We crash through my door in a tangled mess of hands and feet. Me trying to get his shirt off his head and him trying to peel my yoga pants down my legs.
“Jesus, did you paint these motherfuckers on or what?”
I finally step away to push them down myself, kicking them off to the side. Then I reach up to take off my tank top and sports bra. Asher stands in front of me, looking at me like his cock is already inside of me, branding me, the hunger in his eyes blatant and thrilling.
He moves slowly, circling me. My skin tingles with excitement, nipples drawing tight as the cool air of his movement kisses my skin. I shiver as he comes back around to face me, my flesh begging for his touch.
“On your knees.” The deep command of his voice has me complying with the request without hesitation, his burning eyes holding mine as an understanding passes between us.
I know why he has to have control.
It’s the same reason I need to let mine go.
I fall to my knees, desperate for whatever it is he’s about to give me. His athletic shorts are tented with his erection and my mouth waters in anticipation as his strong tattooed fingers reach inside to pull himself free.
He rubs the tip across my bottom lip. “Open.”
I do as he says, opening for him, welcoming him into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as he thrusts in and out against my tongue.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “All the way back,” he says, giving a gentle thrust. I take him as far in as he will go, the head of his cock brushing the back of my throat. “Yes, fuck, that’s it. Just like that, baby.”
I bathe in his praise, anxious to give him more, so I grip his thighs with my hands, opening wider, making sure to keep my eyes on him just the way he likes it. “You filthy girl. I love how dirty you are for me.”
His thumb strokes my cheek affectionately, a contrast to the savage way he’s starting to fuck my mouth.
Excess saliva dribbles down my chin and onto my chest every time he pulls out completely only to bury himself all over again. The rational side of my brain tells me I should feel ashamed, embarrassed even, but I don’t. Because nothing has ever felt so right. I love the dark parts of me that only he’s been able to uncover, and I can’t wait to explore more of myself with him.
With a grunt, he pulls out of my mouth and helps me to my feet, leading me over to the refrigerator. “Grip the handles behind you,” he orders, placing a kiss to my cheek as he puts my hands exactly where he wants them. He reaches for the dishtowel neatly folded on the counter then secures each wrist to both handles of the fridge.
My adrenaline kicks up, flooding my body with excitement.
He kicks my feet farther apart then he squats down in front of me, using his thumbs to spread me open as he begins working my clit with his tongue.
“Oh God,” I cry out in pleasure.
He buries two fingers inside of me while his hot, wet tongue continues its assault. My mind is lost to all of the sensations invading my body at once. His fingers inside of me, the cool stainless steel pressed against my heated skin, his mouth sucking my clit.
My body convulses, the orgasm completely obliterating my body and mind.
Asher grins as he kisses his way up my belly, latching onto my right nipple before giving it a hard suck then scraping his teeth across the sensitive bud.
“That’s one,” he declares, reaching over to grab a bag of Doritos from the counter.
“You’re picking a hell of a time for a snack,” I tell him, still breathless from the orgasm he just delivered.
He releases the clip keeping the bag closed then, with a wicked smile, he sets the bag aside and cups my left breast in his hand, bringing my nipple to his mouth once more. He sucks.
Hard.
He releases it only to pinch the clip open and close it over my nipple.
“Fuck,” I grit, but not because it hurts.
Because it feels so damn good.
“I need another one,” he says.
I nod to the island behind him. “Middle drawer.”
