He spins around and opens the drawer, retrieving one similar, and clamps it down on my other nipple. Then he takes a step back to admire his work.
“You look so damn beautiful like this. What can I do to you next?”
“Fucking me would be a great start,” I say on a heated breath.
“Nah, too easy. I still owe you for that smart mouth of yours.”
He takes my lips in a brutal kiss. Then I hear the ice dispenser behind me. Asher tears his lips from mine, bringing the crescent shape ice cube to rub along my bottom lip. He trails the tip down my chin, my neck, between the swells of my clamped tits. My body rages with heat, slowly melting the ice touching my skin. Then he’s kneeling down in front of me again, slowly running the cube up and down my quivering thighs, then I feel it between my legs.
“Wha—what are you doing?” I ask when he runs it along the dark crevice of my backside.
“Torturing you.”
“Asher, please.”
Pulling away, he pops the half melted cube into his mouth, crunching it up with a look of pure satisfaction as he unties my hands and releases the chip clips from my breasts.
I gasp as the blood rushes back to my nipples, my pussy aching with a need I’ve never felt before.
Asher reaches for the backs of my thighs to lift me up then he slams me against the refrigerator door. Cereal boxes tumble down around us as he enters me.
Hard.
Fast.
Without warning or remorse.
The scream that rips from my throat is just as primal as the hoarse grunts coming from his own. His intense blue eyes burn into mine.
“Your cunt is so fucking perfect. Tight. Hot. Gonna stay buried in it all goddamn night.”
With every dark promise he makes, I’m one step closer to tumbling over the edge but it’s when one of his fingers breach my ass that I completely fall apart.
My nails dig into the skin of his back while he buries his head in my neck, emptying himself inside of me, and that’s when I realize the mistake we just made.
“Asher,” I somehow manage to breathe. “No condom.”
He lifts his head to find my eyes. “I’m clean. And I can’t have kids. So we’re good.”
I blink up at him, shocked by this revelation. “I’ve never had unprotected sex before,” he says. “I can prove it to you if you like.”
“No, I trust you. It’s not that. What do you mean you can’t have kids?”
His jaw ticks. “Got it taken care of a few years back.” He pulls out and the loss of him is greater than I expected when I feel his cum trickle down my inner thigh as he lowers me to the floor and takes a step back.
“And I’ve never regretted that decision until now.”
I’m still in shock by what he just said. I can’t believe he went as far as to get himself fixed to ensure that he would never be emotionally attached to anyone. I’m not sure what to say or how to respond and that’s so unlike me. I don’t know if I’m more saddened by the fact that he was so traumatized by his past that he felt compelled to do it or that there is no hope that we will ever have a child together.
And that thought alone stuns me. That I am even considering a future with him, but when I close my eyes at night, he’s all I see.
We shower in relative silence. The confession hanging between us like a thick curtain as I run a soapy cloth between my legs, washing away the last remaining remnants of our earlier lovemaking.
“Say something,” he urges as I rinse off.
“I—I’m not really sure what to say.”
“Are you disappointed?”
