Chapter 6 - Turn me on
CHAPTER 6
I can tell from experience that they are virgin and have never been touched by a guy.
But how is she still innocent with all of these on her. I wonder as I stare into her innocently alluring eyes.
"What?" She snaps, "what are your hands doing on my chest?" She asks but she does nothing to take them off and I know from experience that there is no better way to invite a guy than for your words to contradict your actions.
"I just.." I slur. The champagne I had earlier seems to be in action as I draw circles on her chest feeling her shiver. .
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I straighten up when I realize what I had just done.
"Yeah, sooooo "
"So what?"
"I asked you what I'm doing in your car." She says as she placed her hand on the door lock ready to bolt out the next moment.
"You got injured by your colleague, and I saved you just in time. Leave this to me as well, I'll take care of it." I tell her and I notice her breath relax.
"Just trust me." I tell her and start the car but i don't get s response from her till we get to my house.
Do I have magic or is she willing?
I don't seem to understand why everything about her contradicts.
Isn't she supposed to protest about wanting to get back to work, isn't that what they always do?
Play hard to get, but end up pleasing me. She is however different. And I'm so curious to know what she has for me.
Is she going to be innocent all through or did she fall for my charm as soon as she saw me? She was trying to flirt with me after all.
As soon as I pull up at the front of my villa, she seems to come out of her daze.
"Where are we?" She asks with a hint of panic in her voice.
Is she doing this intentionally or was she really in a trance, because she is doing more than just turning me on.
Her slightly startled face and the rapid fluttering of her eyelashes.
She starts to tug at the seat belt again, but not as violently as she did when we left the bar.
Everything about her actions feel different.
Amongst all the women I've ever met or had contact with in any way at all, I've never met one at all and trust me when I say this, but women can be really cliché with their actions.
"I said where are we?" She asks again and I have a feeling that if I give her a reason to ask for the third time, her screams will wake everyone in the estate.
I'd rather preserve those screams for something else.
"At my place." I tell her, expecting her to make a fuse out of it, but she seems to relax into the chair instead.
Isn't she scared?
I'm a fucking stranger and nothing in her eyes recognition, or is this a different trend?
Acting naive and confusing us, guys with their contradicted action.
"To get my wounds treated, right?" She asks me and I swear I wouldn't doubt it if I was told that she took a course in seduction.
How is she so good?
She sounds so much like a goddess of some sort.
Her voice makes me want to worship her. My mom has tried to change my stone cold heart to her religion and make me worship the God she owes her success to, I still remain unconvinced.
But this little Ashley…
This lady with a perfect body shape in a waitress' uniform makes me want to do things.
"Yes, you might get an infection if not." I tell her and lean into her to unbuckle the seatbelt.
She leans back as if it's a reflex action.
"Done." I tell her before she relaxes. She's different.
"Oh, thank you." She says and nods gently before I get out and help her out of the car.
She can't help but lean on me as walk to the front porch of my house.
Ashley's POV
It has to be him.
Over the months, I have be one self conscious around people because of that nuisance of a boyfriend, but for some reason, I feel extremely comfortable even though my breathing stops when he moves close.
He says he wants to help with my injury, but the look in his eyes tell me that he wants to inflict more on me.
He has the dizzy look that makes you feel spellbound and in my bid to distract myself on our way to his home, my mind wandered far, too far than it has in a while.
I thought about Charles and how my cowardice leaves me on the pedestal when I should have moved on.
I know confessing to him could have gone two ways, but I didn't, instead I was focused on how he was going to look at me if I told him I liked him and now, I don't know how I feel.
I shake my head in a bid to shake the thoughts off. I can't afford to get depressed because I used to be a fool, because from now on, I'll take what I want when I can.
And Paul?
I do not know how I would escape from his evil grip yet, but i won't let him get to me.
December thirteen is just two weeks away. This is my only chance to really enjoy sex like the novels describe it.
I can't afford to leave it till Paul traumatizes me.
"You can sit here, while I go get the first aid kit." He tells me as soon as we get into his house.
It's a villa and the fact that he's going to get the kit himself shocks me.
Isn't he supposed to have maids or helps around? Realization dawns on me as I remember the gate had an automatic sensor and there was no gateman.
The estate is secluded and far off. So if he truly was a a psychopath, I'm done for. But if he wasn't, I'll just enjoy the night.
After he helped clean the blood on my fingers despite my squirming from the stinging pain it brought about, I'm in the bathroom, ready to take my bath.
The steam in the bathroom makes me imagine something out of the movies I've watched.
I let the white towel around me slowly fall to my feet while I walk up to the bathtub.
Does he treat all of his guests like this or??
This setting feels different from the usual, but it wouldn't stop me from enjoying this night.
I'll just ask him outrightly if he wants to sleep with me or not.
If he wants to, then lucky me and if he doesn't, I'll have to look for someone else.
