CHAPTER 38
Asher
“ I need you …”
Those words will break me every damn time, because I want her to need me. I want her to need only me.
I crush my lips to hers in a knee-buckling kiss.
A moan escapes her as my hand slides under the thin cotton of her shirt and her lips part, letting me taste and savor her until she’s kissing me back, eagerly, like she’s been waiting forever for me to give in.
She’s fucking stunning like this. No care about where she is, no worry about right or wrong, just taking what she wants without thought, which I know for Olivia is rare as hell.
And fuck, do I ever give in.
This kiss isn’t like the ones before it.
This kiss is full of something I’ve never felt before: fucking emotion and a growing connection that I’m having a really hard time understanding.
This connection is deep, split equally between us, only becoming one when we’re connected like this with my lips, hands, and my body on hers.
I cradle the back of her head as I hold her so close there isn’t enough space to breathe between us.
Olivia slides her hands up and twists her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, trying to pull me even closer.
We both moan as she moves her hand over my cock between us.
We slow, nowhere near done kissing each other as she meets my tongue with her own in a perfect, teasing pulse.
I’m ready to come in my fucking pants as she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down.
“I’ve never stopped thinking about that night,” she says in a breathy whisper.
The words make me give in entirely as I slide my hands under her skirt and grip the soft skin of her ass tight.
She’s so fucking silky and warm as the tips of my fingers graze her cotton thong.
Knowing I can’t have her, that I still have to wait until her next trimester, is a special kind of torture all on its own.
“I never stopped thinking about how it felt when you were deep inside me, Ash …”
Goddamn.
She strokes my dick again, squeezing a little harder this time, letting her free hand reach up to rest on my shoulder and I suck in a breath. “About how good it felt for you to stretch me, fill me.”
“ Fuck, woman. What are you doing to me?” Flames lick up my spine as she lets out another throaty moan, rocking into me further, adding more pressure.
“Do you think about it too?” she asks, so needy. Fuck.
“Every. Waking. Fucking. Moment,” I growl, gripping her ass so tight her breath hitches. Another throaty moan and my dick is leaking for her. I’m so fucking hard.
“Me too,” she breathes. I press my heavy palm against her clit through her panties, knowing she’s fucking soaked for me. I remember the way she clenched around my dick and it sends another thrill through me.
She’s fucking perfect.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again,” she admits in a dirty whisper, trading between gently stroking her fingers over my cock then gripping it tight. My eyes nearly roll back; the contrast is driving me mad.
“Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to blow in my fucking pants, Olivia.”
Her plush pink lips pop open as she whimpers. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
She’s a little brat. Sexy as hell and she doesn’t even realize it.
“I want to make you come …” she trails off in a moan.
I force myself to back up from her before pulling my T-shirt off with one hand and tossing it to the floor.
Next, I lose my jeans, and then my boxers, until I’m standing stark naked in the room in front of her, calling her bluff.
There’s no stopping this now. She hasn’t moved; she’s frozen and her eyes are moving quickly over my rigid body.
I see the tiniest hint of fear in those eyes and that spurs me on even more.
It’s as if she knows she’s awakened something in me that can’t be pushed down any longer.
“You and me, yeah?” I affirm.
“Yeah,” she wisps as her hands slide over her hips like she can’t wait to touch her needy little pussy. My eyes trail over her soft curves, desperate to see those thighs slick with the mess I know is all for me.
“That means we come together. ” I nod to her. “Now take off your clothes. Slowly, I want to see all of you.”
Olivia
Asher looks every bit the dark prince standing before me, waiting for me to do as I’m told.
The slight tic of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes. It’s all for me.
I’ve never been so desperate for any man as I pull my T-shirt off over my head and a low rumble leaves his chest as he watches me.
His hand moves to his thick cock as he begins to stroke.
The cooler air has my nipples aching and hardened under the soft cotton of my bra.
Slowly, as I hold his eyes with mine, I unbutton my skirt and let it slide down my legs, stepping out of it slowly just like he asked.
His chest rises and falls steadily, though his pupils are blown out, giving him an almost crazed look.
“So eager to please me, Olivia. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”
His tone alone makes my pussy throb with want as I give him more.
Nodding, I pull my hair to one side over my shoulder as I reach behind and unclasp my bra, which falls forward and drops to the floor.
Then, I slowly slide my thumbs under the fabric of my light gray cotton thong at my hips and start to pull them down too.
“No. Leave them,” he orders, and I freeze with his command, waiting for the next, wanting nothing more than to please him.
The ache between my thighs is overwhelming as I watch him continue to stroke his huge cock in his hand.
I’m so desperate to touch myself; he’s so hard, so rigid, rippled with veins and covered in ink.
So ready for me as he closes the space between us.
He dips his head down, spitting into his hand before returning it to his thick shaft; I whimper.
“You like that?” he asks, something wicked in his eyes. I’m a total goner for him at this point and manage nothing more than a nod.
“Sit down.” He tips his head to the sofa. I move the short distance and do what he says, taking a seat as I watch for his next order. The power in his eyes as I submit to him is a drug. One I know I’ll never be able to give up.
“Lean back, spread those thighs, and show me how wet you are. I bet you’ve soaked right through those fucking panties for me.”
I say nothing but keep my eyes on him as I lift my heels onto the sofa. His pace increases on his cock as the deep V of his abs flexes. I’m completely exposed like this, and I’m sure he can see the wet spot I can feel in the center of my thong.
“Aye … Just as I thought. Fucking dripping for me. Pull them tight. Show me that swollen little pussy.”
Oh fuck.
