Chapter 8
ASHER
She’s internally fighting with herself again. I can see it in her expression. Part of her wants me to stay. The other part wants me to leave. It’s because of the part I know wants me as much as I want her that has me standing my ground.
“How can I leave you like this?”
Her brows tug inward at my question. “Like what?”
I step closer to her again, gently dragging my knuckles down her cheek.
“So… horny.”
“What?” She shakes her head and takes a step back, only for the back of her legs to meet her bed, causing her to nearly fall back.
“You didn’t have a committee meeting tonight, did you?” I ask, and a look of confusion contorts her face, before she opens her mouth to speak, but snaps it shut again, shaking her head, so I push a little more. “Did you, Lily?”
“Asher. Stop this. I did have a meeting tonight and you shouldn’t be in here.”
I grin. “Lil. Your committee meetings don’t run past two in the morning.” I brush her hair back over her ear, and I swear, she tilts her head into my touch just a fraction.
“Yes… I…”
I chuckle. “Were you on a date?”
Again, her eyes drop to my lips, and I know she’s thinking about kissing me. And fuck, I want that so bad.
She shakes her head at my question, but then she starts to nod.
“Yes. Yes, I was on a date.”
Liar.
I want to call her out on her lie, but there’s no need. She’s not going to tell me where she really was. I don’t mind that she’s lying about that, though, since the idea of her on a date has me ready to use those killing skills I learned at Wands.
I’m fairly certain she isn’t seeing anyone else, though, so I keep that primal urge tucked away for now.
“I’m confused then.” I narrow my eyes at her, and she squirms, clearly uncomfortable by my scrutiny.
“About what?”
“Well, if you’re coming home from a date after two in the morning, one would assume you had an eventful, satisfying night. Yet here you are, starved for touch. Aching with need.”
“No, I’m not,” she rushes out so quickly I have to fight the urge to laugh.
Instead, I step flush with her, fisting the hair at her nape as I tilt her head back, loving the breathy squeak that flies from her lips.
“Yes, you fucking are,” I hiss, letting her see how fucking serious I am, my eyes pinning hers in place. “Let me take the ache away for you, Lily. Let me make you feel good.”
“No,” she breathes, but even as the words leave her, I feel her hips press closer to mine.
Releasing the back of her head, I don’t move away, assessing how her head remains back, her eyes still locked on mine.
She wants me.
Cupping her jaw, I run my thumb along the seam of her lips as I lean in closer, just a breath away.
“Close your eyes,” I rasp. “And just let yourself feel.”
And just like that, her lids flutter shut.
Fuuuck, she knows how to be a good girl.
I wonder if she has a praise kink.
Like last night, it’s as if she’s in a trance, under my power, doing exactly as I instruct. I don’t waste another second, leaning in and closing the distance, and finally sealing my lips to hers.
My cock stiffens painfully, but I pay it no attention as the silky feel of her lips press to mine. My fucking heart is jack hammering at the fact I am doing something I have dreamed of doing for so long that I can’t remember when it first began.
Gently, I coax her lips apart with mine, tasting hers softly, as she tastes mine. It’s fucking everything. Her breath is a little fruity and sweet, like she’s been eating strawberry cream lollies, and her lips feel warm against mine, as a little moan escapes her.
Desperate for more, I deepen the kiss, moving my lips against hers with hunger, and the moment I do, our frenzy begins.
My arms wrap around her thin waist, tugging her flush against me, and her hands come up to fist in my hair, pulling at the strands like she’s holding me in place. When our tongues meet, I nearly fucking lose it, because fuck me, Lily can kiss.
Our tongues dance, almost like they are in a battle for dominance, and that sweet fruity taste intensifies as our heated kiss turns frantic.
Moaning into each other’s mouths, Lily leaps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and my fingers spread over the globes of her arse, holding her tight against me. She grinds over me, her needy core against my aching cock, and we fucking buck into each other, desperate for more.
Stepping forward with her in my arms, I blindly shift, lowering her to the mattress, and the moment it meets her back and I grind my cock against her, milking another loud moan from her, it breaks the kiss.
“This isn’t right,” she breathes, even while she kisses a trail down my neck.
“It feels fucking right to me.” I slide my hand down to cup her full breast over her blouse.
“I know it does.” She nips at my trap. “But it shouldn’t.”
Fuuuck… is she a biter?
I’m not sure she knows what she just said, and I’m not going to point out that she basically admitted that it feels right. She’s not ready to accept that yet.
