Chapter 13 Asher #2
I took one step and caged her in with my hands flat beside her head.
“Rebellious, huh?” Using restraint around her was so difficult.
I wanted to pounce on her and take my pleasure, but this back and forth was so intoxicating, driving me wild until my dick got so hard it felt like I’d split the skin.
She tilted her chin. “Very. Someone left me unsupervised for three whole weeks.”
“That's way too long.” I brushed my thumb across her lower lip. “And look at you. Dressed like you’re about to do laundry, still managing to wreck me.”
Her mouth curved. “You like the sweats?”
“I like what’s in them.” I slid both hands down the sides of her ribcage slowly, feeling heat through thin cotton. “But they’re in my way.”
Veda lifted her arms straight up without being asked—the universal signal.
I grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and peeled it upward inch by inch, exposing the soft curve of her stomach, the dip of her waist, her fleshy globes with perky nipples.
When the shirt cleared her head she shook her hair out, dark waves tumbling everywhere.
I dropped the shirt on the floor and just gawked at her. I was surprised I didn't start drooling. She didn't need makeup or fancy clothes. Veda was a masterpiece in a messy bun and nothing but her birthday suit.
“Keep going?” she asked, voice teasing but breath catching.
“Well I wasn’t planning on stopping.” I hooked my fingers in the elastic of her sweats and froze, admiring her.
Without the desire to pursue this and see where this relationship went, this would've been nothing more than raunchy sex.
But all that emotion welled up inside me, making it a most intimate experience. It was almost spiritual.
Goosebumps rose across her chest. “You’re just going to stand there?”
“For a second.” I traced one finger down the center of her sternum, between her breasts, stopping just above her navel. “I missed this skin. Missed watching it turn pink when you’re turned on.”
She shivered. “I bet I’m pink everywhere right now.”
“Planning to check," I said, smirking, and I heard that breathy moan she let out as I dropped to one knee.
Her sweatpants sat low enough that the string was already half-untied. I tugged the bow loose with my teeth. She sucked in a breath. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and eased the fabric down over the curve of her hips. No underwear. Of course.
My god what was she doing to me?
The sweats pooled at her ankles. She stepped out, kicked them aside.
Now she stood completely naked except for the faint tan lines from last summer and the faint sheen of lust between her thighs.
I stayed on my knee, hands sliding up the backs of her calves, behind her knees, to her thighs.
“Still think I only want your body?” I asked quietly.
A man with a one-track mind cared very little about the pleasure of his partner.
I wanted to pleasure her until my name was the only name she'd ever breathe again.
And then I wanted to pleasure her again.
She threaded fingers through my hair. “You’re doing a very thorough job of proving otherwise.”
“Good.” I pressed an open-mouthed kiss just above her knee, then higher, inner thigh, slow enough that she started to tremble. “Because I’m going to take my time reminding you of every other thing I love.”
“Starting with?”
I looked up the length of her body to meet her gaze.
“Starting with how sweet you taste when you’ve been waiting for me…
. Spread yourself and show me how bad you want me.
" Her thighs parted on instinct, just enough to invite me.
She glistened with moisture, and the scent made my stomach literally growl.
I slid my palms higher, thumbs brushing the crease where leg met hip, and eased her back until her shoulders met the wall again. “Stay right there,” I said, voice low. “Hands flat on the wall and don’t move them unless I say.”
She released my hair immediately and pressed her palms flat against plaster, back arching a little so her breasts lifted. Perfect obedience wrapped in mischief. Her eyes never left mine.
“Good girl.”
The soft sound she made at those two words went straight to my dick and made it twitch. It was torture seeing her obey me so perfectly while not being buried in her, but knowing the effect I had on her made it worth the wait.
I kissed the inside of one thigh, open-mouthed, letting her feel teeth for just a second. Then the other thigh, higher, closer, until my breath ghosted over her slick folds. She was so swollen and ready. Three weeks without me had left her greedy. I couldn’t believe what a lucky man I was.
