32. Asher
32
ASHER
I fucking hate Sawyer right now. He’s been in my fucking head all night, telling me that offering to get Viv a jacket was a boyfriend gesture.
Fuck him.
Actually... fuck her. That’s what you’re supposed to be doing, dipshit.
Her fingers grasp my hair as I kiss her plump lips, pressing her against the wall of my bedroom, my cock pressed between her legs in this fucking ridiculous costume.
She looks insanely hot in hers. I know she doesn’t think she does, but holy shit. I guess I do have a Dorothy fantasy. I can’t get enough of her, but I also can’t seem to get out of my fucking head.
I’m gonna nut-punch Sawyer next time I see him.
Viv grips my face in her hands, pulling out of our kiss and looking into my eyes. “Be here with me. Nothing else matters.”
Corrupt me.
I’m not like Linc and Penelope. I don’t have any deep dark secrets I’m hiding like they did. I fucking hate that Colt died and I did nothing about it, but that’s pretty much out there. I know without a doubt, I shouldn’t be fucking Vivienne when she’s the mother of Colt’s kid, but she knows that too. I watched my mother deconstruct, and I tried to be like Colt for her. Viv knows everything about me, but she doesn’t know me.
She thinks there’s good inside me.
She doesn’t realize how numb I am, how fucking frustrated I am by my own existence.
I unzip her dress slowly, my eyes staying on hers the entire time as she shrugs out of the capped sleeves and the dress slides to her stomach.
That I don’t even know myself, so there’s no way in hell anyone else can.
I push the dress down over her slightly flared hips and let it fall to the floor as I find the hooks on her bra and undo them with ease, still looking into her eyes.
That I don’t want to fucking talk about anything because the thought of getting close to anyone terrifies me to my core.
As I remove her bra, her hand grabs mine, her gaze never faltering. “No.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What? I’ve seen you naked. Now’s not the time to be shy.”
She drops my hands and pulls the bra off, then pushes her panties down, leaving her in only blue socks and red glittery shoes. “Do not zone out. Don’t just go through the motions.”
My heart thunders in my chest at her words, not liking that she’s calling me out. Her hand shoves my chest and moves me backward, and she does it again, pushing me toward the bed as she follows. Her fingers sliding the zipper of the silver jumpsuit down as she slides it over my shoulders, taking control. Which I’m not used to.
I’m always the one in control.
“I see you, Asher.” She slides the jumpsuit down, her hardened nipples scraping my chest and down my front as she moves down, waiting for me to kick my shoes off and step out of the jumpsuit entirely.
She stays kneeled before me, her lips in a pout as she looks up at me.
“You don’t want to talk? Fine.”
Her fingers find the hem of my briefs, pulling them down over my ass first and then tugging the front to allow my cock to spring free. Then she pulls them down over my calves so I can step out of them too .
I watch her in a daze as her hand grips the base of my cock. “You’re afraid of too much intimacy? I get it.”
Holy. Shit.
Her tongue darts out and she licks just the tip, causing my hips to jerk forward, my dick begging for more.
She peers up, showing me the less wholesome and the more carnal side of her as she takes me in her mouth. My dick presses against the back of her throat before she pulls back a bit, letting her tongue slide along the shaft as she removes her mouth again, making me groan.
“Don’t treat me like I’m breakable or like I can’t handle you. I can.”
I nod as her hand strokes me up and down and her mouth meets the tip again. Her tongue finds the tip, teasing me as her hand wraps around my cock.
Her warm mouth feels incredible, mixed with the pressure and stroke of her grip and as badly as I want to come, I want control more.
I grab under her arms and pull her off my dick and up to me, her eyes locking on mine, fury behind them, her breathing rapid.
“You can’t handle me.”
Her fingernails scrape against my chest as she pulls them down from pec to my abs, not drawing blood, but leaving marks. “Try. Me.”
I grasp her hips spinning us so I’m now facing the bed as my lips find the crook of her neck, sucking with just enough pressure to elicit a moan from deep within her throat. “You don’t see me. No one does.”
Her nails dig into my biceps as she leans her head back, granting my hungry mouth better access. “I. Do.”
I don’t want that to be true.
My teeth nip at her skin and down over her chest, popping a hardened nipple into my mouth as I vigorously suck and bite, pulling a quick yelp from her, but she doesn’t push me away.
“Take it out on me, Asher.” Her nails continue their penetrating hold in my arms as I move back to her lips, punishing them with an unyielding kiss. Her hands slide to my back, clawing me as they go, and her kiss is just as brutal.
