She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the exit, snagging her coat and bag off the chair on her way past. As they crossed the bar, several female gazes landed on him. One girl’s mouth dropped open, another whistled, and another who’d been flirting with another man sat up and stared.
Ash didn’t even notice—he was too focused on getting Eva somewhere he could get her naked as soon as possible.
Out on the street, he kissed her again, taking a moment to feel her up. “Where do you live?”
“Two blocks away. We can walk. Let’s go!” She grabbed his hand again and practically ran down the street. He was more than happy to follow, watching that perfect, round ass move with her every step. He wassogoing to bite her there.
6
A First Time for Everything
Eva’s favorite scenes in TV shows were always the long-awaited moments when the onscreen couple finally gave into their bursting sexual tension, and it exploded out of them in a clothes-ripping, knocking-over-furniture sex fest.
That was exactly what happened the moment she unlocked the door to her apartment.
Door slamming shut with a stray kick, they stumbled backward into the room, fused at the lips, until she hit something. A wall maybe? But no, it was awkwardly shaped, jabbing into her lower back. She didn’t give a damn what it was. She only cared about getting the heavy leather jacket off Ash, dropping it on the floor, and then running her hands all over the most perfect specimen of maleness she’d ever seen.
He picked her up and set her down on whatever it was her back was bumping against—ah, yes, her grand piano. He was tall enough that it was the perfect height for her to wrap her legs around his hips and align their bodies where she desperately wanted them to be.
They started up a heavy grind through their clothes while their tongues engaged in a gold-medal wrestling match. She tugged his T-shirt up his hard stomach until he had to break the kiss to whip it over his head.
“Nice piano,” he said before diving back in. “Hard to get a grand... upstairs apartment?”
She moaned, tipping her head back while he feasted along her throat, her palms sliding over his bare skin like she couldn’t touch all of him fast enough.So. Many. Muscles.“I’m lucky. Was here before I moved in. Came with the place— Oh my god, Ash.”
He was still grinding his hips against hers, the friction so exquisite she nearly lost it. She could feel the ridge of his hard cock through his pants, and she had never wanted anything more.
“You have a roommate?”
“Cat. Why.”
“Wanna fuck you right on this piano.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
A big hand landed on her chest and pushed her flat on her back against the cool wood. Her own shirt was already off—fancy that. On her back, she got her first proper look at the bare-chested man between her thighs, and her mouth actually went dry.
He was magnificent. Unlike anyone or anything she’d seen before. All that silky black hair spilled over a godlike body that was ribbed with strength, and those luxurious indigo eyes were looking at her like he wanted to eat her for dinner.
She wanted to ask him how he was real, but she was quickly distracted when he stepped back and began pulling her leggings down. He took them and her high-tops and socks off and threw the whole works over his shoulder without a backward glance.
When they were gone, he trailed his mouth up to her inner thighs, stopping to slide her panties off and toss them away too. Watching him do that... She was pretty sure she might have come already.
If not, she definitely came within minutes of his mouth dipping between her legs, his tongue expertly working her clit. Her scream probably woke the neighbors.
But he wasn’t content with just once. As soon as her body began to relax, he spread her apart with his fingers and feasted once again on her tingling flesh without a shred of mercy. He didn’t let up until she orgasmed again, and this scream probably woke the whole building.
This time, he didn’t stop when her climax crested, not even when she begged, and miraculously, he pushed her over the edge yet again. The man was a genius.
Gasping for breath, she sat up, pulling him up to kiss her and tasting herself on his lips. Her head spun from pleasure so fast she nearly passed out. Three orgasms in one go? Never before, not even on a marathon with her vibrator.
Ash slid her bra straps down, pushing the cups aside to free her breasts like he had no idea how the clasp on the back worked. Chuckling, she reached back—one pinch and it fell off. He got busy sucking on her nipples. She got busy working his jeans open.
She shoved the intrusive fabric down, and her fingers closed around a cock that was, like the rest of him, too good to be true. Just the smooth, silky feel was nearly enough to send her over the edge again. Long and thick, the satiny head was already slick with pre-cum, and she spread it around with a thumb, fighting a somewhat feral urge to rub it all over her. His responsive moans as she stroked him... Unbelievable. Heavenly.
He scooped her up again, her legs winding back around his hips, and then they were traveling. Where? Didn’t matter. Just as long as he ended up inside her in the next two minutes.
Her bare ass landed on something cold. The kitchen counter. Slightly lower than the piano—better for penetration. And there he was, pushing at her entrance, the head of his cock stretching her as he just barely pushed inside, making her head spin and her sight blacken and—
