Chapter 24
ASHER
There’s just something about making Lily come while the twins are close by that has me taking these fucking huge risks. I know it’s dangerous, yet I still fucking do it.
Sneaking into her room in the middle of the night is one thing, but to mess with her while the twins are awake, in a room mere feet from where we were, is fucking crazy.
Yet I’m here for it.
The twins didn’t even notice we were gone, too wrapped up in some viral dance online they were trying to teach themselves. They are popular online with a large audience, their identical good looks helping them tease the chicks.
People, especially the chicks, are fascinated by them, and it’s hard not to be. They know how to work their charm to win people over.
I guess they are like their mum in that way. She has that effect on me.
Everything I think about lately involves sex with Lily. I’m like a man possessed. I don’t hate it. I fucking love sinking into the heat of her. It’s heaven. But I know the real way to win Lily over isn’t through sex.
I mean, it helps, but she’s a thirty-seven-year-old woman who mostly knows what she does and doesn’t like. She has no need for stupid mind games. No need for the dramatics chicks my age thrive on.
Lily needs a real connection.
Which is why, after devouring her needy pussy in the powder room earlier, I’ve decided to back off a tad. If I can get her to see me as something other than a horny sex beast, then I might have a shot at convincing her that we could work.
If I can do that, then I’ll have all the time in the world to do the filthy, nasty things I want to her.
The problem is, it’s really hard to keep my distance. My mind goes to places it shouldn’t, especially with the twins around, and I have to fight the urge to make the fantasies inside my head a reality.
It’s after nine in the evening when Lily gets a call on her phone. She steps outside before she answers it, closing the door so we can’t hear.
It shouldn’t really be something to be concerned about, if it weren’t for her worried glances back towards the house. The twins have no idea what’s happening, paying her no attention. But I don’t miss it.
Something is going on. Something she’s not sharing with anyone.
Well, except maybe with Barrett. Even after they were practically at each other’s throats the other night, they ended up putting their differences aside because something more was happening.
When she comes back inside, she throws on a fake smile, something I guess she’s probably perfected over the years of being a hairdresser and also married to Alexander. I hate that she uses it now, though, with me.
Even if the twins weren’t here, she’d be using it on me. And I fucking hate that.
“I’m going to ask you a question,” I say in a hushed tone as I stand near her in the kitchen, peering into the fridge. “And I need you to be honest about it, because I know you’ve been lying to me.”
In my peripheral, I see Lily’s head dart towards me, but I keep my focus on the inside of the fridge as I keep talking.
“Please, just be honest,” I say. “Is everything really okay?”
Even though the volume of the game the twins are playing is loud across the room, I still hear Lily’s sharp intake of air, and when she doesn’t answer, I risk a glance at her, not caring if the twins see.
“Asher—”
My eyes narrow and her brows hitch.
“I asked you not to lie to me, Lily. So the words that fall from your mouth better not be that everything is okay, because I can tell it isn’t.”
With panicked eyes, she darts them to her sons before returning to me, and then right before my eyes, I see her expression morph into something different.
Something wild and lethal.
She takes a step closer, and fuck, I have the urge to step back, because what I’m seeing is not the sweet version of Lily.
“Don’t make the mistake of thinking you can speak to me that way.” Her voice is so low, so quiet, that I have to strain my ears to hear it. “My pussy might like the magic you wield, but you don’t own me, Asher. You have no right to any of my secrets.”
Fuuuck me.
I’m hard in an instant.
Lily’s words… her tone… the way she holds herself… it’s something she rarely shows the world.
Her reaction tells me two things.
One is that there is a very real issue she is dealing with that is more than just business concerns.
And the other is that she’ll protect her secrets with everything she’s got.
I knew it before, yet now, as I stare at her fierce stance, her blue eyes dark with threat, I am absolutely certain that Lily Bennett is the love of my life.
That doesn’t seem to matter, though, because she walks off, leaving me standing with the fridge door open.
She keeps her distance from me for the rest of the night, going to bed early and locking her door and window. I know this because I check before accepting defeat… for now.
I’d already settled on giving her some space because I want her to see me as more than a dick to ride, but the cold shoulder wasn’t what I had in mind.
It successfully plummets my mood again, so I turn in early, having a hot shower before staring up at the ceiling in Ronan’s old bedroom for a few hours.
It’s around three in the morning when the bedroom door creaks open. I squint in the dark, making out the slender figure that I’ve gotten to know so well lately as Lily.
I fucking grin as she sneaks in, clicking the door shut behind her.
She couldn’t stay away. Fuck, knowing that makes me want to pound my chest like a fucking caveman.
I don’t say anything as she pads quietly over to the bed, her eyes finding mine in the dark.
Lily doesn’t speak either. Her lips part slightly as she grips the end of the blanket and slowly peels it off my body.
Her eyes leave mine then, searing a path down my torso until they lock onto my straining cock.
Yep, I’m completely naked and ready for action, and I squeeze my pelvic muscles tight, making my cock jerk, trying to tease her with it.
The movement does the trick, and she tugs off the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing, dropping it to the floor before climbing on the bed to straddle my thighs.
My hands are under my head, where they were when she came in. I decide to leave them there and see where she wants to take this, but fuck it takes everything in me not to reach out and palm her tits.
Her delicate hand picks up my heavy cock and begins slowly pumping it. My breathing gets heavier, and her eyes drop to the rise and fall of my chest as she pumps it like she’s savouring the way I react to her touch.
Then she rises up, lining my cock up with her entrance, and she slowly sinks down.
