“Look at you. So damn pretty … swallowing my cock so well.”
I don’t know how much time passes as Asher fucks into me without relent, stretching me, filling me as he whispers my name, only slowing when he knows I am on the verge of coming. Asher fucks me like he wants to teach me exactly what it means to be owned by a man. And I’m completely at his mercy.
I’m inching my way up the wall of the bathroom stall with every deep thrust he offers. My hair is splayed out, my dress has fallen around my waist, and drool runs down my chin from being gagged as tears stream down my cheeks. Clamping his hand down over my mouth, he cuts off my breath even more. And suddenly I’m clenching him even tighter, somehow even more turned on by his sense of control.
“Show me whoyouare, Liv. I want every fucking ounce of your darkness.” Dots line my vision as he squeezes my air supply. “This tight little pussy just gets wetter with every breath I steal from you. Come all over my dick now, Liv and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fill you right the fuck up.”
My legs tremble and I’m a whimpering mess as I do as he says, crying his name into the cloth against his heavy hand.
“Atta girl.” He watches me intently while I fall apart, but Idon’t even care. All I feel is utter euphoria. I almost black out before he lets up a little and I suck a breath through my nose.
He slows his pace and, as I watch him, I realize I’ve never known a man so open with his own sexual needs. It sends a fire burning through me, knowing it’smewho is making him this unhinged. My eyes roll back and the tight coil of heat centers again. His hand slides to grasp the back of my neck while he buries his face between my neck and my shoulder. He groans into me, his face buried against my skin.
“You’re fucking ruining me, Liv,” he admits, and the honesty slices through me.
The sounds of him fucking me fill the air, and just as I feel Asher grow inside me and inch closer to the edge again, the door to the bathroom opens and we hear someone walk in. My breath hitches as the water starts to run and my eyes snap open, focusing on him. But he doesn’t even threaten to stop; he just keeps rocking into me. My pussy tightens even further, then he smirks before he whispers under the rush of the water.
“You like the idea of being caught?” he whispers low against my ear.
I nod.
“You want my cum dripping from you the rest of the night?” I nod again. “Then give me one more, pretty girl, milk every fucking drop,” he orders as the water continues to run, and I’m helpless, my orgasm crashing into me without warning. My shoe hits the floor just as he stiffens inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans against my bare shoulder, and we tumble over the edge together. His movements grow languid, but he’s gripping my hips so tight I’m sure I’ll be bruised. The cloth is pulled from my mouth, but I’m in a daze as his lips come down on mine and he spills into me, biting my bottom lip hard.
The water shuts off and I’m panting, sucking in my first full breath in minutes. It feels like I might pass out. Mortification washes over me as my shoe is slid back under the door by whoever was using the sink. I wait, breathless. Asher is still rock-hard and jerking inside me when the door to the bathroom opens. The voices get louder then subside as it closes and we’re alone again.
“Holy hell …” I whimper, trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, still holding me.
“I’ve never …” I mutter, trailing off as he pushes deep one last time and I feel him twitch. I moan involuntarily and he chuckles. Asher kisses my lips gently and my eyes find his.
“Still friends?” I ask.
“Christ,” he murmurs, his laugh deeper this time. “If that’s what you want to call it.”
Asher moves to pull out of me but I stop him, gripping his waist with my legs a little tighter. In turn he squeezes my thigh like he doesn’t want to leave me either. A rush of emotion washes through me and I bury myself against his chest. He tenses, then surrenders before hugging me back.
I expected today to be hard. I braced myself for watching another friend get married and start their future while I don’t even have any prospects on the horizon, but this feeling of being wanted for even this small amount of time made things feel a whole lot easier. And so, for that reason, I cling to this dark mystery of a man just a little longer.
CHAPTER 15
Asher
LATE JUNE
P
You have to call me, son.
I look away from my phone to glance up at Nash as he lines up his horseshoe shot. This is the third time my uncle Pete has messaged me in the last two weeks. Twenty-six months I made it with no contact from New York or my family, but my past life always seems to creep out of the woodwork when I least expect it.
ME
There is nothing I’m interested in discussing, Pete.
P
