Restrictions (Sterling Family #2)

20. Asher

20

ASHER

I made it through dinner but decided to skip the movie and the party. I can’t leave Viv alone all night knowing she misses Baz. Her obsessive mind has probably gone over every single bad thing that could go wrong at least twice by now.

I kick my shoes off by the door and look around the dark house, figuring out she’s probably in the basement watching a horror movie.

While she’s home alone.

Because she’s afraid of everything else. But masked psycho killers? Not a problem.

I smile at that, shaking my head as I make my way down the stairs and to the theater room, hearing a soft moan from the doorway and looking at the screen first, thinking it came from there.

It didn’t. The people on the screen are running for their lives. My eyes instantly dart to the recliner where Vivienne is. The chair is leaned back, and so is Viv’s head. It’s tilted into the plush chair, and her teeth are biting her bottom lip.

My eyes trail down to her white t-shirt, seeing she has one hand under it, cupping her full, perky right tit, the left is pressed against the fabric showing me how hard her nipple is.

Fuck. Me .

My dick hardens in my jeans to a nearly painful level when I lower my eyes to where her other hand disappears under her black shorts.

“Holy fuck.”

She gasps, her eyes snapping over to mine. The room is only lit by the big screen, but I can see everything. Shit, did I say that out loud?

I think I did.

“Asher?”

I can’t move. I can’t fucking move. I should. I know that, but I can’t get my body to move or my eyes to stop fucking staring at this gorgeous woman touching her own body, bringing herself so close to a release I know she desperately needs.

“Fuck.”

It’s all I can say, and her hands have stopped moving, but she doesn’t move them away from her most sensitive parts, her small body frozen in my gaze.

We don’t move.

Finally I get my brain to form another word. “Sorry.”

She’s panting. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath as she watches me, her eyes lowering to the now very noticeable bulge in my jeans and then back to my face. “You’re home.”

I nod stupidly. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

She still hasn’t removed her hands. How wet is she? How close was she to coming?

The thoughts are dangerous.

“I should go though. Maybe I can still catch the movie.”

Because that’s what I fucking want right now, a movie with Bianca, Sawyer, Nadia, and Porter.

Not to be balls deep inside of Viv.

Just keep telling yourself that, asshole. Move your fucking legs.

“Don’t go.”

What the fuck did she just say? I look at her in confusion and see that the hand over her breast has started to move again. I watch the movement, making an educated guess that she’s squeezing her breast, maybe her nipple. “Viv...”

“You’re not touching me. It’s not breaking the rules.”

I swallow, trying to wet my now very dry throat, making it almost painful to swallow. “I can’t watch this. ”

The hand inside her shorts starts to move, and I think I might pass out from lack of blood in any other part of my body other than my cock. “Why? You don’t like it?”

I let out an audible groan as I watch her, my hands actually physically aching to touch her. “Of course I do.”

“So then, watch.” Her eyes meet mine as the hand inside her shorts moves faster, and she bites her bottom lip, making eye contact that I could come from. She looks more confident now than I’ve ever seen her be.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

Her voice is husky as she rubs herself, my cock strains against my constrictive jeans, and I want to give in. I want to go over to her and take over, but watching her use her own body is something that will stay with me forever.

“Because it’s wrong.”

Why does that make it so much hotter?

“So then, make it even.” My right eyebrow lifts as she tips her head back and moans softly, letting me know just how good she’s feeling. “Touch yourself.”

The words are a fucking song moaned from the sexy siren side of Viv I’ve never seen before and like way too much.

“Viv.”

Her chin tips down again so I can see her eyes as the hand under her shirt slides down to the hem, lifting it over her smooth, toned stomach and up to the bottom of her full tits, showing only a hint of them. But it’s enough to make me lean back against the wall, my knees feeling weak along with the rest of me.

“Just give in, Asher. Lose control.”

She’s telling me to lose control? Holy fuck, she must want this bad.

I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this.

Her voice strains with her sexy arousal, and I’m fucking dying. “I’m already close. You have to catch up.”

Her voice is sultry and so fucking sexy. I can’t resist as she bites that fucking bottom lip again, her head tipping back as her hand works inside her shorts.

My hand slides to the button of my jeans, flicking it open as her eyes slide down my torso and to the action of my hand. I slide the zipper down and reach into them, grasping my swollen cock, knowing exactly how wrong this is and knowing we can’t go back.

I watch her swallow, her delicate throat bobbing with her action as she rubs herself. I’d kill for that to be my hand in those panties.

“Just so you know, you may not be physically touching me, but in my mind, it’s your fingers sliding inside of me right now,” she groans and so do I as I pull my hand out of my pants and bring it to my mouth, using my tongue to lick it, supplying the only amount of lube I have at the moment.

“Oh my God, it’s your spit sliding over my clit as you rub me,” she moans. And it sounds almost painful as she watches me, and I reach into my jeans again, gripping my cock and mixing the saliva with the precum at the tip of my dick, dying to be inside her.

“You’re so fucking hot, Viv.”

I think about what it would feel like to be inside her instead of my hand wrapping around my cock.

“I’m so close, Asher,” she gasps, her raspy voice filling the air between us as I keep my distance.

My fist pumps faster on my cock as I watch her back arch in the chair. “Me too.”

“Are you picturing my hand wrapped around you?”

I shake my head and meet her eyes. “No.” She looks hurt as she pauses her movements, and my hoarse voice barely manages to speak through tightly clenched teeth. “Your tight. Wet. Pussy.”

Her head tilts back, her eyes rolling back as her tits press up, and her hand moves faster, her other hand squeezing her breast as she writhes against her hand, the visual too much for me as I jerk off to the sight.

Her strangled cry is too much for me as I know she’s coming and hot cum spurts from my cock, making a mess that I couldn’t give a fuck about while we both find an insane release.

One we will never come back from.

One we will most definitely pay for.

She’s panting, and so am I as we come down from the high, our eyes locking. She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t look ashamed or shy as she pulls her hand from her shorts. I want to lick her fingers clean and fuck her until neither of us can move, but now my feet work as I zip my jeans and leave the room, going straight to mine and closing the door.

So much for being strong. Vivienne Crenshaw is, no doubt, my weakness.