Chapter 4
ASHER
Her whimper nearly undoes me. So does the way her bright blue eyes flare, her dark lashes fluttering as she tries to rein in her emotions.
It makes my already hard cock even harder, and I rearrange myself to give it the room it needs to stand tall as I lean in a little closer, determined to make sure she knows exactly how I feel.
“I can see how desperate you are for me to touch you, Lily,” I rasp, my voice huskier than usual. “To take away that ache between your legs.”
Her breath catches. “And you know how to do that, do you?” After the words leave her lips, her eyes widen as if she’s surprised she spoke them, but then a moment later, her gaze turns serious before she speaks again.
“I’m not one of the girls you typically fuck, Asher.
I don’t spread my legs for attention instead of pleasure like they do.
I doubt you would even know how to truly please a woman. ”
Ha! Challenge accepted, Ms Bennett.
I grin wickedly, revelling in the way her cheeks pinken even more. She’s clearly battling with the part of herself that has morals, but I can see there’s a part of her that wants this. Wants me.
“I’ve been exploring the female body since I was fourteen.
I know my way around, but I’ll tell you what.
If I don’t do it right, you could always train me.
” I lean in closer, barely brushing my lips over her cheek before I rasp in her ear.
“Show me exactly how you like it, Lily. Show me how you like to be worshipped.”
Her breathing is heavy as I pull back, and her eyes drop between us, locking onto something. My gaze follows, and I grin when I see the weeping tip of my cock peeking out of the waistband of my sweatpants.
Shit. I guess I must have rearranged myself a little too well.
My grin grows wider.
“You wanna touch it, Lil?” My voice is husky, giving away how aroused I am.
“Stop,” she whispers as she slowly drags her gaze from my cock to my face.
I could push her harder. Force her to admit how much she wants to feel me between her legs. Make her so desperate to feel my cock slide inside her.
I won’t though. There’s a very real chance if I take it that far tonight, she will freak out afterwards and I’ll never get this close to her again.
No. I need to make her feel in control of this situation, even though she’s trying to fight the way she feels. Trying to deny to both of us how much she aches for me.
“I’ll tell you what.” I take a small step back. “Since we both know you’re not going to let me touch you tonight, and that the moment I step away you’re going to rush off to your room and rub your swollen clit instead of letting me do it, I think you should just do that here.”
“What?” she whisper-squeaks as her copper brows furrow, and I grin.
“Why not just do it here?” I point two fingers towards her pelvis, watching how she bites her lip as her eyes follow my fingers like she’s desperate to feel them.
“Slip your hand between your legs right here and do the job we both know you’re going to do, anyway.
Come in your knickers right here, and then give them to me so I can at least smell you when I fist my cock in the bathroom. ”
She whimpers again, the sound making my cock jerk and more pre-cum beads on my tip.
Has she never been spoken to this way? Has no man ever been honest with what they want for her? From her? Or maybe it’s because it’s coming from me, the boy she helped raise.
“Just close your eyes, Lily,” I whisper. “Pretend I’m not here, or pretend I’m someone else.”
Her lids flutter like she’s trying to fight the urge, but then they fall shut, and my heart flips in my fucking chest.
Fuck yes!
I thought it would be harder, but right now, she doesn’t seem to be in control of her actions. It’s like she’s someone else.
“That’s it,” I say softly, coaxing her. “Now slide your hand down between those milky thighs.” I keep my voice low, scared if I speak too loudly, I’ll snap her out of this trance she seems to be in.
She hesitates, and I momentarily think she’s going to bail, but a second later, Lily slides her hand over the light fabric of her skirt before gripping it and bunching it up enough to slip her hand underneath.
I nearly come from sheer fucking excitement.
I can’t believe she’s actually doing this, but then again, I always knew there was another side to Lily.
A side her ex-husband never saw. Probably because that prissy fuck wouldn’t know how to truly please a woman like Lily.
I bet that twat was all about himself in the bedroom, like he is in everyday life.
I have no idea how she put up with him for so long.
A low, husky moan falls from Lily’s lips as she rests back against the fridge, her eyes still closed as her hand starts to move under her skirt.
“That’s it. Make yourself feel good,” I whisper, and she bites her lower lip again, her nostrils flaring as her hand moves faster.
