Restrictions (Sterling Family #2)

26. Asher

26

ASHER

T his last week has been good, like really good. Almost back to normal. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, every time I close my eyes to go to sleep, I see Viv in that theater chair, her biting her bottom lip and reaching into her panties.

Still, mostly back to normal.

It’s Friday night, and after a workout in the gym and a shower, I’m on my bed with an open textbook.

So maybe nothing is the way it used to be after all.

Oh well, I have a test next week, and I don’t want to fail.

I see a shadow in the hallway and know it’s Viv. We hang out after she gets Baz to sleep some nights, although usually in a safe space like the living room. Never in the pool.

If she’s in that bikini, we have the kid right there.

So far, our plan to be just friends has been on track, but when I lift my head to say hey, I do a double take when I see how she’s dressed.

Her hair is down and curled, her make up a little darker and her shirt is a thin-strapped camisole-type top that dips low, and I mean low, showing off her perky tits with tight-ass jeans. I stare at her like a fucking idiot, trying not to stare at the heart charm on her silver necklace hanging near her phenomenal cleavage. “Viv, you going somewhere?”

Please say no .

“No.” I sigh a breath of relief as she sits on the edge of my bed, on the opposite side as me, pulling her phone from her back pocket before she sits. “Well, I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What?” I’m having a hard time following her when she’s wearing that fucking shirt with no bra, I’m guessing.

“Can you do me a favor?”

I close the book in front of me and look over at her cautiously. “What kind of favor?”

She laughs, the sound light and airy. She’s in a good mood. “Relax. It’s not a ‘do me’ favor.” Yeah, why would I want that? She holds her phone in her hand, searching for something and then handing it to me. “Can you take a picture for me?”

“Why?”

Her shoulder lifts coyly. “I downloaded Tinder, and you need a picture.”

She what? “Tinder? You’re still on that?”

She rolls her eyes, still with a smile on her face. “I said that you and I need to remain only friends and that us hooking up would be bad. I didn’t say that I didn’t want to hookup anymore.” She bites that fucking bottom lip, her voice tight. “It’s getting bad, Asher.”

Fuuuuck. I can’t hear that. Hearing how badly she needs dick does insanely bad things to my body. “Viv...”

She holds up one hand. “Please don’t try and talk me out of it.” She sighs. “I love Sebastian more than life.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I already know that,” I interrupt quickly.

“I know, but it’s important to me to say that before saying that even though I love him and wouldn’t change a thing...” I can tell she carries guilt for what she’s about to say. “I did miss out on a lot of normal things. Prom. An actual graduation. Dating. I just want to feel like a normal twenty-one–year-old sometimes.”

“So fucking some random dude is going to do that?”

She nods, taking a deep breath, forcing her tits up high and gaining my attention once again. “Yes. You’re right, dating is probably not going to happen for a few more years at least, and honestly, I’m totally fine with that. More than fine with that, I don’t have time to date. Sebastian is the only guy in my life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want a certain part of a grown man. ”

“You know, they make rubber dicks, right? If that’s the only part you want. Hell some of them vibrate.”

She laughs, and I rack my brain for anything to make her change her mind. “Yeah, I want to be kissed. And touched. I want the whole thing. Just not the dinner before and the painful blow-off afterward.”

I hate how much she’s thought this out. “Viv...”

“Asher, please. I’m dead set on this. This is what I want. Will you please just take a picture for me?”

“You know your phone will do that for you right?”

“I do, but I can’t take a decent selfie, and besides I suppose it doesn’t hurt to seem like I have someone in my life who can be around me long enough to take an actual picture.”

Pretty sure none of these asshats will give a fuck about who took the picture when they see it. “Fine.”

She smiles excitedly and braces herself on her palm, leaning back on my bed slightly and smiling. She looks way too fucking hot.

“Not on the bed. That’s going to give them the wrong idea.”

She pulls her eyebrows together, her lips in a confused pout. “You mean the idea that I’m only interested in a fuck?”

