Chapter 33 #2
Licking my lips, I drag my eyes back up to his whisky gaze before sweeping my copper curls over my left shoulder and turn my back to him.
“Unzip me?” I ask, and a moment later, Asher’s heat seeps through the black fabric of my dress as his fingers graze my neck before easing the zipper down.
As the fabric parts at my back, Asher’s fingers slide underneath, working the dress off my shoulders before the heat of his lips presses to the column of my neck.
“You’re the most beautiful creature that’s ever walked this earth.”
I lean back against his bare chest as my dress pools at my feet, goosebumps scattering over my skin as the cool air in the room hits me.
“I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping you.” He breathes against my ear, and I whimper as he sucks my lobe into the heat of his mouth.
“I want to drown in you, Lily. My Angel.”
As his hands come up to cup my breasts, I turn my head, meeting his lips in a searing kiss filled with more passion, more need, than I’ve ever experienced.
He rolls my nipples through the black lace of my bra, and I reach back, awkwardly grabbing his arse to pull him closer. His hard dick presses into the valley between my arse cheeks, and I fist his hair, never wanting him to stop kissing me. Never wanting him to stop worshipping me.
Shifting my other hand from his arse to between our bodies, I palm the outline of his dick, and Asher breathes a growl into my mouth, his tongue lashing mine.
Tugging down the cups of my bra, Asher frees my breasts, cupping them before gliding his fingers over their peaks.
With my grip firmly on his dick, I feel it grow impossibly hard, while Asher grazes a hand down my front, searing a trail over the lace knickers before he cups my sex with a growl, pulling me back against him.
I whimper into his mouth before he pulls back, his breath hot against my ear.
“Look across the room, Lil.”
I glance across the space, and my eyes fall on our reflection in my full-length mirror.
“See that?” He nips at my ear like he can’t control his need to taste me. “Those two look fucking perfect together.”
He’s right. They do. My skin is pale—a redhead thing—and even though Asher’s skin tone is more tanned, tattoos and bandages covering parts, it’s like our bodies were made for each other.
“Pull down your knickers,” he rasps, his British accent thick as he peppers kisses to my neck, his fingers travelling over the dark vine of ink that weaves up my arm.
Reluctantly, I release my grip on his dick before hooking my fingers in the lace and pulling them down enough to fall the rest of the way to my feet.
“Fuck, Lily. This right here,” he runs his fingers over the thin strip of hair on my mound, “is so fucking hot. And this,” he presses his fingers over the top of my v, and then he parts his digits, spreading my folds at the same time. “This is fucking heaven.”
“Ash,” I breathe, heat igniting deep in my core.
“You, Lily Bennett, are a work of art. Something to be savoured.” He releases my folds and then circles his fingers over my clit. “Something to be devoured.”
Then he slides his digits through my folds, pressing them into the heat of my entrance, and I cry out, the ache igniting tenfold at his touch.
“Fuck, Lil. You’re so wet for me.” He slides his fingers back to circle my lubricant over my nub before he growls. “Legs wider.”
Oh.
I’m a puppet to his demands, my stance shifting wider, and the moment I do, he drags his fingers back through my parted lower lips before pushing three digits inside.
My legs instantly tremble as I push against his hand, forcing his fingers to sink deeper.
“Ash,” I cry, letting go of any restraint I had as he fucks me with his fingers.
I’m already so close, and I’m desperate to get to the part where I take him to the same heights he takes me, so I palm my tits, pinching my nipples and tip my head back against his shoulder, my eyes parting a fraction to remain locked on our reflection.
The way he’s cupping my pussy, his fingers buried deep while the heel of his palm presses against my clit sends me into a frenzy. I lose sight of our reflection as my lids squeeze shut, bucking and mashing against his hand until I come hard.
My cries are loud, even to my own ears, and so much heat rushes out between my legs that I wonder if I just peed myself.
“Oh my God,” I ramble as Asher keeps mashing my pussy and I look down as the waves keep coming, and clear fluid rushes from me.
“Fuck, yes,” Asher hisses. “Give me more.”
He doesn’t let up, and I explode in a second orgasm that sends me absolutely gushing.
As it sprays, Asher moves to my front, his fingers still inside at an angle when he falls to his knees before me and catches the last of my spray in his mouth.