“Fuck, Lily.” I hiss as she hooks her ankles behind my back and grinds herself on me again.
I trail kisses down her neck this time, while one hand works the buttons of her blouse. I want to see her body. I’ve longed to see it completely bare for me.
I’ve had near glimpses of a nipple here and there, and I once caught a quick glimpse of her bare arse when I snuck into her room to steal her knickers when I was about sixteen. Even yesterday I got to see those pretty pink folds.
But never have I seen her completely nude. And fuck, I crave it.
I want to see what she looks like without the barrier of clothing, splayed out on a bed ready for me to devour.
As I work the buttons, she continues to grind on me like she can’t help herself, her body taken over by desire.
Finally, I expose her chest and push myself up to hover over her, taking a look.
Lily doesn’t open her eyes. She keeps them shut while she bites her lower lip, obviously knowing that I’m getting my fill of her rack.
Reaching down, I run my finger over where her nipple pebbles under the satin fabric of her bra.
“Ash,” she breathes, and fuck, my gaze darts up to find her blue stare hooded, yet locked on me.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” I admit, and she whimpers, grinding against me again.
Oh yeah. Lily Bennett is down with that idea.
Tugging down the cups of her bra, I expose her tits, and fuuuck… they are… better than I ever dreamed.
Her skin is like porcelain cream, her nipples a light pink colour, exactly like I discovered might be the case in my research about redheads when I was a nosey teen. It’s a common trait with redheads, apparently.
And fuck, some of the skin around her nipple has faint silver lines.
Stretch marks.
Fuck, if that doesn’t make me harder, imagining Lily pregnant, and then a mother, breastfeeding her kids.
Not able to hold back any longer, I lean down and flick my tongue over her ripe nipple.
“Yes,” she cries, arching her back off the bed, pushing her nipple deeper into the heat of my mouth.
I latch onto it, sucking as my tongue flicks, and her fingers grip my head, holding me in place.
My heart is racing with excitement and disbelief.
How long have I dreamed of doing this?
Of kissing her.
Of having her in my arms.
Of claiming her nipples with my mouth.
So fucking long.
The thoughts I used to get before I even understood what sex was had me craving to touch her like this. At first, I thought there was something wrong with me. But then I learned about sex, and I knew what I’d been feeling was normal.
As Lily writhes underneath me, each press of her heat against my cock nearly sends me over the edge, and I swap to her other nipple, giving it just as much attention as I slowly work my hands down to her black pants.
The moment I get the button free and the zipper down, I release her nipple, ready to take this further. Ready to lose myself completely in her.
But she stops, gripping my shoulders and pushing me back from her.
“No,” she whispers.
“What?” My brows shoot up in confusion.
“Oh my God.” She shakes her head frantically. “No. We can’t do this.”
“Yes, we fucking can,” I hiss as she scrambles under me, trying to wriggle away, but I grab her wrists and force them back to the mattress, pinning them in place.
Her breathing is heavy as she stills, her chest heaving as she fights her emotions.
“Ash.”
“Lil.”
She shoots me a dagger.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Asher. Let go of me.”
I chuckle. “You can try, but let me make this very fucking clear, Lily. I’m not leaving this room until I’ve made you come.
” I lean in closer, hovering my lips over hers, our eyes locked as I speak.
“I had a sample of you yesterday. There’s no going back now.
So you can fight me, or give in, but either way, it’s happening. ”
She parts her lips in shock at my words, before anger flashes over her expression, and she starts struggling against my hold.
When she manages to get one wrist free, I rear back, quickly grabbing at her pants, tearing them off her as she twists on the mattress and tries to crawl away. She doesn’t get far, a breathless scream leaving her lips as I slap my hand down on her knicker clad arse.
Then… she moans.
I fucking grin.
Fuck, yes. She likes that.
Gripping her ankles before she can get too far from me, I drag her back to me as she flails on her front.
“Asher, stop,” she cries, but even as she says the words, I spread her legs and lift her hips, and she presses her arse towards me.
“No,” I grunt, tearing her knickers down and off, the move making her collapse forward again.
She attempts to scramble away again, but her lower half is now naked, and there’s no way I’m not tasting her. She’s fucking mine!
“Stop,” she pants, but I ignore her, flipping her over and forcing her legs apart even as she tries to kick at me.
“Fuck, Lily. Just give in,” I snap. “I’ve waited a lifetime to get a closeup of this cunt.”