“Do you have to put it like that?”

“I’ve been hanging out with you too much.”

I actually laugh and click a quick pic. Almost hoping it’s blurry and as if somehow that would fuck with her getting laid. I look at the pic, and of fucking course, it’s perfect.

I hand her phone back to her, and she smiles, shrugging her shoulders and messing with her phone. “Thank you.”

“No problem, but I want it known that I’m totally against this.”

“And why is that?” She’s still looking down at her phone.

“I don’t see you as a casual girl.”

Her eyes lift from her phone, and she doesn’t look pissed but definitely irritated. “Well, I am. We’re both figuring out who we are, and I’m finding that I am definitely into casual sex.”

I laugh and shake my head, leaning back against the headboard. “You’ve never had it.”

To her credit she doesn’t mention my brother. Her phone dings, and she moves to sit next to me. “Well, I’m about to. ”

I look down at her phone that has the app open and some douchebag’s face is there, asking for a meet. “That guy? Seriously?”

Her laugh is nonchalant as she looks at her phone. “He’s cute.”

“He’s a fucking ginger.”

“I don’t discriminate.”

I point at the screen. “Fucker has a serial killer vibe. His smile is way too big.”

“He looks nice.”

“You really want nice for a casual hookup?” I shake my head, feigning disappointment. “You have so much to learn.”

She giggles at that and swipes left. “I guess you’re right.” The next guy pops up. Fuck! I knew that picture was too damn good. “Oh, cute. Looks kind of muscular.”

I look at the picture at the scrawny fucker with long brown hair pulled up on top of his head. “He has a manbun.”

She shrugs. “I’m not in it for his hair.”

“That guy will be weeping into your arms after he comes. And you will be laying there unsatisfied and wondering when the fuck you can leave.”

She sighs and swipes left, bringing up another candidate. “Oh wow. He’s really good-looking.”

I study the picture. Perfectly styled hair. Button-down shirt in a fucking Tinder photo. Cheesy ass smile. “He might as well be wearing a suit.”

“He has it all together. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I turn to look at her as she accesses this guy. “Colt really was your fucking type, huh?”

She looks slightly surprised as she turns away from her phone to look at me. Probably because I rarely voluntarily bring up Colt, but then she smirks. Her face is so fucking beautiful I swear it makes me ache just looking at her. “Oh please, it’s no secret that all of the Sterlings are gorgeous and everyone’s type. Even Lola.” She laughs and shrugs her small shoulders. “Hell, especially Lola.”

“You wanna switch to vag? That I’m all for. Although, not my fucking sister, please.”

She giggles and turns back to her phone, shaking her head, her perfectly styled hair moving as her head moves. “Nah. Although I’ve only experienced it once, I’m all about the D.”

I laugh, unable to stop the sound coming from me. She really is a twenty-one–year-old. She’s right, it’s easy to forget that about her. She has it so together. “Wow. Okay.” I nod to her phone. “But next.”

“What? Why? He’s totally my type.”

“You’re not looking for your type, Viv. You’re looking for a dirty fuck, right?”

I watch her think it over, and then she nods. “You’re right. He’s the type I would want to date. I don’t want that.” She squeezes my shoulder. “See, this is why you’re so helpful.”

“What if the guy you choose is a serial killer?”

“Asher, people do this all of the time. They almost never get murdered.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

I’m not used to this, being the one who overthinks. I don’t fucking like it, but I can’t help going over all of the things that can go wrong with her plan. “Just help me, Asher.”

What if they hurt her? What if they make her feel like shit? What if they’re bad in bed and she never wants to fuck again? What if they’re actually really good and she wants to fuck them again? It’s all too fucking much.

I take her phone and lock the screen, tossing it to the middle of my bed and turn to face her. “You seriously want this? Just a hookup? Just. Sex?”

She nods, looking at her phone and then turning her body to look at me. “That’s what I’ve been saying. Just sex. That’s what I need.”

“You really think you can handle casual?”

