Chapter 2:-
Ash almost fell off his chair. The thought of laughing ran through his mind, but saw the look on Amy's face and considered his options. How the fuck did she come to this conclusion? He found he just sat staring at her, completely dumbstruck.
"Oh, just forget it, Ash. I'm sorry. It's been a tough week this week." She stood and went to the sink, dropping her dirty plate in the basin and staring wet-eyed out of the window into the dark night outside.
Now he felt like shit. What was it with him and women?
Standing, he crossed to where Amy still stood at the sink. Sliding his hands up her arms, he closed the distance between them until her back pressed against him, sending fresh sparks of desire rippling through his muscles.
"I'm sorry Amy. This has nothing to do with the way I feel about you. No, that's wrong," he quickly backtracked when he felt her stiffen in his arms. "What I mean to say is, you drive me nuts. Sometimes I can't bear to be around you."
Amy gasped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Quite aside from the fact that she was madly in love with him, what he was saying was downright cruel. She snatched herself out of his hands and spun. Her eyes were wide, wet, and angry.
"If that's the way you feel, you know where the door is. Don't let it bite ya on the way out." She slid from his grasp and ran for her bedroom, taking the stairs two at time, and slamming the door behind her. Only then did she allow the tears to fall down her cheeks. Every single one of Ash's words stung. She had been a fool, throwing herself at him. Well, now she knew where she stood, and she was damned if she'd ever even talk to him again.
"Fuck!" Ash slammed his fists down onto the granite counter. His words ran through his mind, again and again. How could he have been so stupid? He'd been trying to tell her that she was driving him crazy with desire, and that he was on the point of giving in no matter what the cost was. Yet it had all come out wrong, and now it was likely that she would be in a stinking mood for, well, forever.
He walked to the bottom of the stairs and took a deep breath. He could picture her lay on her bed, crying, and all because of him. For the first time in a while, Ashe wished her were an ordinary man, free to love her as she wanted – as she deserved – to be loved.
Things were very different between Artemis and himself. He didn't love Arte. Most of the time he hated her. But he needed her. Without her, he would die. It was her blood that kept him alive. Everything else was just her way of punishing him. The sex. Gods, how he come to hate the feel of her against his skin, as she took him over and over, to the point of exhaustion. But she had ties over him that he couldn't break even for Amy. Without Ash, the Dark Hunters had no one. Without the Dark Hunters, the daimons could do as they liked.
No, things are the way they are for a reason, he thought as he stood outside Amy's door. But knowing that didn't help when his body screamed for the woman behind the door.
"Go away Ash. Just go away," she cried, her voice muffled by what he assumed was a cushion.
"I can't Amy. Everything came out wrong. Let me come in, I need to explain," he whispered, resting his forehead against the wood.
The door swung open and he almost toppled forwards in surprise.
"Say what you have to say and then go, Ash. I'm sick of feeling like this when you're here. You drive me insane sometimes," she admitted.
"I meant the things I said downstairs, but not the way the came out. I want you so badly I ache to be around you. I have a permanent hard-on in your company. It's all I can do to control myself." Even now, he had to resist pulling her into his arms and holding her against him.
"This is all fucked up Ash." She looked up at him as she spoke. "I can't take much more. You know how much I want you, and you say you want me too but every time she calls, you go running and I'm left here. I don't mind not seeing you every day if the time we did spend together was worth spending together."
"Friendship is all I can give you, even if it's not what I want. It's all I have. It hurts me to leave you, too, and yes, it also hurts me to be around you. I hate seeing you like this, half-dressed, your body out on display for me to lust after. Tormenting me." Without thinking, he gabbed her hand and held it against his straining cock. "Does this tell you how much I want you?"
Amy gulped loudly. Sweat broke out over her skin. She couldn't breathe and it felt like her tongue had swollen in her mouth. She gulped again as her hand stayed even after he'd moved his away.
He felt huge, thick, way too big for her. But she would've been willing to risk trying. Heat surged between her legs as she ran her palm up and down his leather covered cock.
At that moment, she hated Artemis more than she ever thought possible. Ash didn't love Artemis, didn't even want her the way he wanted Amy.
A thick groan bought her falling from her thoughts. Ash's eyes closed as he concentrated, as her hand still rubbed the thick bulge beneath his pants.
'You have to stop, Amy.'
His thick husky voice appeared inside her head and she looked at him from beneath her dark lashes. "I don't think I can, Ash. I need you."
Her small fingers began unlacing the front of his leather pants…and he just watched from his heavily hooded eyes. If he didn't stop her now, he never would. Trying to move his hands to stop her appeared to be nigh on impossible and he found himself leaning back against the wall as she pulled the last thong out from his flies.
Before he could stop himself, he knotted his hands in her midnight black hair as she finally released his aching cock. Her fingers wrapped firmly around the shaft as if testing out what he liked. It didn't matter. Amy was touching him, and that was all that his brain accepted.
Amy gasped. It wasn't so much the size of him, or the girth – although both impressive – it was more that she finally had him where she wanted him. Well, technically, that would be on the bed, but she wasn't about to complain or jinx her luck.
Damn, he felt good in her hand. Like steel covered in velvet. Hard as iron yet pliant, and hot, so hot. Stroking her hand down to the base, she flicked her tongue out to lick at the salty droplet of pre-come that oozed from the small slit in the plum-shaped head.
Ash's hands tightened in her long hair as her scorching mouth enveloped his cock. He almost came when she curled her tongue around the glans and sucked hard, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin.
As good as it felt, if she carried on doing this he was going to explode in her mouth, and if tonight was going to be their first time, he didn't want it to be like that.
"Amy, stop, please," he whispered, biting back his self-control. "I don't want to start the night like this." He tugged her hair with his hands to make her stop, tugging harder when she wouldn't.
"You taste even better than I imagined you would," she told him when she finally relinquished his cock from her mouth. With one final flick of her tongue over his responsive cock, she let her hand slide from his thick shaft and she stood.
Grabbing her roughly, he twisted them so that she was backed against the wall and kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth and he could taste himself there, along with her own sweetness.
He could feel her small, warm breasts flatten against his chest, and he was suddenly burning with the urge to get her naked, on her back, on the bed. His body was on fire for her, and no matter what the outcome, he wasn't going to lose this chance.