Chapter 14
ASHER
Parties and I have never mixed. That’s more Jude and Ronnie’s thing, but I’ve always tagged along over the years, fighting off the thirsty slags that think they’re the ones that can make me happy. I’ve always known there was only one female on this Earth that could do that.
And now I have her.
I didn’t stay at the party for long. It was interesting enough with chicks falling to their knees to prove they can give the best blowies. When a handful of lads whipped their cocks out, I was sure the slags would bail. But they fucking didn’t.
As fun as live porn can be, I just found it tacky, and it pissed me off that the chicks didn’t have more respect for themselves. Casual sex is fun and all, but lowering yourself to be a pass around for a group of chaps to prove a point is only gonna win you whore status.
It was ace hanging out with the twins for a bit, though.
It’s always a blast to watch people try to figure out which one is Jude and which one is Ronan.
Sometimes I have to study them for a moment to figure it out myself, and really, there are probably only a handful of people that know how to tell them apart.
Returning to Lily had been at the forefront of my mind all night. My head was still in bed with her. Hearing her moans. Watching her parted lips as she came. Feeling her writhe under my touch.
I was worried that leaving her with time to think would have her trying to call whatever this is off again, but when I went home, Lily proved me wrong.
She also surprised the fuck outta me, pouncing on me with a gun when I tried to sneak into her bedroom. I was instantly hard. There’s just something about Lily, naked, dripping with water, her fiery hair sleek and wet while she holds a gun to my throat.
I wanted to spin her around and fuck her right there up against the wall.
I didn’t for a few reasons.
One was because she had a past lover who only seemed to like that, and while I’ll definitely do that with her, I’ll hold off until she gets to enjoy all the other ways first.
Another reason was because if my entire body was aching from the bedroom games we’d been playing, then hers must be, too. Probably worse.
And the last… she’d been crying.
She’d said it was because she missed Jude and Ronan, but I’m not buying it. Something else is going on, and I really want her to tell me, but I don’t want to pressure her. If I do, she might pull back altogether, and I can’t fucking handle that thought.
I kept my word when we got into bed, not diving between her legs like I wanted so badly, so she could get some rest. She fell asleep in my arms straight away, and fuck, there was just something about holding her like that.
She snuggled into me like I was the one that could protect her, and it made me feel like the imbalance of our age gap was starting to slip away.
I want that so bad. For her to see me as her equal, but I know I have a lot to prove yet.
Now, hours later, I lay here next to her, watching her sleep, her face soft and peaceful, looking nothing close to the thirty-seven years she is. Lily has always looked young, which works for her because she’s young at heart, too. Not in an immature way, but in an adventurous way.
She was always the mum that took the twins to the park and kicked the football with them. She’d splash in puddles, and wrestle them to the ground, bomb them in the pool, and she was even the one who taught them how to ride dirt bikes when they were young lads.
She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty as long as she was having a blast with her sons.
Studying my sleeping Angel, my gaze tracks over her creamy skin with a light spattering of freckles on her shoulders and upper arms.
There are faint scars I never noticed before, and I lift the sheet off her a tad more to get a better look.
Some of the scars are small, and others are long, but they all look like they were once cuts.
She has a few on her arms, and a couple over her ribs.
There’s a story behind the scars, and I hope one day she shares it with me, no matter how dark their stories are.
The urge to capture her beauty in the position she’s in is what pushes me out of bed. The way she is splayed out with her fiery copper hair like an aura around her head, and how her delicate fingers rest in the valley of her chest as her deep breaths rise and fall, is utterly breathtaking.
I pad quietly out of her room and up to my bedroom to get my sketchbook.
I’ve been drawing Lily naked for years, using my imagination to sketch the parts I hadn’t had the privilege of seeing before yesterday. But now she’s there, completely laid out for me, ready to capture.
Grabbing what I need, I go back downstairs and slip back onto the bed next to her. She stirs a little, but not enough to wake, and I slowly, gently remove the sheet the rest of the way off her so I can see her completely.
My cock makes itself known, just like it does every other time I spot some of Lily’s exposed skin, but I ignore the desperate fucker, leaning back on the headboard to start sketching.
By the time I’m shading the shadow of her nipples, my cock is weeping from the tip, and without even thinking, I wrap my hand around my shaft and give it a pump.
Hungry need slams into me, and I set my sketchbook aside, giving my cock some more attention as I watch her sleep.
I don’t want to wake her. She was exhausted last night and probably still sore. She deserves to sleep and not be pestered by me and my hard-on.
But fuck, I’m so utterly addicted to her. So desperate to mark her and make her mine that before I even have a chance to think about what I’m doing, I shift a little closer to my sleeping beauty as I pump my cock.
My mind flashes with images of yesterday when I pressed the tip of my cock between her lips as she slept. How they parted for me, letting me sink in deeper. How even in sleep, her tongue brushed over my shaft, tasting me.
Then she roused and let me fuck her mouth. Not just a blowie, but actually fuck her mouth with untamed brutality.
I’ve never wanted to be like that with anyone before. So fucking hardcore.
