I’d just hung up from video chatting Axl—I missed having him in the house. It just didn’t feel right when one of us was away.
“I’m going to bed,” I said, both exhausted and needing some alone time with Asher. The only downside to living in a full house of family … not a lot of time alone.
“I’ll be there soon,” Asher said, his eyes dark as they traced down my body. The long slow leisurely stare was enough to burn my blood, but he didn’t touch me. We were keeping our promise to Jesse. Barely.
Things were actually a lot better between all of us, so that was worth the small sacrifice.
I’ll be waiting, I replied mentally.
His hands tensed on the couch, and I could tell he was fighting against just getting up and throwing me over his shoulder. Jesse said something and with an almost resigned sigh, Asher turned back to his friend. I’d let them have a few minutes before I started the mental torture. This new link between us was starting to grow on me, for more reasons than one—especially the fact that we could “touch” without being anywhere near each other.
Something I was about to take full advantage of.
Slipping into our room, I took a second, breathing it in. I’d been doing that a lot lately, that scent of Asher and me, mixed together, ocean and salty air, power and life. It was fast becoming my favorite scent, and with days until the final battle, I was more determined than ever to embrace the little things.
Crossing to our bathroom, I dropped my clothes on the floor, before cranking the shower, letting the water and steam fill the room. Ever since discovering my heritage, so much of my personality made sense. I loved the water, I always had, and since pools were not readily available in the neighborhoods I grew up in, and the ocean was not nearby, I had to make do with showers and baths. The moment I’d had any house to myself, I’d be in the water.
Asher had a really amazing shower. Huge. Great water pressure. Shower heads surrounded the stall, so spray hit me from all directions. The water was all recycled through a large system too, so we weren’t even wasting water. We reused all of it.
Guilt free showers were the best.
Guilt free and maybe a little naughty.
It was much easier now to slip into Asher’s mind. I couldn’t see through his eyes or even hear all of his thoughts, but I was aware enough to know he was still chatting to Jesse. They weren’t chatting about anything important. Just dude talk. A little about Axl’s new powers and the class Asher had to teach tomorrow.
Reaching for my body wash, I squeezed a small amount into my hand, breathing in that botanical scent. Nothing fake around here, our senses were too strong, but I did enjoy products touched by nature. Lathering it up, I started to wash myself, slowly, moving my hands across my sensitive skin. It didn’t take long for Asher to notice, and I realized that he’d had one “eye” on me since I walked away.
My breathing was a little heavier at that thought, knowing he was as turned on by me as I was by him … it was a heady feeling. My hands moved lower, slicking across my stomach, and I started to forget what my entire point of this had been. Teasing Asher was one thing, but I was actually torturing myself, because I was seriously in need of a decent orgasm.
As my fingers slipped toward the ache between my legs, I tried to stifle the moan on the tip of my tongue. I shouldn’t have bothered, because in the next second hands gripped my hips, jerking me back into his hardness. The moan spilled out as Asher’s hands replaced mine, soaped up and rubbing across my clit, another slipping between my folds and entering me. One finger, then two, fast and hard.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he breathed in my ear, but I literally couldn’t speak, because an orgasm crashed over me in the same second. I cried out as I rode his hand. Asher held me up through all of it, and before I could even finish experiencing the first wave of pleasure, he spun me so that we were facing each other.
His hands remained on my hips, just short of biting as they held me in place. We played this dominance game quite a lot, and Asher almost always won, but I got all the pleasure … so who was the real winner?
His mouth crashed into mine and I returned that kiss with as much force. As I opened my lips further, his tongue dominated me, taking whatever it wanted, drowning me in his taste. He pushed me back so he could sink to his knees, needing more room to fit his giant body. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue gliding over the sensitive nub that was still pulsing from my last orgasm. I cried out, fisting my hands into his hair and holding him tight to my body as he moved lower, licking me in one long line from bottom to top. He did this over and over until I couldn’t feel my legs. How in the fuck did someone feel this much pleasure and not die? My brain might just explode from the overload.
Asher’s mouth continued to destroy me, and right before my second orgasm, he connected our minds, sending every one of his desires through me.
I came, stars dancing across my vision as everything went black around the edges.
Fuck. Not even in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined someone loving me as Asher did. He wanted to possess and devour every single part of me.
I came again.
“Jesus,” I groaned. “You are literally going to kill me, Ash.”
His dark chuckle trickled across my body and I basically died. My body crumpled and it was only Asher hauling me up into his arms that stopped me hitting the floor. “You can handle it, love,” he murmured, before our lips met.
I could taste myself on his tongue, mixed with his intoxicating taste. It gave me extra energy to wrap my legs around his waist. I slid onto the long hard length pressed between us in one smooth move.
“Babe,” Asher groaned, his head tipping back slightly, the water running over his face. Was there anything sexier than a man in the shower, hair slicked back, droplets of water tracing the hard planes of his face? The answer to that was no. Fuck no. There was not a single sexier thing.
He pressed me back to the wall, giving himself enough leverage to slam up into me over and over, my body jerking against the force.
I loved every second.
I’d already had multiple mindblowing orgasms, and I didn’t expect another to be so close, but … it was Asher. Pretty sure there was no limit to the number of orgasms he could wring from me.
