Chapter 23

The explicit request coming from those perfect lips of hers was too much. Ash swung her back around on the stool, picked her up by the waist and set her ass on the counter. He kicked the stool away and forced his way into the warmth of her body. He yanked her tiny spaghetti strap shirt down, revealing small breasts that were, to his surprise and intense pleasure, not confined by a bra.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, immediately palming one of her breasts in a huge hand. "I'm going to make you come so hard, it'll make the locker room look like child's play."
She moaned and tipped her head back, the vibrant blue tips touching the counter top. Her silken skin filled his rough hands. The way her body moved against him, expressing her pleasure, made his head swim and his dick grow so hard against the zipper of his jeans he thought he might explode in his pants.
"Can't wait, baby," he mumbled, reaching under her skirt and yanking her panties down her legs. They caught on her boots. He pulled the boots off then proceeded to strip her panties and socks off. Her tiny feet caught him off guard. The were so perfectly shaped, the delicate bones filling his big hands and the tiny toenails, painted bright purple, wiggling against him. He'd always thought foot fetishes to be laughable, but now he was reconsidering. His girl had the sexiest feet he'd ever seen.
Ash dropped her feet, stood to his full height and, unsnapping his jeans, shoved them just low enough to allow his heavy erection to spring free. He pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it over his thick penis. She stared down at him and moaned, licking her lips.
Seizing her hips he dragged her to the edge of the counter and tilted her pelvis forward. He smoothed his hand down her front and under her skirt. She widened her legs as he slipped his fingers into her dripping cunt. She gasped and arched her hips, encouraging him to pump his fingers, seeking the orgasm she knew he could give her.
Fuck. He was lost.
In one rough move he pulled his fingers free, jerked her off the counter, fit her against his body and shoved hard up into her slick heat. She screamed, her face twisting as pleasure and pain merged. She clutched desperately at his shoulders, her nails digging deep into the skin.
"Easy!" she gasped.
Ash tried to give her time to accommodate. Her small body clung to him like a vine, her vagina fluttering against his cock trying to accept the sudden invasion. It felt so fucking good his head swam from trying to keep his body upright and breathing.
She wiggled her hips experimentally, as if to see if she was ready to continue. That small movement was enough to ignite the flames. He gripped her hips tightly, fingers pressing into her smooth flesh, and grunted. "Not this time, sweetheart. I need to fuck you hard."
He lifted her until the squeeze of her pussy slid off him and then slammed her back down, forcing her to accept his full length. She yelled again and then held on tight as he started to fuck her with enough force to knock the wind out of her with each stroke.
Ash knew he should slow down, he knew he should have played with her more in the beginning, made sure she was completely ready for him. It wasn't like him to lose control with a woman. Hell, he was pretty sure he had never been so turned on in his life, and he had plenty of other encounters for comparison. But something about this chick just did it for him. She was so perfect he didn't understand how she was single.
That one stray thought had him stopping his frantic motion. What if she wasn't single? What if he was fucking a married woman? Not that he hadn't been there before. But the thought of Anya married made him want to rip out some guts, specifically those of her imaginary husband. Suddenly Ash understood the possessiveness of his boss towards his previously married woman.
Anya lay limply in his arms, gasping for breath, her face flushed from trying to keep up with him. "You stopped?" she whispered, disappointed.
"Boyfriend?" he growled, pulling her head back with a fist full of hair so he could look into her glazed eyes while he questioned her. "Married?"
"What?" she asked, dazed.
"Are you seeing anyone?" he gritted out between clenched teeth.
She laughed weakly and shook her head. "You have hella timing big man. No, I'm not seeing anyone."
He grunted in acknowledgment and then gripping her once more pulled her off of him. He took a few steps and then tossed her on the couch. She yelled as he dropped down on top of her, lined himself back up and then filled her body with cock again. She clung to him, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
"Going to come baby," he groaned against her throat. "Want you come with me."
"Yes!" she gasped, shoving her hand between their bodies.