There’s just something about Lily that calls to this raging deviant inside me. When it comes to her, my mind turns to pure filth. The things I want to do to this woman would freak anyone out, yet for some reason, I feel like she’d go there with me.
After all, she let me fuck those pretty red lips of hers and shoot my cum down her throat.
Just the thought has my balls tightening, and I pump faster, squeezing harder as my hips rise off the bed next to her.
My jostling causes her to stir again, a faint moan falls from her lips, but she doesn’t wake. She remains in her dreamland while I lay next to her wanking.
Probably the hottest thing about yesterday was after I’d finished abusing her throat, she got physical with me. Her face a mask of fury and lust, her blue eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.
Then she forcefully sat on my face and fucked it. Like unashamedly ground my head into the carpet as she rode my chin, lips and nose.
It was fucking hot.
Intense heat rushes over me as pleasure rips through my insides, and I bite my lip as cum shoots from my cock, right onto Lily’s hip, before oozing down onto the bedsheet.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my cock pulses, making a creamy puddle between us.
Sucking in air as the last ripples subside, I squeeze the last bit of my seed from the eye of my cock, and wipe up the last bead from my tip.
Eyeing my cum on the tip of my finger, I smirk to myself, reaching over Lily’s sleeping form and gently rub my jiz over her bottom lip.
She stirs again, her tongue darting out instinctively, and she unknowingly licks my offering from her lip.
Well, fuck. That’s hot.
My eyes roam over her body, and I scoop up more of my spunk from the bedsheet with my finger before hovering it over her nipple and letting it drip.
Seeing my cream drizzle over her pink nipples makes me instantly hard again, but I ignore my never ending erection and gently swirl my finger over her nipple, causing it to pebble.
When a faint moan escapes Lily’s parted lips, I repeat the process on the other nipple, using more of my cum, and again, she gives a faint moan as I tease the tight peak.
I fucking grin.
“You like that, huh?” I whisper, knowing she can’t hear me, but fuuuuck, now I wanna do dirty things to her while she sleeps.
I wonder if I can make her come without waking her up.
Is that a thing?
Fuck, I hope it’s a thing.
I could be really pushing the boundaries, yet again, but there’s something inside me that thinks Lily would be on the same page as me. She likes how dirty I am. She liked watching me suck her juice from her knickers the first night. And I know she fucking loves me abusing her mouth.
Why wouldn’t she want to be worshipped while she slept?
Scooping more of my jiz onto two fingers this time, I hover them over her mound, just below the thin trail of copper hair and watch creamy droplets fall onto her clit.
The sight is something else, and I scoop up more, doing the same thing, watching the pink flesh of her folds start to glisten in my spunk.
Fuck, I want to paint her entire body in it.
Sitting up properly on the bed, I shift closer to her side so I can see that pretty pussy of hers, and as I reach forward, pressing a single digit to her clit, I watch her face for any signs of her rousing.
When she doesn’t react, I slowly circle my finger over her clit, rubbing my seed into her flesh. A few circles of her needy little bud creates a stir, another faint moan slipping past her lips as her hips shift and her legs part a tad, giving me more access.
Taking a bigger scoop of my cum, I gently slather it over her parted folds and continue my gentle technique, watching how she stirs again, her head thrashing to the side with a whimper.
“It’s okay, Angel. Just relax,” I say quietly, not knowing if she can hear me or not, and not wanting to wake her.
I consider slipping a digit inside her, but I know she’s sore from the amount of times I fucked her yesterday, and it will likely wake her if I go there. But this, her needy swollen clit, may be all I need access to in order to get her there.
As my seed dries into a sticky mess on her skin, I watch as a clear bead of fluid oozes from her entrance. She’s definitely turned on, so I gently lift the leg closest to me, parting her legs further, and see that her cunt is slick with her arousal.
Oh, fuuuck yes, Lil.
That’s exactly what I need.
Scraping up the final remains of cum off the sheet, I gently press my creamy fingers to her opening as my other hand works on her clit, and I combine our bodily fluids, gently pushing some of mine into her entrance with the pad of my finger.
Lily’s head thrashes again, her hips rolling at the same time, her hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts.
Fucking hell. Even in sleep, she knows what to do to make herself feel good.
For all I know, she’s woken, but her eyes are still closed, and her features have smoothed out as I gather up our juices and rub them over her sensitive bud.
The only thing that moves is her hips, lifting a tad as she chases her climax.
Increasing my pace, I watch how her hips match it, little gasps falling from her, and I know she’s about to come.
The small cry that leaves her lips is part animal and part whimper, and her hands fist the sheets, her arse lifting off the bed as the intense waves rush through her.
I don’t let up on her clit, circling faster to draw it out longer, and it’s only when Lily’s hand darts out to backhand mine away that I know she’s had enough.
“Asher?” Her voice is soft and full of sleep, but her lids don’t open as she rolls to her side, curling into a ball. I wait for her to speak or open her eyes, but it never comes, and a moment later, her breathing slows and deepens as she falls back into oblivion.
She’s fucking perfect.