I obey his dirty instruction, understanding more every time I experience a moment like this with him that it’s what I’ve always missed. Tugging on the top of my thong so the outline of my pussy is apparent for him, I lick my lips and wait. Even the friction of my panties is better than nothing.
“Mmmm … fuck, so wet, so needy for me.”
I stay still, desperate to touch myself, but I don’t dare until he tells me I can.
“Throbbing too …” he assesses calmly, studying my expression.
“Yes.” I practically whine the answer and I don’t care how desperate I sound. Just watching him jerk his cock standing over me is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Take them off now. Touch yourself for me, kitten.”
Holy hell. Normally he uses that nickname jokingly, but like this? It feels different. Special. Like it’s only for me. Sliding my panties off, I lean back again, exposing myself fully to him.
“Thank you,” I breathe out without thinking, and I hear him groan as my eyes flutter closed and my fingers move to rub my aching clit. My free hand moves to my tits and I let my first finger ghost a nipple as he strokes, moving close enough that he’s standing right over me.
“Fuck … Asher!” I take a breath, slowing my movement to stop myself from coming so quickly.
“I didn’t say stop,” he grits out as he reaches down and pinches my nipple. Hard. I cry out as he soothes over the pain with a gentle touch. “Play with those beautiful tits for me, Liv.”
He pinches again then rolls it between his finger and thumb.
Fuck, that feels good. His hand moves to stroke my face tenderly as I pinch my nipple gently.
My other hand still makes sweeps against my clit as electricity sizzles through to my core.
Asher watches intently when I let out a long, drawn-out moan, allowing my eyes to flutter closed.
“Atta girl.” His pace continues. “There’s nothing more beautiful than you … just like this.” Asher drops to his knees, pulling me up against him and licking a trail along my bottom lip.
“Gimme a taste of that sweet fucking cunt now.”
I mewl into him with his gruff commands but slide my first two fingers through my pussy. They’re covered in my arousal as I raise them up and trace his lip.
“Don’t tease me, Olivia. Fucking feed me.”
“Fuck …” I whimper as he sucks them right into his mouth with a deep groan.
I’m rocking my pussy against his cock now because I’ll take anything, any part of him.
Being this close, yet unable to have him, sends pure anarchy through my bloodstream.
My eyes nearly roll back as he backs up slightly on his knees, gathering my arousal with two fingers, sweeping them up over my clit, and gently pinching it as I begin to breathe heavier.
I’m clinging to him as he teases me, continuing to work his fingers at a pace that has me spiraling.
Just before I’m about to come all over him, he stops.
“Greedy fucking girl. Together, ” he reiterates. “I wanna see how you make yourself come, Liv. Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me.”
His own hand has returned to his cock, and he doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I lay back against the sofa and replace my fingers.
The faster he strokes himself, the faster I work.
Both of us getting off on each other’s actions.
Asher isn’t even touch ing me, and this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.
The sounds of my soaking pussy fill the air as he strokes himself over me.
“Listen to that sobbing cunt.” He growls. “It gets you off knowing how hard it makes me. Just fucking looking at you …” Asher groans as his head tips back, and the muscles of his arm flex. “How fucking sexy are you spread out for me like this?”
“I love it,” I admit as I reach up with my free hand to pinch a nipple.
“Fuck yeah, keep those eyes here, baby.” He points to his own then settles his free hand across my inner thigh. “And these legs spread wide. I’m gonna paint this pretty pink cunt with my cum.”
“Please …” I whimper, wanting him to make a mess of me. Wanting him to mark me.
Asher’s expression is one of satisfaction at my begging and, finally, my orgasm takes a foothold. There’s a deep-seated hunger in his eyes as he fists himself, and I feel the wave begin to crash over me.
I start to come apart at the shameless way he strokes his cock, how confident he is in his own sexuality, how he knows exactly what he wants, and he has no fear of showing it. His eyes are dark and wild, his bottom lip steady between his teeth.
“I’m gonna … come,” I pant. “Please come with me, Ash … please.”
“ Fuuuck, Olivia …” He growls my name as hot ropes of cum coat my fingers and my pussy.
I come with him, my body rocking as I shudder, trying to catch my breath.
Asher pulls me up to him, but I’m in a daze as he kisses my lips, weaving his hands through my hair as our naked flesh presses together and his cock slides through my pussy, covered in both of us, and the feel of his barbell against me when I’m still so sensitive has me desperate for more already.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he pulls back to look at me. “So goddamn beautiful.”
“You’re pretty beautiful yourself,” I say honestly, my heart beating fast.
He smirks. “Aye. You always get naked on the first date?”
“No,” I admit. “Do you?”
Asher pinches my ass and I squirm. “No.” His eyes grow more serious. “In fact, you’re the first woman I’ve been with since I came to this town.”
I stare at him for a moment, letting that information wash over me.
“So, um, what does this mean? Best co-parents ever?” I kiss him again and shrug. “Moment of weakness?”
“Aye.” He smirks at me like he can’t help himself, and this side of him, the side that only I get to see when he wants me, is like a spark before the flames.
I realize as his lips return to mine that I felt it the very first night we were together, and I know now I’ve been chasing the fire he offers me ever since.
“Fuck …” he mutters, looking to the clock over my head as my breathing slows.
“What?” I ask with concern.
“We’re gonna be late.”
“Where are we going?” I hum into his lips. “I’m already feeling completely relaxed.”
Asher chuckles, tipping his head back, and it cracks my chest wide open to see how happy and light he is.
“Uh-uh. Come on, little mama, let’s get you cleaned up. I’m taking you to the rodeo.”