft and coaxing, and as his tongue drags over my mouth, I meet it with my own. It feels as though every part of us is sealed together and my magic is exploding in my chest. It’s full of golden sparks that match the fireworks going off in the room. Nothing has ever felt like this before. Ambrose snaps his hips, his rhythm stuttering, and then stilling as his orgasm barrels through him. He breaks the kiss and sighs my name into my mouth. His forehead presses to mine, and our breaths mingle as we breathe heavily.
My entire body is limp with pleasure. Ambrose slumps back on the couch, and I lay boneless on top of him. I’ve never felt so satiated and cherished in my entire life.
That must be why the words “I love you” slip out of my mouth. Ambrose groans and curses, his mouth dragging a scorching path up my neck.
He stiffens under my touch, breathing against my neck. “No. No.”
Ambrose pulls out and practically throws me off his body.
“Ambrose,” I whisper, suddenly feeling more naked and vulnerable than I ever have in my entire life.
“What did you do, Piper?” His eyes are wide, pure terror written over his face.
I grab a blanket off the back of the couch and wrap myself in it, shaking my head. “Ambrose.”
“No.” He holds up his hand. “Don’t say anything else. Don’t give me another command. Just don’t talk.”
I shrink back into the couch. Ambrose paces, completely oblivious to his nakedness as he drags his hand through his hair.
“Fuck, Piper, what did you do?” Ambrose sounds desperate as he grabs his jeans and shrugs them back on.
“I didn’t do anything.” My voice wobbles. I sift back through what happened. Why is he panicking? Is it because I said I loved him? I close my eyes as pain lances through my heart. I’ve never told another person I love them before. Well, my friends, but not like this.
Disappointment and embarrassment press down on me, a heavy weight on my heart, on my entire body. What was I thinking? Of course Ambrose wouldn’t love me. He’s the sun. He’s the life of the party. I’m just some pathetic girl who’s been a tool her whole life. The first hint of freedom and I’ve launched myself at my savior.
A tear slides down my cheek. I’m such a fool.
32
AMBROSE
Ihave fucked up many times in my life, but this one feels the worst.
Piper is crying on the couch. Her hair is a mess and her skin pale white. She’s wrapped in a soft green blanket that makes her look beautiful and fragile. Tears swimming in her eyes make them bluer. She looks like a painting.
