Chapter 2
Asher
Pouring another finger of whiskey, I slam the bottle on the table and grab the shot glass. The alcohol burns down my throat, but it doesn’t soothe the beast raging inside me.
I close my eyes, the image of her trembling by the door still at the forefront of my mind.
Ava Williams is a temptation I thought I got rid of, an obsession I successfully shoved away.
I hadn’t prepared for the possibility of encountering her again just yet, and when she came pleading at my door…I struggled not to shove her to the floor right then and there. Pin her to the ground, rip her jeans off, and take that pussy like it’s been begging me to.
I down another shot, my knuckles tightening over the glass before I throw it against the wall.
The quiet little mouse was nearly my ruin last year. I’d almost lost my consideration for tenure, spending far too much time stalking the oblivious, na?ve brat.
She hasn’t even realized I failed her out of spite, merely for causing me to lose focus on my life’s goal. I spent most of my lectures half-lost in fantasies, and she was the star.
Now she comes to me, offering everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver platter. I don’t think I have the strength to deny her, to deny myself this opportunity.
I’ve already tried to save her once… Who is she to deserve a second chance?
Leaving the glass shards on the ground, I unbutton my shirt and pants as I make my way to my bedroom. I discard the clothes, tossing them towards the half-filled basket and walk to my closet and pull out the large standing mirror I’d shoved in there.
My cock is thick and hard, swinging with each step as I watch myself. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, my gaze shifts to the photos taped along the sides. I stroke my entire length as I take in the multiple snapshots I have of Ava.
My favorite is one I got when she dropped a book in the library. The small peek of her white underwear at the curves of her ass when she bent over in her skirt makes me come almost every time.
Her number is in my phone now, and knowing that I can dial it and hear her voice in an instant makes my breathing ragged. I squeeze my cock harder, pumping my fist faster as I think about how scared she’d be to see my caller ID pop up.
The way her breasts would quiver as she struggled to stay calm, the way her pupils would dilate with fear. The way her pillowy lips would tremble as she spoke, and the way her voice would be soft with terror.
I groan, jerking my hips into my hand as I study the photos of her long, dark hair.
How perfect it would be to wrap around my wrist and hold her in place as I fuck her throat. How perfect it would be to grab hold of and pull as I fuck her from behind. Her juicy ass would bounce with each smack of my hips; tears would fall from her face as I drove my entire cock into her and forced myself as deep as I could go. It would be painful, the tiny little thing would struggle to take me unless I got her soft and pliant.
Letting go of my ruddy cock, I pant as ideas form in my mind. Games that I want to play with my precious little pet. Pre-cum leaks from my tip, but I have no desire to come yet. Not when I could potentially spill every drop inside her instead.
The poor thing does not know what she’s unleashed, no idea how much she’s changed the trajectory of her life. I know once I have her, it will be a long time before I let her go, if at all.
Ripping my favorite photo off, I move to my bed and lay down. I hold the image to my face and grab my cock again. By the time I take Ava, I’ll be trembling with the want to come, my balls full with the need to drain inside her.
I move my hand faster, angry that she dared walk into my room today. My mind and body are restless from being close enough to watch the words form on her lips as she spoke. Fire gathers in my spine and I toss the photo to the floor, thinking about her on her knees instead.
Those perfect pink lips opening for my cock, worshiping every inch as I shove into her mouth. Right as I’m on the cusp, I let go and my hard cock thuds against my stomach. I try to control my uneven breaths as my heart beats wildly.
The woman has been haunting my every waking moment and even my dreams. A part of me hates her for it. But I couldn’t stop if I tried, days would go by where I busied myself to maintain a distance. No matter how much time passed, I would succumb to my desire and find wherever she was just for a fleeting glance.
I sigh, rub a hand down my face, and get up, knowing that I need to clean up and prepare my home for the inevitable evening she'll spend here.