“That makes sense …” I whisper against his mouth.
And it does. I don’t want a long-distance relationship, especially not when I’ve only known the guy for two weeks. I barely have time for him when he lives the floor below me—if he’s another state away, we’re doomed.
“It’s sensible,” he says, kissing me again, pulling me flush against him.
“So sensible,” I gasp out as his lips travel down my throat, his hands firmly gripping my ass. “But I’m not selfish.”
“Hm?” He nibbles my shoulder, pushing down the strap of my vest top.
Before he can go further, I get to my knees and grip his belt. A muscle feathers beneath his jaw as he looks down at me, cornflower blue eyes filled with fire and need.
I unbuckle his belt. “I don’t want you to leave and remember me as someone who only takes.” I slip the leather free from the buckle and pull down his zipper.
“Ella—”
“Shut up, Asher.” I tug down his pants, releasing his cock, my eyes widening and my pussy clenching at the sight of it. I glance up at him. “Say goodbye after you’ve come down my throat.”
Chapter 13
Asher
God, this is a bad fucking idea.
But I’m the one on my feet; I’m in total control of this situation.
… I think.
My head drops back against the door as Ella wraps her soft lips around my solid cock. Her breath is warm, her fingernails sharp as she presses them into my thighs and takes my dick deep. It’s a sudden warmth, the back of her throat greeting me fast, and I moan, almost crying out her damn name.
I should stop this.
I was supposed to kill her, not?—
“Oh, fuck—” I grip her hair as she takes me deeper, her throat tight and wet.
How has attempted murder turned into the best blow job of my fucking life?
And then she swallows.
With my fat, hard cock halfway down her throat, the woman fucking swallows.
“Holy fucking shit,” I groan.
And that’s her getting started.
She sucks me, licks me, treats my cock like it’s the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted, all while teasing and massaging my balls and looking up at me with those dark blue eyes. It’s dizzying how good she is at this, and I suddenly want to kill any man who has experienced the same pleasure I currently am.
The sensation grows, tension building at the base of my spine and balls, and I groan.
“Ella, I’m gonna come, holy fucking shit?—”
She speeds up, her rhythm absolutely fucking perfect, and I grip her head as I come. Stars burst behind my eyes and I grunt, emptying myself down her throat, my heart damn near bursting out of my chest.
I half slump against the door, hardly feeling Ella licking me clean until she presses her lips to mine. I deepen the kiss, tasting the salt of myself on her tongue.
“How long until you leave?” she asks quietly.
I swallow, not knowing how long to keep up this lie. “A few weeks, maybe.”