A strangled cry tears from my lips as I watch this beautiful man get showered by me, and as soon as it stops, my knees give out.
Catching myself on the edge of the bed, I gasp in shock, Asher’s grip on my hips firm as he tries to keep me upright while his lips latch onto my pulsing pussy.
The press of his tongue is almost too much, but as my eyes find his heated stare, I give myself over to him completely. Right now, I’m at his mercy and I know without a doubt I’d do anything he asked of me.
I bite my lower lip, sucking it in as I take in deep breaths through my nose while Asher’s erotic kiss slows.
“Lily.” He pulls back enough to speak before pressing a kiss to my sensitive nub. “I wanna do so many dirty things to you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, not able to form any more words as I start to relax on the edge of the mattress.
“I wanna fuck you every way imaginable.”
“Alright,” I agree again, because hell yes, that sounds wonderful.
His eyes drop to my exposed sex as he slowly runs his fingers through my drenched folds before moving further back to prod the entrance to my arse.
“I wanna fuck this.”
My pussy clenches at his words and I whimper again, my cheeks heating as I give him a single nod. “Yes.”
His eyes dart up to mine in surprise. “Yes?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want you there. I want you to…” I trail off, not used to being so honest about bedroom activities.
“To what, Lil?” Asher growls. “Tell me. Say the words.”
“To…” I bite my lip, feeling the heat from my cheeks travel down my neck. “To claim me in every way.”
Asher is on me in an instant, rising to slam his lips to mine, his tongue lashing in a kiss that comes from the soul.
I taste myself on him, loving how much he loves to devour me. Never shying away. Treating me like I’m something to be cherished. Savoured.
We fall back onto the mattress, his weight a delicious pressure as we kiss, our hands everywhere, our need all consuming.
Somehow, I end up face down on my bed, Asher’s lips kissing a frenzied trail down my spine as he multitasks, tugging off his jocks.
Past the end of my bed, I can see part of our reflection in the mirror, and the most erotic thing isn’t watching myself, but watching Asher when he doesn’t know I can see him.
He’s fucking ravenous. A creature starved and about to eat for the first time in forever. The way his eyes rake over my flesh, how they flare with so much heat before he drops to his knees, tugging me to the edge so my legs hang over and I’m bent in the perfect position for him to access my arse.
“Fuck,” he rasps, not saying anything else before his hands part my cheeks and he buries his head between them, his tongue pushing at my back passage.
“Oh!” I cry out, the act of what he’s doing, so dirty. So forbidden.
I’m not sure that part of my body is meant to be used this way, but it feels so fucking filthy to allow him access like this, and I fucking love it.
I never knew I’d like someone licking the entrance to my back passage. Never knew I was this filthy woman until he came along to peel back my layers and expose me to my real self.
It’s only now that I realise the Crimson Angel and Lily Bennett are the same person. Dark and depraved. So utterly depraved.
I can’t help but push back against his hot, searing tongue, gritting my teeth as the dark monster in me rises and wants to attack him in the best of ways.
“Ash,” I pant. “Fuck me. Please.”
Asher rips away from me so quickly, fisting his cock, his eyes darting around.
“Lube? Do you have lube in here?”
I nod, reaching out to point to my bedside table. “Bottom drawer.”
I’m still watching Asher in the mirror as he moves quickly like a desperate man, opening the drawer and finding what he’s looking for.
“Oh, here are your toys.” He grins, looking up to meet my reflection in the mirror.
I didn’t know he knew I was watching him, but apparently, he did.
“I’ll be using these on you one day soon.”
“Or maybe I’ll use them on you.” I grin and his brows hitch.
“Uhhh, or maybe not.”
I push up on my elbows, turning to look at him over my shoulder. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me Asher Scott is afraid of a little toy?”
He chuckles, pointing down to the drawer. “That thing is not fucking little.”
I giggle and he playfully slaps my arse, wringing a moan out of me.
“Now, are you ready?” He pops the lid on the lube and starts squeezing it over his dick, and I watch him slick it up, running his hands up and down his shaft.
Jesus, nothing is hotter than the sight of him right now.
“Yes,” I breathe, practically frothing at the mouth to have that veiny muscle inside me. Stretching me.