Understanding her intent he planted his fists into the couch on either side of her head and levered himself up to give her space. He dropped his head so he could watch her hand dance over her own body and hover over her clit. Ash groaned when she began circling one finger over her clit, her knuckles coming into contact with his dick every few strokes.
It was enough to send him over the edge.
With a hoarse shout, he widened his knees to give himself more leverage and thrust into her so hard he shoved her up the couch.
"Fuck!" he yelled, coming harder than he'd ever done in his life.
She followed him a few seconds later, lifting her hips against him and opening her mouth in a silent scream, while her finger masturbated furiously over her clit. She followed the orgasm through the little explosions afterward, her finger circling slower and lighter as she gently drifted back.
Ash pulled out of her and rolled to the side so he wouldn't continue to crush her much smaller body. He instantly regretted it. He forgot they had moved to the couch and hit the floor hard. He heard her breathless giggle, but could only grin stupidly and let his body relax against the hotel carpet. Hell, he'd fucked in much worse places. He planned on enjoying the afterglow for as long as he could.
Anya rolled onto her side and peeked over the edge of the couch at him with big blue, heavily made up eyes. They were still cloudy with the haze of passion and a little uncertain. Ash didn't like that uncertainty. He reached up, grabbed her arm and yanked.
She shrieked as she fell off the couch and landed on his hard chest. She sort of slid sideways and then laughed when he grabbed her naked waist and hauled her back on top where he wanted her. Ash liked her like this. Smiling. Relaxed. Soft. There was none of the usual sass or guardedness he was beginning to understand was her essential armour against the world. She was such a mix of interesting contradictions. She talked big, walked the walk in the big boy clubs, became a sexual vixen in his arms and then an innocent in the afterglow of her orgasm.
"What are you looking at?" she asked quietly, her eyes still smiling down at him, her hair a riot of blue and black around her shoulders.
"Your tits," he replied, earning himself a slap on the shoulder.
Ash traced her jaw with his finger and tucked a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. He touched her lips, marvelling at the still vivid purple of them. Somehow her lipstick hadn't rubbed off when he kissed her. He had never bothered to spare a thought about women's cosmetics before, but now he wanted to know everything about this mysterious woman, including what lipstick brand she favoured and why it didn't rub off.
"I'm looking at the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," he said, enjoying the slight flare of her blue eyes. "You're perfect, Anya. The complete package. I can't wait until my dick recovers, because I plan on doing that again, except slower."
He knew eventually her prickly armour would have to come back, but he hoped maybe he'd chipped enough away to start getting to the heart of her. Apparently he'd assumed wrong. Her face wiped of any expression and, with a hand on his chest, she pushed herself up.
She reached for her clothes, which were scattered around the kitchen island. She tossed him a sharp look. "Don't mistake this for anything other than a quick fuck, Ash," she said coldly, yanking clothes on with shaking fingers. "It was good, but I don't plan on repeating the experience. This isn't a relationship."
Fuck. The ice queen was back.
Ash stood up, rolled the condom off and tossed it in the trash. He pulled his jeans back up, zipped and buttoned them. His cock apparently hadn't gotten her ‘not interested' memo, because the sight of her bent over yanking her boots on with jerky, hurried movements had him going hard again.
Ash pressed the heel of his hand against his crotch to adjust. "I didn't ask for a relationship baby, only a repeat performance," he sneered, grumpy that she was turning what they'd done into something less than it was. He knew she had also experienced a life-altering event when his dick plowed into the heart of her. But a guy had his pride and Ash wasn't about to admit to her that he'd lost his heart the moment she flipped him off at the match.
"Fuck you, Ash!" she snapped, yanking her shirt into place and heading for the door.
"Been there, tapped that," he snapped back, reaching for his shirt and following her out, determined not to leave her alone in the casino. He knew what kind of predators frequented the place. They would most definitely take advantage of a fine woman like Anya, especially with her current pissed off sex-mussed vibe making her look unbelievably fuckable.