CHAPTER 14 #2
Time slows as Asher pushes in the first inch. My back arches with the feeling and I’m already seeing stars behind my eyelids.
I pant as I realize how full I’m going to be. He grips my hips and we both look down, watching the way he moves, sinking slowly, disappearing inside me. It’s fucking hypnotizing.
“ Fuck … Olivia. ” He groans my name as he loses himself a little more and the voices grow louder. There should be laws against the dark and sinful way this man says fuck. It’s so damn sexy.
“S-should we stop?” I ask, praying he says no because I’ve never felt anything like him.
Asher’s eyes turn almost carnal as he pulls the white handkerchief from his suit pocket and shoves it into my mouth. My eyes water as he clamps his heavy hand over the top.
“I promise you, no one in this fucking building is safe if they get in the way of me burying my cock inside you right now, Olivia. Which means you will be quiet for me. You’ll be my perfect, silent little slut. Got it?”
He groans deeply as he pulls out almost all the way, then pushes fully into me in one deep, heavenly thrust. I’m so full, I do feel him everywhere. The fullness reaches my stomach as I moan loudly into the cloth, but it softens the sound to a whimper.
“Aye, that’s better. Now you can scream for me, Liv.” His eyes darken.
I bite down hard to stop myself from crying out as he sets his pace.
“ So fucking tight, ” he huffs out as I begin to accommodate him. “Christ, baby … it’s like you’ve never even been fucked …”
Him calling me baby is almost my undoing as he watches himself, holding me up like I weigh nothing.
“That’s it.” His eyes bore into mine. “You don’t want gentle.
Do you?”
I shake my head as a tear slides down my cheek.
“Aye, you want me to fuck you so hard you’ll remember me between your thighs tomorrow.”
I nod a yes.
“Good girl,” he growls as he slams into me, and I cry out, gripping him tighter. “When you wake, and it hurts, remember how you begged me for more …”
His piercing is pressing against the spot I try desperately to reach on my own with my vibrator. But Asher is effortless and every time he roots himself deep, I think I might die from the pleasure.
“Look at you. So damn pretty … swallowing my cock so well.”
I don’t know how much time passes as Asher fucks into me without relent, stretching me, filling me as he whispers my name, only slowing when he knows I am on the verge of coming. Asher fucks me like he wants to teach me exactly what it means to be owned by a man. And I’m completely at his mercy.
I’m inching my way up the wall of the bathroom stall with every deep thrust he offers.
My hair is splayed out, my dress has fallen around my waist, and drool runs down my chin from being gagged as tears stream down my cheeks.
Clamping his hand down over my mouth, he cuts off my breath even more.
And suddenly I’m clenching him even tighter, somehow even more turned on by his sense of control.
“Show me who you are, Liv. I want every fucking ounce of your darkness.” Dots line my vision as he squeezes my air supply. “This tight little pussy just gets wetter with every breath I steal from you. Come all over my dick now, Liv and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll fill you right the fuck up.”
My legs tremble and I’m a whimpering mess as I do as he says, crying his name into the cloth against his heavy hand.
“Atta girl.” He watches me intently while I fall apart, but I don’t even care. All I feel is utter euphoria. I almost black out before he lets up a little and I suck a breath through my nose.
He slows his pace and, as I watch him, I realize I’ve never known a man so open with his own sexual needs.
It sends a fire burning through me, knowing it’s me who is making him this unhinged.
My eyes roll back and the tight coil of heat centers again.
His hand slides to grasp the back of my neck while he buries his face between my neck and my shoulder.
He groans into me, his face buried against my skin.
“You’re fucking ruining me, Liv,” he admits, and the honesty slices through me.
The sounds of him fucking me fill the air, and just as I feel Asher grow inside me and inch closer to the edge again, the door to the bathroom opens and we hear someone walk in.
My breath hitches as the water starts to run and my eyes snap open, focusing on him.
But he doesn’t even threaten to stop; he just keeps rocking into me.
My pussy tightens even further, then he smirks before he whispers under the rush of the water.
“You like the idea of being caught?” he whispers low against my ear.
I nod.
“You want my cum dripping from you the rest of the night?” I nod again. “Then give me one more, pretty girl, milk every fucking drop,” he orders as the water continues to run, and I’m helpless, my orgasm crashing into me without warning. My shoe hits the floor just as he stiffens inside me.
“ Fuck, ” he groans against my bare shoulder, and we tumble over the edge together.
His movements grow languid, but he’s gripping my hips so tight I’m sure I’ll be bruised.
The cloth is pulled from my mouth, but I’m in a daze as his lips come down on mine and he spills into me, biting my bottom lip hard.
The water shuts off and I’m panting, sucking in my first full breath in minutes.
It feels like I might pass out. Mortifica tion washes over me as my shoe is slid back under the door by whoever was using the sink.
I wait, breathless. Asher is still rock-hard and jerking inside me when the door to the bathroom opens.
The voices get louder then subside as it closes and we’re alone again.
“Holy hell …” I whimper, trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, still holding me.
“I’ve never …” I mutter, trailing off as he pushes deep one last time and I feel him twitch. I moan involuntarily and he chuckles. Asher kisses my lips gently and my eyes find his.
“Still friends?” I ask.
“ Christ, ” he murmurs, his laugh deeper this time. “If that’s what you want to call it.”
Asher moves to pull out of me but I stop him, gripping his waist with my legs a little tighter. In turn he squeezes my thigh like he doesn’t want to leave me either. A rush of emotion washes through me and I bury myself against his chest. He tenses, then surrenders before hugging me back.
I expected today to be hard. I braced myself for watching another friend get married and start their future while I don’t even have any prospects on the horizon, but this feeling of being wanted for even this small amount of time made things feel a whole lot easier.
And so, for that reason, I cling to this dark mystery of a man just a little longer.