His eyes were locked on mine, daring me to tear away from him, daring me to resist.
Dragging his teeth over my lip, he growled as the rain fell harder outside.
Sliding his hand against my leg, he pushed my dress up my thighs.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom and rolling it on without breaking eye contact.
Then he pushed into me in one slow, deliberate stroke.
“This is exactly what you want,” he whispered against my lips. “Say it…”
I was too breathless to respond.
“Katie…” He slid into me hard and gripped my hips, stilling me. Then he bit down hard on my bottom lip, staring deep into my eyes. “Say it.”
“Yes…” I managed. “This is what I want.”
He fucked me against the wall, pounding into me without mercy.
Every ounce of frustration I’d built up around him snapped, twisted, and gave way to something far more dangerous with every stroke, every harsh kiss from his lips.
“Ahhhh…” I dug my nails into his neck as I neared my orgasm. I tried to hold on, but his tempo was too much. Too powerful.
I fell apart against him, and he held me taut.
He stiffened seconds later, groaning my name as his arms tightened around me.
We stared at each other.
He slid out of me, and before I could say a word, he looked me up and down. Still rock hard, he pulled up his pants, and I waited for him to buckle them, but he didn’t.
Instead, he rolled off the condom and took out another one.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he said.
“Huh?”
“You heard me.” He opened the foil packet and rolled on the condom, slowly stretching it over his cock.
“Don’t make me ask you again, Katie…”
I remained still, and he suddenly grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. He wedged his leg between my thighs, making me spread apart.
He splayed a hand against my back and pressed his mouth against my neck.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he demanded, and I obliged.
He slid into me again, slower this time, deeper this time.
He pressed his mouth against my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth. The contrast in tempos was all too much, all too overwhelming, and I gave in.
We came together that time, him gripping my waist, my nails clawing at the wall.
Panting, I shut my eyes and tried to recover.
The next thing I felt was Asher’s kisses against my back, and then him slowly sliding out of me—leaving me feeling empty and bereft.
The sound of him buckling his belt echoed off the wall seconds later.