Falling to my knees before her, I lower myself enough to be eye level with her hidden pussy, absentmindedly running the heel of my palm over my straining cock.
Glancing up, I check to see if she’s watching me, but her lids are still shut tight, and while she rubs circles over her knicker-clad clit, I reach out and slowly lift the fabric of her skirt hanging in the way of the show I ache to see.
I suck in a deep breath as I finally get a glimpse of her wet, pale pink knickers and how transparent they are in this state.
I’m so tempted to lean forward, press my nose to her and breathe her in. Feel the wetness over my skin and add to it by running my tongue over the fabric where she aches the most.
Fuuuuck. I’m desperate to taste her, but I don’t want to scare her off, so I stay back, watching as her pace increases.
“Yes, Lil,” I encourage. “Make yourself come.”
She whimpers loudly then, her lips parting as her face contorts and her fingers move so fast over her mound that I almost come from the sight of it. She cries out, a sound I’ve longed to hear fall from her lips ever since I knew what an orgasm was, and, fuck, it’s beautiful.
She bucks, thrusting her hips against her hand, and her legs start quivering as she rides each wave of her climax until her cries slowly fall silent and her body falls still.
All I can hear now are her panting breaths as they fill the silence, and I watch her chest rising and falling quickly as she tries to recover.
I can’t fucking move, kneeling on the floor before her. I’m fucking awestruck by this seductress before me.
Slowly, her lids flutter open, and I prepare for her panic now that her lust has subsided. But it never comes.
With lazy eyes, she stares down at me, taking in where I kneel on the floor before her, my arms outstretched as I hold her skirt out of the way so I can see what she hides under the fabric.
“Take your knickers off,” I demand softly, hoping she won’t freak out yet.
Slowly, she trails her hand from her mound to hook her fingers into the waistband of her knickers, slowly easing them down.
My fucking heart flips in my chest that she’s actually doing it.
She’s not freaking out like I expected, and she’s peeling the damp fabric away, but the movement dislodges my hold of her skirt, and I don’t get a glimpse at her wet cunt as the fabric tumbles down, hiding everything I want to see.
Shifting back to give her the room she needs to step out of her knickers, I push my disappointment aside and focus on what she’s doing, and when she’s done, she dangles her knickers in front of my face on one of her red-tipped fingers.
“If you tell my sons about this,” she breathes quietly, and my eyes flick up from her hand to those bright ocean eyes as she speaks, “I’ll fuck you up.”
Ahhhh. There she is. The Lily I know. The one she keeps hidden from the rest of the world.
It takes everything in me not to fucking grin like the cat that got the fucking cream.
“I would never do that.” I force myself to speak, assuring her as I reach up and take her knickers from her finger before standing. “What happens between you and me, stays between you and me.”
She studies my face for a few beats, her bright eyes dancing between mine as if she’s searching for a lie, but then she gives me a nod.
“Off you go, Asher. Go and fuck your hand to the scent of my knickers.” The smirk that pulls at the corners of her lips is utterly fucking sinful, so I return it, hoping she sees that I’m not backing down.
“Do you want to watch?”
Her brows shoot up at my question, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to force myself not to laugh.
“I mean, this is your house,” I remind her with a grin.
“You can go into any room you like. Whenever you like. I can’t stop you.
” I shrug, gesturing my head towards the staircase.
“So, if I leave the door slightly ajar, and you just happen to be passing by it and see in…” I leave that hanging in the air between us, but she shakes her head.
“I don’t think that will happen.”
I chuckle. “We’ll see.” I turn my back on Lily and quickly pass through the living area before retreating up the stairs, my aching cock making me walk faster out of sheer need.
Since Lily’s bedroom is downstairs near the front door, she technically has no need to come upstairs, but fuck, a guy can only hope.
Rushing into the bathroom, desperate to fist my cock, I leave the door wide open, not caring if Lily doesn’t come up, because at least she will likely hear me.
Taking out the oil that’s kept under the sink, thanks to the twins, I drop my pants and jocks, stepping out of them to leave me completely naked, before I smear my hard length with the slimy substance, all while gripping Lily’s knickers in my other hand.
I meet my dark gaze in the mirror, glancing over my defined abs, and the angel inked over my ribcage with hair the colour of fire. Just like Lily’s.
I wonder if she’s noticed how similar it looks to her.