Chapter 17 Asher
ASHER
Walking up my front steps after such a great evening with Mike, I felt horrible.
Veda had stopped responding to my messages twenty minutes ago.
I assumed since it was nearing midnight that she was probably sleeping already, exhausted after waiting for me to get done talking Mike back from the ledge. That part I didn't feel guilty about.
Helping other men in the program had become my goal, something in all this chaos that was just for me.
It made me feel like the struggles I'd been through weren't just hard things in life, but rather they were learning experiences so I could help others.
It gave me a boost to know men would reach out to me and I could help them the way I helped Mike tonight.
Unfortunately, Veda got the short end of the stick.
After the nasty things Clayton said about her, I'd found it difficult to interact all week.
She was hiding a secret, he said, but I didn't know what.
I thought I could push it away and make myself believe that she would never hurt me, but without alcohol to drown my thoughts, I found it more challenging than I expected to let it go.
I unlocked the house and walked in, expecting to see her slumped over on the couch sleeping, but instead the aroma of scented candles hit me.
I locked up behind myself and shed my coat by the door, then toed off my shoes and moved deeper into the house to see from where that smell was coming, and I followed it all the way to my bedroom.
The minute I opened the door I saw exactly what was happening. After leaving Veda at that restaurant, she'd come back here and turned my bedroom into what appeared to be a sex den. At least judging by the way she stood in the center of my room wearing only one of my dress shirts.
"Hey," she mewled softly, shrugging a shoulder while twisting her body back and forth at the waist.
"Well, this is a surprise." I was already loosening my tie, moving toward her as her gravity sucked me in.
"I've been waiting for you."
"I see that," I told her. "I thought you fell asleep… You stopped responding."
Veda gestured with her hands. "I've been doing all of this…" Then she reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing. I paused, standing in stockinged feet with my tie loose and my dick swelling. "I thought after being someone's hero you'd deserve a reward."
My cock jumped. Dinner had been so awkward.
We hadn't even gotten to order by the time Mike called and I felt so awful leaving her sitting there.
We were trying to make a real go at a relationship now and the first chance we'd gotten to sit and really talk in privacy turned into me leaving her sit.
Any other woman would've been upset and ran for the hills.
"Hmmm," I hummed, unable to form words as the dress shirt parted in front, leaving a trial of flesh from her chest to her core exposed. Her legs were crossed keeping her most intimate parts hidden but I knew what she looked like and I couldn't wait to see it again.
"Unless you're too tired…? You are an old man…" A playful smirk danced across her lips and I growled low in my belly.
"Careful," I cautioned.
"Or what? You're going to spank me?" she asked as I reached for my belt to undo it. The buckle clinked, then my zipper rasped.
"I could think of a few things to do to a naughty girl like you." I shoved the slacks down and they fell, so I stepped out of them. "Have you been naughty, Veda?"
She snickered and backed up a step, closer to my bed. Then she pulled the fabric of the shirt apart and let it slide off her arms, exposing her entire body to my eyes.
"I've been so bad… A very naughty girl. My daddy needs to spank me…"
My god my chest hammered and my dick throbbed. I had no clue what this woman saw in me but I was not going to try to convince her she was wrong for seeing it.
"In bed now, young lady," I ordered as I undid my own buttons and shed my shirt.
Veda crawled onto the bed, leaving her ass in the air wagging as she looked back over her shoulder and grinned at me. I lost all ability to control my conscious thoughts when I saw her folds glistening and on display. I shoved my boxers down and tore off my socks before I was on the bed and on her.
I crawled over her, knees bracketing her thighs, the mattress dipping beneath us. My hand settled between her shoulder blades and pressed gently until her chest met the sheets while that perfect ass stayed high.
“Stay right there, sweetheart,” I murmured, “legs a little wider. Show me how pretty you are when you obey.”
Veda spread her knees right away, back arching deeper. A soft whimper escaped her when cool air brushed her slick, swollen folds.
“Good girl,” I praised, running my palm in slow circles over one cheek, then the other. “Look at you, offering yourself so sweetly. You waited all night for this, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, pushing back the tiniest bit.
I delivered the first light swat—just enough to warm her skin and make her gasp. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she corrected instantly, and her voice was trembling with need.
“That’s my perfect girl.” Another gentle spank followed, then another, each one soothed by a slow stroke. Her skin bloomed a faint pink, and every small sound she made went straight to my cock.
