Chapter 1: Upstairs Encounter
Ashley’s pulse pounded in her throat as she gripped Brad’s wrist, dragging him up the stairs with a recklessness she hadn’t felt in years. The distant thud of bass from the party below faded behind them, swallowed by the thick, humid air of the upstairs hallway. Her silk blouse clung to her skin, damp from sweat and the weight of anticipation.
“You’ve been staring at me all night,” she said, breathless, turning to face him in the dim glow of the spare bedroom. The rumpled bed in the corner looked like it had seen better days—discarded party hats, half-empty glasses, the ghost of someone else’s bad decisions.
Brad’s grin was all teeth, dangerous and hungry. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”
She let her fingers trail down his chest, feeling the heat of him through his shirt. “Guess you’ll find out.”
His hands were on her waist before she could finish the thought, yanking her against him hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. His mouth crashed into hers, hot and demanding, tongue sliding against hers with a roughness that made her knees weak. She moaned into the kiss, fingers knotting in his hair as he backed her toward the bed.
Her heel caught on the edge of the mattress, and she tumbled onto it with a laugh, legs falling open as Brad climbed over her. His palm skated up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, fingertips grazing the damp lace of her panties.
“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he murmured against her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp.
“Been thinking about this,” she admitted, arching into his touch as his fingers slipped beneath the lace, stroking her in slow, maddening circles. “All night. All fucking year.”
Brad groaned, his other hand fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. The silk gave way under his fingers, exposing the swell of her tits spilling from her bra. He wasted no time, mouth closing over one peaked nipple through the lace, sucking hard enough to drag a broken sound from her throat.
Ashley writhed beneath him, hips rocking against his fingers as he worked her closer to the edge. “Enough teasing,” she panted, shoving at his pants. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Brad didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked out of his jeans, his cock springing free, thick and already slick at the tip. Ashley licked her lips, reaching for him, but he caught her wrist, pinning it to the bed as he settled between her thighs.
“You first.”
He pushed into her with one smooth thrust, the stretch making her cry out, back arching off the mattress. Brad cursed under his breath, hips grinding against hers as he bottomed out.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he gritted out, fingers digging into her hips.
Ashley clenched around him, nails scraping down his back. “Move. Fucking move.”
He obeyed, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had her seeing stars. Each thrust sent the bedframe rattling against the wall, the sound lost under her ragged moans.
Brad’s mouth found hers again, swallowing her gasps as his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight circles that sent electricity shooting up her spine. She was close, so fucking close, thighs trembling around him as the pressure built.
“That’s it,” he growled, fingers tightening on her hip. “Come for me.”
The command was all it took. Pleasure ripped through her, white-hot and blinding, her body locking around him as she shattered. Brad followed with a rough groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her, hips stuttering against hers.
For a long moment, the only sound was their mingled breathing, heavy in the quiet room. Ashley blinked up at the ceiling, still dazed, her limbs liquid with satisfaction.
Brad collapsed beside her, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. “So,” he murmured, voice rough. “You gonna sneak out, or am I walking you home?”
Ashley laughed, turning her head to meet his gaze. “Who says I’m done with you yet?”
His grin was slow, wicked. “Good answer.”