Her head tilts to the side as she analyzes me with caution. “Yes. I can.”

I swallow my own self-hatred and my right hand cups the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her silky locks. My face coming dangerously close to hers. “You know that part in the horror movie, where the audience is screaming at the screen saying, ‘Don’t fucking do it’? Her head nods, her forehead brushing against my own. “This is that part, Viv.”

Her breathing is shallow, her words shaking slightly. “That’s my favorite part, Asher. I always want them to go through with it.” She bites her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine. “I love the thrill.”

My lips pull up in a smirk, my head shaking with a warning before my lips crash against hers, my other hand wrapping around her hip, pulling her body into mine. Her fingers grip my hair as our mouths collide, nipping and biting, she sucks on my tongue. We can’t get enough of only kissing each other, and I know we aren’t going to stop there.

I don’t pause for a fucking second to think about what we’re doing or the consequences that will come from it. I expect her to, but she doesn’t. Her hands slide down to my t-shirt, lifting it up and over my head.

I smirk as I feel her fingers slide over my abs, making them flex with her touch. “I thought you wanted me to wear a shirt?”

Her teeth capture her bottom lip as she looks down and shakes her head. “You should never wear a shirt.”

I pull her back to me, tasting her lips again, loving the taste of berry from her lip gloss. “I won’t if you won’t.”

My hands quickly remove her shirt, and I see I was right about the no-bra thing as my eyes dip to her bare chest, my dick growing even harder at the site of her perky tits with dusty pink nipples that are pebbled and begging for my mouth. My lips drag slowly over her jaw and down her neck as I lower her backwards, urging her to lay on her back.

I have to battle with myself not to rush, but the need to be inside her is so fucking great, I’m not sure how long I can hold out. I pull her nipple into my mouth, nipping and sucking as her fingers thread into my hair, her back arches and soft whimpers escape her throat. “God, Asher. I want you inside of me.” Her legs part, letting me press against her core. “Now.”

Fuck. I wanted to take my time with her, but I can’t fucking wait. As I tongue her hardened nipple, her hands creep to her jeans, unfastening them and pushing them down along with her panties, using her feet to kick them off. She brings my face back to hers using her hands, and our mouths meet again.

My cock is begging to be set free as I rest between her legs, my dick prodding through my sweats as I grind against her. My hand moves between us, finding her clit and gently strumming it as her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades, and a quick gasp escapes from between her lips.

“I want to make you come.”

My fingers slide through the length of her, feeling how wet she is for me and then move back to her clit as her hips buck up. “I want your cock.”

The way she says cock makes mine fucking twitch in my sweats, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m fucking desperate for her as I kiss her, using one hand to shove my sweats down and over my ass, my freed cock dragging along her wetness as we both moan into each other’s mouths.

Her teeth nip on my bottom lip as my dick finds its destination and I fill her, pushing inside her tight pussy as we both groan and she holds onto my shoulders for dear life. “Oh my God.” Her voice is sultry and so fucking sexy as she kisses me, and I still, letting her adjust to my cock stretching and filling her.

“Shit, Viv.” My forehead rests against hers, and her hands move to my ass, digging her fingernails into my skin. She bites my bottom lip again.

“Fuck me, Asher.”

I kiss her again as I pull my hips back and then thrust inside of her with reckless, insane need. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deep inside, her hips meeting each thrust as her bare tits press against my chest.

“Right there, Ash.” I fucking love her voice and how close I know she is to coming as I push deep inside of her, losing myself and finding her with each fucking movement.

Her teeth sink into my shoulder as she shudders, her pussy clenching around me, and I feel a tingle starting in my spine, flowing through my entire body as I fuck her.

“Ah, yes!” Her lips crash against mine, but her body is frozen as she falls over the edge, taking me with her. Our bodies are in unison as I come inside her, and her pussy milks my cock for every last bit with her legs still wrapped around me.

Her head falls back on the bed as I collapse onto her, kissing her neck and enjoying the moment.

Knowing without a doubt, we fucked up.