My eyes roll back into my head as her vice-like pussy grips me. She rises and falls a few times, her slick cunt lathering my shaft with her lubrication before she starts to pick up a steady rhythm.
The way the dull moonlight trickles in from outside sending a glow to her pebbled nipples, is absolutely stunning. She said she was no angel, but fuck, she looks like one right now.
Lily rides me with a slow and sensual rhythm, rolling her hips and grinding, building her pleasure.
Each stroke is a tease as I fight to keep my hands off her. But fuck, if I touch her, that’ll be it. I’ll never be able to keep my fucking distance.
I’m tempted to ask her for her secrets while she fucks me. Tempted to tease them out of her.
But I don’t. I want her to want to share them with me simply because she trusts me. Not because they were forced or coerced from her.
Every now and then, Lily glances down at me, but it’s like she can’t bear the eye contact, and she quickly closes her eyes again, focusing on her pleasure.
Not gonna lie. I kinda feel used right now, but fuck, I’d give this woman anything, so if this is how she wants me, then this is what I’ll give her.
Her pace picks up, her walls gripping my cock with each stroke, and I know she’s about to come.
I remain still as she rides me, getting herself off on my cock, a whimper falling past her lips as she comes undone.
When the waves subside, any eye contact is impossible on her part, and she rises off me before I can come inside her.
I figure that’s it, but as she moves down to settle between my legs, I’m reminded just how unselfish Lily is. She takes my cock in hand, parting those luscious lips, and sucks me deep into her mouth, moaning around my girth.
She sucks and licks off her juices while using her hand at my base to pump my cock with each suck.
Fuck, she’s good at this. I should probably stop her so I don’t come in her mouth, yet the dirty fucker in me wants her to taste it. To swallow it. Maybe even choke on it again.
Fuuuck, just that thought helps me get over the line, and she devours my hard length until I finally come, right down the back of her throat.
Fuck, I want to touch her.
Still, I keep my hands behind my head, watching as she sits up, both of us panting quietly.
“I didn’t want your cum running down my leg in the morning,” she whispers into the dark room, my heavy breathing the only other sound.
Do I still feel used?
A little.
Am I okay with it?
Yes.
But, since I want to see if I really am more than a cock for her to ride so I can figure out what I’m working with, I try to remain indifferent.
“Fair enough” is all I say.
Lily climbs off the bed, her face covered in shadows, but I can still tell she’s looking right at me. Assessing. Gauging my mood given my hands are still under my head, and I haven’t tried to touch her.
My cock doesn’t count in this scenario. She had total control over that, and fuck, she did it so well.
Bending to pick up her t-shirt, she quickly pulls it over her head and turns to leave.
Fuck, she’s leaving.
My heart sinks.
But then she stops and turns back to me, taking a step in my direction before stopping again.
“You’re angry at me for how I spoke to you earlier?” she asks, her voice quiet and soft.
“It’s fine, Lily. Go back to bed.”
Even in the dark, I can see her head tilt to the side. She’s quiet for a few beats, and I drag my eyes from her to stare back at the ceiling before she speaks again.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice sounds pained.
I keep my gaze locked on the ceiling when I speak. “What are you sorry for?”
Lily approaches the bed, her slender frame filling my peripheral as the moonlight touches her again. “For the way I spoke to you.”
Keeping my head straight, I shift only my eyes to glance at her.
“The way you spoke to me isn’t the problem, Lily. In fact, that fiery part of you that you keep hidden from most people is part of what attracts me to you.”
“Oh,” she whispers, shifting awkwardly beside the bed. “Then what was it that I did?”
My cheeks flare with anger.
How doesn’t she know?
I thought she would have gauged by how pissed off I became when I asked her not to lie to me.
“Asher?”
I drag my eyes away from her and return them to the ceiling.
Do I really have the right to know her secrets?
Maybe not, but it doesn’t change the fact that I want to know them, because to me, knowing them means she trusts me more than anyone else, and that I mean more to her than a fuck fest with her sons’ best mate.
“Fuck it, Asher. Talk to me,” she hisses in anger. “I don’t have the patience for brooding males that need me to mind read.”
I move so fast she doesn’t see me coming.
I grab her, pulling her to the bed and flip us over, so she’s left with my weight, pinning her to the mattress.
A gasp flies from her parted lips as she stares wide eyed up at me, fucking stunning being at my mercy.
“I asked you not to lie to me,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
“I asked you that because I am concerned. I can sense something big is happening, and you’re trying to deal with it on your own, but you don’t have to.
I’m right. Fucking. Here. I can help you.
Be a support for you. Be someone to bounce ideas and concerns off.
A fucking shoulder to cry on, Lily.” I’m vibrating with frustration, and for a moment, I think she’s gonna cave.
Going to let down her walls and let me in, but any hope of that is short-lived as her face transforms, her walls going back up right before my eyes as her blue gaze hardens, and her parted lips lock tight.
“Get off me.” Her tone is calm. Too calm. Like a spider waiting to strike.
“Fine,” I hiss, rising off her quickly to watch her scramble off the bed.
She doesn’t turn back this time. Doesn’t even hesitate to pull the door open and close me back inside alone.
“Fuck!” I hiss loudly in the space, wishing there was something I could punch right now.
I’ve fucked up. I’ve pushed too hard and now she’s retreated. But how could I not express my concern? Something isn’t right and I fucking care about her. Deeply. I can’t turn a fucking blind eye to that.
Sinking back down onto the bed, I rake my hands through my hair and rest my elbows on my knees as the truth of the situation hits me.
Maybe I really am nothing more than a dick for her to get off on, and as soon as she’s had her fill, I’ll be tossed aside.