All Fired Up (8 page)

‘Um … uh-huh … like it,’ he kept saying. Then, ‘Are you sure you want me to relay that? Precisely as spoken?’ A faint blush rose along the ridge of his cheekbones. ‘Sure?’ His grin literally ate up his face.

‘What’s she saying to you?’ Ash slid along the sofa so that he was closer to Spook, hoping to catch a few of Ginny’s words, but Spook had the phone clamped so close to his ear there was no chance of that. ‘Spook, you’d better bloody tell me or I’m going to –’

‘You’re going to what, Ashley?’

Ash let his shoulders fall. ‘Wait patiently.’

‘Good. She likes that.’ He
hm-hmmed
some more at whatever else it was Ginny was saying. ‘She says it’s only fair that you’re antsy, given that you didn’t give her what she wanted either.’

‘Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. We all know that.’

‘She, however, isn’t cruel, which means, if you’re a good boy, you’ll still get your treat.’

Damn, Ash could almost hear her saying it. He could picture her exact expression too, as if she were standing in front of him holding that damned riding crop. Not that he wanted her to use it. He’d have a heart attack if it went anywhere near his skin. Still, the fantasy of her brandishing it remained compelling. ‘What do you mean, I still get my treat? What treat?’

‘Your reward, your release,’ Spook translated. ‘Now, here’s how this is going to work. Ginny’s going to whisper really sexy things into my ear, and then I’m going to tell you what she wants you to do. All you have to do is obey. Got it?’

‘What! Seriously? Spook, I am not …’ He wetted his lips, strangely turned on by what was being proposed. ‘I’m not jacking off in front of you.’

‘Sure? Then I guess I’ll just hang up.’ Spook lifted the device away from his ear and moved his thumb across the screen to end the call. He was on his feet now, no longer content to remain seated, but stretching and rising onto his toes, as if he needed to move in order to control the buzz he was feeling.

‘Wait. No.’ Ash breathed slowly, failing to calm the excitement building in his nerves too. ‘Is this … Is this what Ginny wants me to do?’ He wetted his lips, already perfectly aware of the answer. This was exactly the sort of teasing, subversive act she’d get off on, especially given the opportunity to involve Spook in it. ‘And you’re OK with it?’

‘I wouldn’t be holding the phone if I wasn’t. Get it out, Ash. Let’s not keep the lady on hold.’

OK, this was officially weird, yet strangely exhilarating too. Ash couldn’t quite believe what he was doing, but somehow that didn’t stop his fingers from curling as instructed and his cock filling up his palm. ‘Tell her I’m stroking my big hard dick for her.’ If they were going to do this, then what was the point in being coy? If she wanted dirty, then he’d give her dirty. He’d give her something else too, the next time he saw her. Yes, he’d play her game, get himself all wound up in knots, but he’d make sure he got payment in return. That was only fair, after all.

A sudden smile burst across his face, pulling his lips upwards at the corners as he thought about the sort of revenge he might enact, and where exactly that revenge might lead. In his mind it was always the same place – her very wet and welcoming pussy.

‘God, Ginny!’ It was killing him not being with her right now, even while she was dishing out instructions and lapping up his responses. He only wished it was Ginny’s sexy voice whispering all those words of encouragement, and not his best friend. Not that his brain had any trouble filling in the details of her voice. He knew her as if she was hardwired into his nervous system. If he concentrated on her, blanked everything else out, then he could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of her skin.

His mouth opened, as he imagined the taste of her lips.

‘She wants you to pump that dick.’

Ash’s head lolled against the sofa back, while he stretched his back straight and lifted his hips. His feet were braced wide apart on the floor as he blanked out his environment. All that mattered was what he could see in his mind’s eye and that his girl loved watching him.

She liked the way he moved his fist, the flex of his tendons, the soft, wet sound of his hand moving against his shaft.

Touch the head. Is it wet?

‘Yes.’

Are you weeping for me?
She did so love when he’d leak a little, saw it as a sign that his body couldn’t hold back. She liked to work those little beads into the head, flick her tongue against the eye and the extremely sensitive spot beneath it.

Was he crying? Very much so.

A tremor rolled through Ash’s body, making his already tensed muscles jerk. He needed this so much. He was furious and ravenous. Her words were soft but so full of power and temptation. He couldn’t help but obey.