After six measured swats I slid my hand lower, tracing where she glistened. “So ready for me already. You love being my good little girl, don’t you?”
She nodded into the pillow. “Please… I need you.”
“I know, baby.” I reached for the nightstand, tore open a foil packet with my teeth, and rolled the condom down my length while she watched over her shoulder with wide hungry eyes.
“Back into position,” I reminded softly. “Bottom up, face down. That’s it… beautiful.”
I lined up and eased forward into her body while she clawed the sheets and groaned. She took every inch with the sweetest moan, stretching around me like she was made for it.
“Perfect,” I groaned, gripping her hips. “Taking me so well. You feel incredible, sweetheart.”
I started to move and thrust into her, feeling her core clench around me every time I hit her back wall.
“Hands behind your back,” I told her. She obeyed instantly, crossing her wrists at the small of her back. I pinned them there with one hand while the other slid beneath her to circle her clit.
“That’s my good girl,” I whispered, thrusting deeper.
“Let me feel you fall apart exactly like this.” Her breathing turned ragged, hips rocking to meet me.
I kept the rhythm steady as I praised her with every stroke.
“You’re doing so beautifully, baby. So tight and warm around me.
Come whenever you’re ready—just let go and give it to me. ”
A few more perfect thrusts and she shattered. Her whole body tensed, then melted into powerful, rolling waves. She clenched hard around me again and again, crying out softly into the pillow while I held her wrists and kept moving, drawing every last tremor from her.
I watched the way her tight hole puckered and relaxed in time to the convulsions that gripped my dick and milked me. It was erotic and so arousing I couldn't hold back much more.
“That’s it… gorgeous… keep coming for me, sweetheart… just like that…”
The sight of her surrendering so completely undid me. Pleasure coiled tight at the base of my spine. I released her wrists, gripped her hips with both hands, and drove deeper and faster until I felt my balls draw up and my dick felt ready to burst.
My own climax crashed through me in long, shuddering pulses—thick, endless surges that left me groaning "Veda", as my hips jerked and I spilled into the condom in heavy waves. Each throb felt stronger than the last, pleasure pouring out of me until my vision blurred and my arms trembled.
When the final pulse faded, I slid in and out of her a few more times.
She twitched and her back jerked. Her hair was sprawled across her face, mouth agape and drooling, and I couldn't contain a smirk.
I eased out gently, tied off the condom and dropped it into the bedside bin, then gathered her close.
She curled into my chest immediately, still trembling with aftershocks.
“You were perfect,” I whispered against her hair, kissing her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. “Absolutely perfect…"
Veda melted against me as our limbs tangled and the heat of the moment started to cool.
This was the ease I'd been hoping for at dinner and I let my own brother get in my head.
I hated that. Robert told me that recovering alcoholics were very susceptible to hard emotional surges and outside influences when they first got sober and I was learning that the hard way.
"Hey," I said, pulling her chin up so I could look her in the eye.
"Yeah," she mewled sleepily.
"I'm sorry for earlier… at dinner."
"It's okay," Veda replied, kissing my bare chest. "You were helping a friend."
"I mean, I'm sorry for acting quiet and awkward." Pausing to give myself a moment to clear my head, I kissed her forehead. "Clayton said some really nasty things to me last week and I let them get in my head."
Veda pulled back a little where I could see her whole face, and she looked scared almost, or maybe it was just how tired she was. "What'd he say?"
"He was just mean and spiteful. I think he likes you and he's jealous or something.
I'm not sure, but he told me you were keeping secrets from me and he insinuated it was bad.
I should've seen right through him. He's trying to make me dislike you or mistrust you, and I just want you to know I trust you fully.
" I smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips softly.
"I love you, and I'm sorry I let my brother mess with my head. "
Veda kissed me back, harder, and then patted my chest with one hand. "I have to pee…" she said, grinning. "I'll be back." She started to pull away and I let her go.
Nothing I feared was true at all. Veda continued to surprise me with how supportive and affectionate she was.
It was like God sent a guardian angel along to walk me through the darkest valley of my life.
I hated that my own brother couldn't see how desperately I needed this, that he couldn’t support me even half as much as a woman I'd only met a few months ago. But I wouldn't let that stop me.
Veda and I were destined for each other. It didn't matter what lies Clayton threw at me. I was in love with her and I wasn’t letting go for any reason.