I needed to come.
I needed everything he offered so damn much.
When he gripped my length over my pants, my vision altered. Lines blurred, shadows grew darker, so I closed my eyes. It was that or pass out. This was more … Just, fucking more.
Asher thumbed over my tip and chuckled against my ear. “You’re so wet. I wanna fuckin’ taste you.”
Well, fuck me. “Asher.”
I came. Hard. Violently. His words, the control he used on me, was too much. I cried out, but only for a half second, because he knew. Heknewme better and had already moved to swallow my scream of ecstasy with his kiss.
Oh, God, yes.Yes.Asher.
When the waves ebbed, good sense opened the floodgates, and shame overwhelmed me. My buzz had long fled, and there was nothing to blame here except me. Except my own lack of propriety and self-control.
I straightened, practically shoved Asher off me, and leaned against the wall, chin low, heat flooding my body, but not in a good way.
Jesus, I’d never been so embarrassed.
“Hey.” Asher cupped my cheek, but I wrenched away.
“Hey,” he snapped louder, harsher, and wrapped ironlike fingers around my jaw.
When I met his eyes, they were dark, glittering like black diamonds in the shadows of the alcove. They danced between mine, lowered to my mouth, then snapped to mine again.
“Don’t. Just fucking don’t hate yourself right now. You needed to come. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. Okay?”
I nodded.
“That wasn’t convincin’, baby.”
Baby?
“Tell me you’re okay.”
I nodded again and said, “I’m okay.”
His fingers relaxed, and then he ran his thumb over my lips. “I’ll believe it. You can make it home?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” He brushed both my cheeks and down my throat with warm hands, and I barely caught myself from leaning into the small comfort, yet again. “You’ve got a load in those preppy pants to clean up.” He stepped back, giving me space. “Go straight home.”
I blinked, thinking to balk at him for telling me what to do. Asher’s lips twitched as if he noticed the argument churning in my mind. Honestly, though, I didn’t want to fight. He was right. I had needed to come, same as I needed him telling me to go home, clean myself up. No one had ever done that before, and I, I liked it. A lot.
I ordered a ride share that was a minute away, barely got a text off to William that I was leaving before it showed up, and was home, in the shower and jerking off in under thirty minutes.
And when I came for the second time, the same word left my lips.
“Asher.”
Lukehadclaimedasecond kiss, and as I’d dreaded, it was better than the first, cataclysmic in its perfection and heat. That man had become the epicenter of my imagination and spank bank, and the sun that gave my hormones life, burning me as never before.
Thankfully, this one ended way better than the first.
I refused to let the doubts in and did the same thing I told him. I didn’t hate myself over it. Luke’s sexuality, his reasonings were his own. He’d gotten off, and I’d had the pleasure of controlling him while he did. Win. It didn’t need to be more than that.
I pushed myself off the wall, rubbing a slightly shaking hand over my face, and made my way back to the dance floor. Hopefully, Luke had gone home and wouldn’t be in the faces I passed with little awareness.