I traced her with the flat of my tongue once, slow from entrance to clit, savoring the way her hips tried to chase me. It was cute, but I hadn't given her permission for it yet.
“Stay still,” I reminded her, pressing one firm hand to her lower belly to hold her in place.
She whimpered but obeyed, thighs trembling.
I did it again—slower, parting her with my thumbs so I could lick deeper. Her juices flooded my mouth with their sharp, sweet flavor, and I groaned against her core. My restraint was fraying, but this was about showing her who she belonged to, how thoroughly I owned every inch of her pleasure.
I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing, then closed my lips around it and sucked gently. Her head thumped back against the wall.
“Oh god. Please…” The word cracked out of her, drawing a grin to my lips as I flicked my tongue over that sensitive bud again.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop. Please, I need—”
“Need what, baby?” I slid one finger inside her, just to the first knuckle, curling slowly. She clenched hard around it. “Tell me exactly.”
“I need you to make me come,” she whispered. “Need you to take care of me.”
"Mmm," I hummed, pulling my mouth back. I felt the chill in the air meet the moisture on my face and grinned at it.
"Please, who?" I asked, knowing exactly what she was going to say and how it would make me feel.
My dick was probably gushing precum right now.
And I wasn't ready for the jolt when she finally spoke.
"Please, Daddy… Eat my pussy so good. Make me squirt on your face." Veda's eyes met mine as I looked up at her and her words made my entire body shudder.
“That’s my girl.”
I pushed my finger deeper, added a second, and set a steady rhythm while my mouth returned to her clit. Slow strokes at first, then faster when her breathing turned ragged. Every time her hips tried to rock I pressed her back to the wall with my forearm, controlling every sensation.
Her fingers curled against the plaster like she wanted to grab my hair but remembered the rule. The effort it took her to stay still made the whole thing filthier.
I curled my fingers harder, rubbing that spot inside that I knew unraveled her. My tongue flicked faster, relentless. She was dripping down my chin, down my hand, thighs shaking so hard I had to tighten my grip to keep her upright.
“Right there—oh god—don’t stop—”
I didn’t. I kept the pressure perfect, steady, merciless, until her whole body locked up. She came with a broken cry, pulsing around my fingers, flooding my tongue. I worked her through it, relenting only when she started to sag and her knees went weak.
When I finally pulled back, her knees buckled. I caught her before she slid down the wall, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her the two steps to the bed. She collapsed onto it, chest heaving, hair wild across the pillow.
I stood over her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, watching the aftershocks ripple through her.
“Look at you,” I said softly. “All flushed and trembling because I told you to hold still.”
She gave a weak, sated laugh, reaching for me, but I stood back, not letting her touch.
I stayed just out of reach, letting her fingers grasp empty air. Her eyes followed every movement as I loosened my cufflinks and set them on the nightstand. Shirt buttons came next, one by one, slow enough I could count her breaths. When the fabric parted, I shrugged it off and let it fall.
“Eyes on me,” I reminded when her gaze started to drift lower. She snapped back to my face, cheeks pinker than before.
I unbuckled my belt, drew it free in one smooth pull, and dropped it beside the shirt.
The zipper came down with a quiet rasp, and I took the condom out of my pocket before I let them fall.
I stepped out of trousers and briefs together, kicking them aside before tearing the foil wrapper.
Her eyes memorized every movement as I rolled it on and held her gaze.
Just touching myself this lightly threatened to undo me, and my god I had to fight the urge to stroke.
I climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs, hands sliding up to cradle her face. “You did so well standing there for me. Such a good girl."
Her breath hitched at the praise. I felt it against my lips.
“Now I want you to wrap your legs around me and hold on. Can you do that?”
She nodded fast, ankles locking at the small of my back before I finished the sentence. I reached between us, guided myself to her entrance, and paused, letting her feel how ready she was, how ready I was.
“Tell me what you need, sweet girl,” I whispered.