Giving his magnificent dick a few more lubed pumps, he shifts his gaze to my arse, his eyes wide with anticipation.
“Spread those legs wide.” He taps my foot with his and I shift on the bed, parting them wider before lube starts running through my cheeks as he douses me with the slippery substance.
The moment he presses his fingers to my back passage, I close my eyes, my pussy clenching with need as he circles it a few teasing times before slowly sinking two in.
“You want me to fill this hole, Lily?”
“Yes,” I moan, pressing back, wanting his fingers deeper.
“We’ll go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He growls like he’s trying to hold himself back, and I crack a lid to find his reflection in the mirror again.
His eyes are trained on my arse, watching the way his fingers move in and out.
“You’re so fucking hot, Lily. Your body, your mind. Just… you.” He bites his lip for a moment as he adds a third finger, and I try to open myself up more, wanting this to go smoothly. I want this with him. I want everything with him.
The stretch of his three fingers sends heat rushing over my skin, and a whimper escapes me as I grind my hips forward into the side of the mattress, seeking friction.
Asher takes that moment to ease his fingers free, parting my cheeks wide.
“Fuck, Lily. Your open arse is so fucking beautiful.”
“Fill me,” I breathe, my voice needy and husky.
Asher chuckles. “Oh, I will. But first.” He grips my legs and flips me over so I’m facing him again, and he looms over me like a fucking god. “I want to see your face when I slide inside.”
I frown, confused. Is he going to fuck my arse or not?
My unspoken question is answered in the next second when the hard tip of his cock nudges my partially stretched hole.
“So… missionary anal? That’s a thing?” I ask, feeling a little stupid that a woman my age doesn’t know, but he doesn’t make me feel bad, his lopsided grin nothing but wicked.
“It is. I’ve been researching. This is meant to be good for beginners.” He pushes forward, presses his cock in until I feel it stretching my back entrance.
That’s when a lick of pain hits me, and I tense.
“Rub your clit,” he orders. “The more relaxed you are, the easier this will be for you.”
I feel my cheeks heat again. I’m not sure why I keep fucking blushing, because I’m not embarrassed. Not the way I would’ve been with other partners, or Alex.
Sliding my hand down my front, I do as Asher asks and rub the sensitive bud. Instantly, my tense limbs relax, my body softening to accept him.
“Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes dart to his as he hovers over me, his chest damp with a fine sheen of sweat. “I want you to stay with me when I claim you.” He points two fingers to his eyes, and I nod, my lips parting as he slowly pushes in to fill me.
Each time the stretch feels like it will hurt, I increase the pressure on my clit, my fingers circling, pressing, until I feel almost liquid again.
“Fuuuuck, Lily,” Asher pants, still sinking in. “You’re so tight.”
He shifts his hand from my leg, gliding his fingers through my folds before pressing them to my entrance.
“Do you want my fingers to fuck here, too?” he rasps, biting his lip as his nostrils flare.
I nod frantically, not able to speak, and it’s all the confirmation he needs before he sinks three digits inside my pussy.
I cry out, my fingers working like crazy over my clit before he moans, his dick sinking to the hilt inside my arse.
I can hardly believe I’m doing this. Never thought I’d ever let anyone go there, especially after Alex shut me down all those years ago. But Asher… He’s different. I’m different when I’m with him.
It’s everything.
I’m so impossibly full. I never imagined liking something like this but I do. With Asher, I love everything he does to me.
As Asher starts slow thrusts, tingles rush over my body from head to toe, and my ears start buzzing as my pleasure builds. The sensation of him hitting all the sensitive parts inside me is indescribable. There’s not a word in the world to accurately describe how he’s making me feel.
Euphoric. Rapturous. Sublime. Enraptured… nope, they don’t even come close.
At some point I lose all control of my hearing again, even my vision waning as he picks up the pace, his dick in my arse, his fingers in my pussy, and my fingers attacking my clit.
In an explosive rush, my orgasm hits with an intensity I’ve never felt, and a scream rips from my throat that even my own ears don’t recognise.
Asher’s fingers are relentless, his dick pistoning faster, sending another wave of pleasure through me, and by the time he seizes, jerking inside me with a roar as he fills my arse with his cum, I come to the conclusion I’m about to die as darkness rushes at me.