Would you like to be inside me now? Driving your cock deep, melding us together, our sweat mingling, mouths locked?

‘I want you so much, Ginny.’

She must have asked Spook to move closer so that she could hear the slide of his fist pumping his shaft. He did it exactly as he knew she’d want him to, without fear or artifice, as though he was seemingly alone and this was in fact her own private peepshow. He tried not to think about Spook at all. Of course, that was rather difficult when he could hear his breathing and sense his very solid form, even when he wasn’t relating messages.

The true buzz came upon him in a rush.

Ash immediately snatched his hands away from his cock, and planted them on the leather banquette. ‘No,’ he insisted. ‘Too much, too fast. Need to catch a breath.’ This was all wrong on so many levels he didn’t know where to start, and yet it was so unbelievably fucking hot. Nought to sixty in under three seconds wasn’t good for a man, unless he wanted to be up again in another ten. ‘Need to slow down a little,’ he huffed.

‘That’s not what Ginny thinks. Enough resting, Ash. She wants to hear you come.’

If he so much as touched himself right now he’d do just that.

‘This better not go outside this room.’

‘I’m sure the guys are all lined up with their ears pressed to the door listening in,’ Spook replied, prompting Ash to glare at the door in horror. ‘Mate, they’re snoring. Paul’s responsible for the bass notes, and I assume Iain’s the one responsible for the percussion sounds. Chill. When have I ever spilled your dirty secrets?’

‘Never,’ Ash admitted. Spook didn’t even joke about that sort of stuff.

‘Exactly. So there’s nothing to worry about besides getting off so that I can get to bed.’

‘There’s nothing stopping you going now, if you just pass me the phone.’

Spook actually appeared to consider it, before he gave his head a decisive shake. ‘I would, but I’m actually quite enjoying listening to Ginny get all hot and breathy. You know she’s masturbating too, right? I think her pussy is pretty wet right now, and I’m not sure, but I think she might be using her electric boyfriend to get herself off.’

Ash growled. If Ginny was getting off, then he ought to be the one listening to it, not Spook.

‘If you start getting off to the sound of my girlfriend coming then I’m going to kill you,’ he spat in warning.

‘You’re killing her already by not giving her what she needs. Let’s see some more wrist action, Ash and maybe I’ll put her on speakerphone.’

‘Put her on speakerphone, and I promise they’ll be able to hear me coming right across Paris.’

‘That’ll make for an interesting headline,’ Spook observed, but Ash didn’t really hear him, because he was already narrowly focused on the sounds of Ginny’s hot, needy breaths and the mesmerising hum of something buzzing away in the background.

G
inny wasn’t sure what had got into her. She liked to push boundaries, and yeah, sometimes she flouted conventions, but this was taking things to extremes even for her. Then again, Spook wasn’t exactly protesting, was he? He could have said no. He could have hung up the moment she made the suggestion, or passed the phone over or plain walked away. Instead, he was listening to her and relaying her words in his delicious, slightly accented English. What’s more, she’d swear he was enjoying himself. Not in an overtly sexual way, perhaps not in a sexual way at all. She didn’t think she was turning him on describing what she wanted to do to Ash, and what she was demanding Ash do to himself, but he was definitely getting a kick out of something about this.

Control, maybe.

Spook definitely liked to be in control.

‘He’s being a good boy again now, Ginny.’

‘Describe him to me.’

Was that pushing this too far? Maybe it was. Relaying her words was one thing, asking one guy to get poetic about another guy’s cock might be something else entirely.

‘Scratch that. Take his picture, film him for me. I want to see everything.’

‘Filming will cut the phone conversation. Pics I can do.’

‘You do realise it’s illegal to share photos of people without their permission,’ Ash interjected. She could hear the wariness in his voice. He might be doing her bidding, but there were lines he’d refuse to cross. ‘So don’t, unless you fancy two years in jail,’ he warned Spook.

‘Sorry, you’re going to have to negotiate this one yourself, Ginny.’

‘One little picture, Ash,’ she pleaded. ‘Please, sweetheart. I bet you look like dynamite at the moment, and I don’t want to miss out.’

‘He can take it, but he’s not sending you it. Not over the network. It’ll get out.’

Sometimes he could be hopelessly paranoid.

‘There’re enough pictures of me getting off out there already.’

‘Not responsible,’ Spook said.