“You,” she said instantly. “Need you inside me. Need to feel you everywhere.”
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes flutter and her lips part on a silent gasp. She was still swollen and sensitive, and the way she fluttered around me nearly ended me right then.
When I was fully seated, I stayed still, letting her adjust, letting her feel every throb. “That’s my good girl,” I murmured against her temple. “Taking all of me so perfectly.”
She whimpered and tried to rock, but I pinned her hips with mine. “Not yet. You move when I say. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I started slow, long strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside her. Each time I bottomed out she made the softest sound, half moan, half sigh, and I answered with praise against her skin.
“So beautiful like this. So open for me. You have no idea what it does to me when you let me take care of you.”
Her arms wound around my shoulders, holding tight. I shifted the angle just enough to make her gasp louder, then kept it there.
“Look at me,” I said. Her glassy eyes opened, and darkened. “I want to watch you fall apart again because I told you to. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
She nodded, frantic. “Please, yes, anything.”
I slipped one hand between us, found her clit with my thumb, and circled slowly. Her back arched hard.
“That’s it. Right there. Let me have it.”
Her breath fractured into little cries with every thrust. I kept my rhythm even, relentless, whispering the whole time and her eyes never left mine.
“Perfect girl. My sweet, perfect girl. You feel so good. So tight and warm."
She shattered first, clenching hard around me, pulsing in waves that pulled me under with her.
Her body writhed so powerfully I couldn't hold her down.
It was erotic and almost painful when I buried my face in her neck and let go, spilling with a low groan that felt torn out of my chest. My body pulsed as I filled the sleeve, and her strong walls kept clenching and relaxing around me.
We stayed locked together, trembling, until the world came back into focus. I eased out gently and rolled us so she was draped across my chest, legs still tangled with mine. My hands stroked her back in long, soothing lines.
"My god, you're incredible, Veda," I breathed and in the next breath I whispered, "I love you."
The words just slipped out. I didn’t mean to say them so soon, really only weeks after we'd met, but once they were out there floating around her room I didn't regret them.
I did, however, notice her stiffen. Her body went rigid from shoulders to knees,, and it felt like she might pull away from me.
"It’s okay…" I soothed. "You don't have to say it back.
" I didn't want her to feel pressured. I knew how ridiculously fast it was.
But part of my recovery process meant being one hundred percent genuine in everything I said and did.
And I felt it. Deep in my soul, all the way to the core of my being, I knew it.
I loved her, and I refused to hide or shrink myself ever again.
My emotions were a gift to be cherished, not to hide from.
"I, uh…" Veda pulled away. "My stomach hurts. I'll be back," she rushed out, and then she was gone, out the door and down the hall where I heard a door shut.
We'd gone from feeling so close to her running away, and I silently prayed it really was only about a little belly ache. But my gut roiled and warned me that something was wrong. Veda never just ran off like that.
I sat up, sliding the full sleeve off my dick to tie it off, when I noticed something lit up on the floor across the room.
I heard the faint buzz too, her phone vibrating.
So I carried the condom toward the door where in the light of the living room I saw a trash can, and I dropped it in before stooping to pick up her phone.
Clayton's name showed on a text message notification on Veda's phone screen, and it made me freeze in my tracks. Why would my brother be messaging her, and this late at night on a Saturday night?
As tempting as it was to want to open her phone and see what it was about, I refused to invade her privacy.
I didn't even try swiping to unlock to see if she had a passcode. It wasn’t right.
If Veda was speaking to Clayton she had a reason—most likely something work related that I knew nothing about.
I'd been out of the loop for weeks now. For all I knew she'd been reassigned to a new department.
Regardless, it wasn't my position to pry, and whatever it was could wait. I'd just confessed to loving her after knowing her all of five weeks. And I wished I'd had that epiphany sooner, when she wasn’t around, because I wanted to lie down and revel in the sensations pulsing through me.
But first I had to make sure she was okay.