His entire body hardens under mine as I lean down to kiss his neck. His hands lower to grip my hips, and I copy his movements from earlier. I lick and kiss, nibble and suck my way from one ear up and down his neck to the other, then trail my lips down his chest. His nipples tighten as my mouth skims over them, and I let out a breathy, satisfied laugh as I make my way down his body.
I trace the ridges of his muscles with my fingers, then do it again with my lips when they tense and shift under my touch. I lift my gaze as I move lower, looking up at him through mylashes to see his jaw clenched and eyes fixed to me, on fire with need.
Not breaking eye contact, I flatten my tongue and lick a stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip. His groan is obscene, and my answering smile is full of triumph.
When I wrap one hand around his cock and cup his balls in the other, his throat bobs in a swallow and he props himself up on his elbows, watching with anticipation for what I’ll do next. I don’t have the patience for teasing today, and I don’t think he’ll mind.
I straddle one of his legs, resting my wet pussy on his shin as I get into position. Asher groans at the sensation. The pressure feels good on my still swollen clit, and I wiggle back and forth a bit as I settle in. His groan turns almost tortured when I lean down and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, then suck it into my mouth.
I ease my way down the shaft, getting used to the feel of him in my mouth, then hollow my cheeks and get to work. He throws his head back, neck taught and forearms bunching as his fists clench.
“Fuck," he grinds out as I pull back, and when I suck him in again, one hand flies to the back of my head. His fingers tangle in my hair as he grabs a fistful and yanks me off him.
We stare at each other, both of us panting, me with challenge in my eyes and Asher with desperate need in his.
“I’m not gonna last if you don’t go easy on me, sunshine.”
“Don’t want you to last," I say. I tug my head toward his bobbing cock, a sting in my scalp as I pull against his grip. I bite my lip at the zing it sends through me, and he groans again, sensing the uptick in my heart rate.
“You’re going to kill me,” he growls as he relents, allowing me to take him into my mouth again. His hand stays in my hair this time, and I find I like it there. I like the give and take of power, feeling both in control and not.
I let loose and explore his pleasure, using different speeds and pressures, twisting and swirling to find what he likes. I take note of every time his muscles tense, each hitched breath and clenched fist, until I can read him easier than an open book. He’s shuddering under me, and I hum when he gets impossibly harder in my mouth.
“I…” he groans, “I’m going to?—”
He tries to warn me, but I’ve been waiting for it, and I act as soon as I sense he’s close. I take him as deep as I can, tears pricking my eyes when he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t let up until he’s done. I watch his face, feeling a warmth in my chest that I get this moment when no one else does, and I keep my mouth closed around him until he’s spent, pulsing and coming straight down my throat.
I gently release him from my mouth, and his elbows slide out, dropping him flat to the bed. I bite my lip as I slide off his leg to sit next to him and my gaze roams up his heaving chest to his flushed cheeks and sex mussed hair.
Asher’s eyes are closed, and it’s his turn to try to catch his breath.
“I agree,” he finally says. “Holy shit.”
I throw myself down next to him and laugh. It’s a full bodied, heartfelt laugh, and when I turn my head to look at him, the matching smile on his face is nearly enough to stop my heart.
20
TWENTY QUESTIONS
RAYA
I waketo the smell of coffee the next morning. While it’s a pleasant surprise, after the activities of the night before I was kind of hoping for a different wake up call.
Rolling over, I spot Asher moving quietly around the room. There’s a pile of clothes on the desk that he must have picked up from where we discarded them last night, and he’s now setting the “practice pillows” on top of the floor blanket which is folded and placed on the desk chair. He notices I’m awake when he turns back around to sweep his eyes over the room.
“Morning, sunshine," he murmurs with a lopsided smile. His voice is soft and tender, unlike his previously gruff exterior. My heart feels like it might burst, and there’s no holding in the answering grin that blooms across my face.
“Good morning,” my voice is still thick with sleep, and as I start to sit up, he holds out a mug of coffee.
“Thanks," I say, looking around again. My face must be full of questions because he answers them before I ask.
“I figured you needed it, so I let you sleep in. It’s 11am, we need to head to the airport in about an hour so I startedcleaning up the room a bit. Your clothes are there.” He points to one of the folded piles on the desk, and I blink a few times in response. My brain is still sleepy.
When what he’s saying finally clicks, I’m not proud of the velociraptor screech that comes from my mouth, but it is what it is.
“Eleven?!” I scramble off the bed, forgetting that I’m completely naked until it’s too late. Although my entire body flushes under his heated gaze, the Cheshire-cat smirk on his face causes me to snap into action.
“No time!” I say, pointing a finger at his face. There’s a robe hanging in the bathroom and I decide that’s good enough for now. I shut the door and jump in the shower, berating myself for not setting an alarm the night before, and then wondering what even happened the rest of the night. I must have passed out after our sexcapades because I don’t remember anything else until I woke up this morning.