‘But you’ll let him take some so I can see them later? Please, Ash. Just one, even. I love seeing how you look when you come.’

‘How do I look?’

‘Hot,’ she gasped. ‘I bet you look every inch the dirty metal head you are, with your hand working just as furiously as when you play guitar. Ash, it gets me so badly every time I see you come and I look into your eyes. I love the way you grimace, right when you explode, so your eyes crinkle at the corners and you seem almost in pain, but are then surprised because it’s blissful instead.’

‘You make it sound very poetic. What I’m doing now isn’t poetic, Ginny. It’s slick and sleazy. It’s about desperation. I need you. My body doesn’t know what to do with itself without you. I don’t even know if I can let go.’

‘You can,’ she whispered. ‘I’m right there with you, Ash. It’s my hand stroking you, my cunt you’re filling up. I can feel you, inside me, stretching me, making it hard to focus or do anything besides breathe. Oh, oh, God!’ She gulped. ‘I’m there, Ash. I’m so close.’ She was too, racing towards a big explosive climax that threatened to shake her all to bits. ‘Come for me, Ash. Say it. Say yes.’

‘Yes,’ she heard him groan as her orgasm pulled her firmly inside herself and shook her until she lay sated on the bed. On the other end of the phone she could hear Ash’s sharp, sweet inhalations. She wished she could actually wrap her arms around him and hold on tight. The bed beside her seemed massive and cold, and the toy she’d used to help her get off woefully inadequate. It wasn’t just sex she wanted. It was company. Always, this was where her relationships seemed to flounder.

‘Ash, are you there?’ she whispered.

‘He’s here, more or less,’ Spook informed her. ‘If you give him a moment he might claw enough wits back together to talk to you.’

‘He’s all right, though?’

‘Delirious. You understand I don’t want to get too close, given how filthy he is, but I might just be able to give you a moment or two of privacy.’ She heard a faint beep and assumed he’d switched her off speakerphone.

‘Baby?’ Ash’s voice was husky and low. ‘I love you so bad.’

‘Ditto. Are you going to manage to get some sleep now?’

‘I think my brain’s already shutting down.’

‘Then I’ll see you tomorrow at some point. Badass rock stars need their beauty sleep.’

‘Tomorrow,’ he murmured.

‘Tomorrow,’ she promised. ‘Goodnight, Ash. I love you.’

* * *

Once Ginny had hung up, Spook returned his phone to his pocket. He didn’t mention the photographs, for which Ash felt curiously relieved. Now that episode was over, he felt rather odd about it.

‘You promise you won’t say anything to anyone?’

‘I said so already,’ Spook replied.

Ash bowed his head. ‘Just checking. That was a bit … weird. Intense, but … Let’s not do it again.’

‘Wasn’t planning to.’ Spook padded across to where the TV was and grabbed a box of tissues from the shelf that housed the DVD collection. ‘Maybe you’d like to clean up now.’

‘Thanks.’ Ash grabbed a handful of man-sized squares and cleaned the mixture of semen and saliva from his belly. Spook knelt on the sofa as he did so, and pushed the curtains back a little so he could focus on the night sky.

‘Ginny thinks you fancy me,’ Ash remarked. He and Spook were normally at complete ease with one another, but a new awkwardness seemed to have developed. Leastways, Ash felt awkward, and as if he needed to say something to explain what had just happened.

‘I don’t fancy you.’ Spook turned to face him as he spoke, presumably so Ash could read the sincerity in his expression when he spoke. ‘You’re not my type.’

‘I didn’t know you had one.’

Spook flicked the curtain back again. ‘There’s a hell of a lot of things you don’t know about me, Ash.’

‘I’m never even sure if the whole celibate thing is real or you’re having a laugh at our expense,’ Ash continued.

‘It’s not a ruse.’

‘You just don’t have sex. There must be a reason.’

Spook wandered over and sat down beside him. ‘How long have we known each other and you’re only asking me this now?’

‘Seemed an appropriate moment.’ That, and Ash did like to respect people’s privacy. He wasn’t always good at it, but there were some things you didn’t dig into without a mithril shovel, and he sensed this was one of those things. Of course, that didn’t make sense of why he was digging now, other than that they had just bulldozed a few dozen barriers and he needed Spook to show some sort of weakness too.

Spook got a faraway look in his eyes as if his reasons dated back to another historical era.