I’ve never wanted anyone so fucking bad.
I guide her body down onto my bed, her head finding the pillow as I slide between her legs. I grab her hands, my fingers lacing with hers. I press her much smaller hands to the bed and my lips find her neck again.
Her hands try to pull away, but my hold is firm as my lips move back to hers.
“We aren’t a couple.”
She parts her thighs looking up at me. “Do you need me to say that again before you fuck me?”
I swallow hard as I look into her defiant gaze. “It’s fucking confusing. Talking about feelings and shit. Real things. Taking care of Baz. I don’t want to confuse things.”
“I’m not confused.” She looks confident and sure.
“Things can get complicated real fast.”
“Not with us.” Her hips move forward just enough to brush my cock over the wetness between her thighs. I groan, my body revolting as my mouth won’t shut the fuck up.
“I won’t get lost in you.”
Her fingers grip mine tighter as her hands stay beneath mine. “I think you’re already hooked.”
Please don’t let that be true.
I thrust into her, her head tipping back as my face sinks into the crook of her neck. I pull back, my hips thrusting forward again, punishing her for implying I’m already too far gone.
I hold her hands hostage, my lips finding hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure as I move inside of her with vigor while she allows me to have the control I need.
Every time I slam into her, I’m met with her hips, rolling with acceptance, taking my fury. Taking my pain. Taking every inch of my anguish.
Her teeth bite my bottom lip as she kisses me, giving the abuse back to me, only making me hotter as I move inside her.
“Fuck, Viv.”
“Asher,” she gasps my name as her teeth find my shoulder and sink into it. My grip intensifies on her hands, pressing them into my mattress.
“Come on my cock.”
Her legs wrap around my ass, forcing my cock even deeper inside as she takes every bit of me inside her, squeezing around my dick with her tight pussy. I dip to her perky tits, my teeth clenching around her nipple and sending her over the edge. Her legs wrap tightly around me, and her core grips me like a vice, milking hot spurts of cum from me .
Her body moves with mine as we ride wave after wave of our powerful orgasms. When I release her hands and move to pull out of her, her fingers dig into my ass as she holds me there, refusing to let go.
“Viv.”
“You’re not in love with me. We aren’t a couple. I get it. I don’t need to hear it over and over and over again. What do you want me to do to make you believe that?”
“I’m terrified you’re going to get it all confused. It’s natural, but I’m not the guy you want or need in your life.”
“ You’re Asher . I do need you in my life but not in that way.”
My lips dip down to hers but don’t kiss them. “Tell me you’re not in love with me.”
“What?” Her lips part in surprise as she whispers the question against my mouth.
“You said I’m not in love with you .” I brace my weight with one hand and move the other between her breasts and over her heart. “Tell me that you’re not in love with me .”
I watch her swallow and feel her take a deep breath. “I’m not in love with you.”
Do I believe her?
“Do not try to figure me out. I’ve told you everything. There isn’t anything deeper.”
“Then why won’t you talk to me about Colt?”
I roll over, pulling out of her and settling her into straddling my lap, liking the view of her perfect tits as she rests her hands on my shoulders. “Because I don’t talk about him.”
“You should. You should talk to someone.”
“This is exactly what I’m talking about, I’m not discussing it. Or my mom. Or anything. You and me? We can talk about school or Sebastian. That’s fine.”
“Setting more rules?”
She quirks an eyebrow, looking down at me in challenge, and I look up at her with the same defiance. “Yeah. Necessary rules.”
“Because of Sawyer?”
“Because he’s right. This is a terrible idea, but you’re also right.” She looks confused, and I clarify. “I am hooked. ”
My hand slides down her stomach and between her legs, finding her clit and making her head fall back.
“This pussy fucking owns me.”
Her hips move forward as I slide from her clit and into her, the wetness there a mixture of her arousal and my cum. I move back to her clit, pinching it between my thumb and finger.
“It’s yours for now.”
I smile when she says “for now.” Not because I don’t want it forever, but because she’s acknowledging this isn’t permanent.
That it can’t be.
“I’ll ruin you.”
Her voice reaches a higher pitch as I play with her clit, her hips thrusting forward, making her tits bounce in my view, making my dick hard all over again. “I’m already wrecked.”
I guide my cock inside her as she rides me, and we continue the vicious cycle.
A cycle I have no idea how I’m going to break, but I know one thing—when I do, it will be irreparable.