After all, he has a good heart. It will be no surprise if he rejects me.
And just when I'm about to step into the bathtub, I slip barely saving my head from colliding with the white ceramic.
I feel so panicked and the only thing I ever do when I panic is cry.
Simon's POV
"Careful, careful." I tell her as soon as we get to my bedroom which is the closest to the bathroom.
She's still shook by the fact that she fell in the bathroom even though she didn't get hurt.
"Lay still, I'll go get you something to change into." I tell her as I turn my back to her.
Never have I ever carried someone half naked without haven fucked them yet, and this place is my home, my personal abode, my secret place. Yet for some flimsy reason, I brought her here and she's laying stack naked right behind me while I remain unsure of what is going to happen next.
In the fifteen years of my life since I first understood the pleasure that came with sex, I have never felt this unsure even when it had to do with business. I could always predict my next move, but with this Ashley girl whose innocence makes me so hard that it physically hurts, I'm uncertain.
But just when I'm about to take another step forward to get her something to wear from my closet, probably one of my big t-shirts, I feel a gentle tug on the sleeve of my shirt.
"Don't you want me?" She asks with a voice as beautiful as her full D Size breast.
I turn to look at her in the ungodly position which she is sitting in.
She is kneeling on the bed with her hands crossed in front of her, but they only manage to cover her nipples.
Her flat tummy and cleanly shaved V area look so perfect.
Again, never in the past fifteen years since I started fucking did I ever think a woman's body was worth worshipping.
I'm hard as fuck and I know that if I did get to have my way with her this evening, I'll hurt her which I do not want to happen.
But the way her big blue misty eyes stare at me washes of the little moral decency I have left in me.
"Don't you want to touch me and sleep with me and fuck me?" She asks again as she moves a bit forward.
She slowly lets her pretty fingers down to show me her nipples and I watch as they harden but I bet they are not as hard asy cock raging in my boxers to let go.
"I…" My throat feels hot, but I manage to retract the steps I took away from her back before dropping to my knees right in front of her.
Ashley's POV
"I fucking want you Ashley." He says as soon as he falls in front of me.
At first, I felt panicked because of the entranced look he had in his eyes. His mouth was slightly agape and his shoulders were sagged, however, his next movement after dropping to his niece shocked me.
But how did he know my name?
I try my best not to get panicked by the thought and it is then that it dawned on me, maybe he saw it on the badge. That calms me and my focus immediately returns to how he's feasting on me.
He would lick my nipples and circle his tongue around it before sucking in on it and repeat the same thing for my other breast, and except for the times when Paul forced me to share the bed with him, I have never had my breast touched talk less of eaten this way.
My body feels like it's all nerves and with every touch, I feel a shiver run down my spine. He gently kissed his way down to my navel where he let his tongue linger.
Isn't he bothered that I didn't get to take my bath?
Simon's POV
The feeling of control I feel doesn't compare to any way I've felt before now.
She looks naive and acts like it, like she doesn't know what she should do or doesn't even know that she should do anythun, but I do.
Her body seems to be giving me directions which I'm ready to take.
I'm ready to worship the body of this Goddess.
I slowly make her lie on her back before climbing up on her. She looks shy and the blush on her face is ethereal.
As much as I try to look into her eyes, I can't because she keeps darting her eyes around.
Didn't she just ask me if I wanted her?
Why act shy now?
I shift my focus from her eyes down to her slender neck then down to her breast.
Damnit, I can't just look.
I lower myself till I'm resting on her, however I support my weight with my arms so I don't drop it all on her, then slowly I kiss my way down to her vagina area to continue what I started before.
She's so beautiful down here. I spread her legs as far apart as they can get before bringing myself down to her toes.
I let my finger trail her feet and i can tell that she feels tinglish from the way she keeps curling and uncurling her toes. She begins to let out soft moans as I start kissing my way up from her thighs to her insides then down and up her left thigh before deciding to feats on her pussy even more than I did her succulent breast.
I let my tongue lap between her pussy lips, slowly at first before increasing the pace till I begin to taste her juice.
She has a fair taste of mint and strawberry. The first of her kind.
After taking my time on her lips, I proceed to her swollen clitoris which look all red and ready for me, then a little down where I kiss and suck her till she starts squeezing her legs and shaking.
But I haven't even started yet, and like I said, i am going to worship this body and show her how much I want her to myself.
I'm beginning to feel so hurt and suffocated myself, so I straighten up to pull of my shirt.
"Why…" she asks but stops mid sentence after sitting up.
"Why did I stop?" I ask her with a smirk and she gives me a shy nod.
"To pull off my shirt sweetheart, do you mind?" I ask her and she decides to reply with her actions.
Since I'm already on my All-stars stylocity t-shirt, she proceeds to unbotton my trousers before unzipping it and tenderly pulling it down.