Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
NAT
I wasn’t a cuddler. Much like when I was wide awake, I liked my space when I slept. Hated having the dead weight of someone else’s extremities trapping me in place. That was what it had always felt like—being cornered with nowhere to go. It was suffocating.
Now, though, as I woke to Asher’s arm slung over my waist, his chest pressed against my back and lips against my shoulder, the only thing I felt was irritation that I couldn’t spy on his sleeping form easily.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, I rolled over, still in the confines of his arms, until I faced him. I held my breath for long moments, waiting to see if my movements would wake him. When I was sure I was in the clear, I snaked my hand up between us. Traced the shadowed arc of his long, dark lashes brushing his cheeks, outlined the curve and bow of his lips, scratched my nails lightly through the surprisingly soft hair of his beard. A beard I’d felt on my breasts…my inner thighs. My pussy.
My stomach somersaulted when images of last night flashed in my mind. How he’d looked braced over me, his jaw set in determination, his eyes locked on me as he’d moved so confidently inside me. As he’d proven every bit of my made-up rumor completely false.
That had been the best lie of my life.
When it came to sex, I’d never been one to get emotionally attached. I’d always viewed it as merely an exchange of pleasure and nothing more. Though last night had certainly proven that viewpoint wrong. It’d been more than just a couple orgasms for me. I’d felt it in every inch of my body.
In every inch of my soul.
Deciding that thought was better left ignored, I extricated myself from his arms to slide down his body. My mouth quirked when he rolled onto his back, making my destination that much easier. Last night, after we’d showered—and managed another round in there—and were lying in bed, he’d whispered that I should feel free to wake him up with a blow job anytime I felt like it. And who was I to deny him what he obviously wanted?
After all, turnabout was fair play, since he’d had his fun last night, licking me to orgasm—twice—and I’d only managed barely more than a glimpse of his cock. Though I’d felt every inch of it inside me…knew exactly how amazingly it stretched me, I wanted to get a little more up close and personal with my new favorite toy.
I wasn’t one to fawn over a penis. In my mind, a dick was a dick, but even I couldn’t deny how mouthwateringly thick Asher’s was, even only half hard. Wrapping my fingers around him, I squeezed lightly and swiped my tongue through his slit, smiling when his cock twitched and hardened under my touch. God, I couldn’t wait for him to fill me again. Stretch me until he was all I could feel.
Unable to continue teasing him with small licks, I engulfed his head in my mouth, sucking deep as I swirled my tongue around him and relished in his groan.
“Nat?” he asked, the low, sleep-roughened timbre of his voice sending tingles straight to my clit.
With my lips stretched tight around him, I lifted my gaze and met his eyes, a smug satisfaction overcoming me at his whispered, “ Jesus .”
He slipped his fingers into my hair and dropped his head back on his pillow with a low, deep groan. Keeping my hand tightly wrapped around him, I pumped his length as I sucked him deep into my mouth, pulsing my tongue against the sensitive underside.
My clit throbbed with each groan from his lips, each twitch of his thighs beneath my palm, each careful tug of his fingers in my hair. As if he wanted desperately to hold me still so he could fuck my mouth hard and fast but was holding back.
I wasn’t sure if it was his obvious restraint or his desperate need that pushed me over the edge, but it was all too much. Some other time, he could come in my mouth. Hell, I’d do it again later today if he wanted, but right now, I was too wet. Too aching for him. I needed to feel him inside me again. Needed to see if being with him was just as intense in the light of day as it had been when darkness cloaked us.
I released him with a pop and climbed up his body, settling myself over his length. Gripping him tightly, I flicked the head of his cock against my clit, groaning as pleasure shot through me.
“Thought I was dreamin’,” he murmured, grabbing two handfuls of my ass and taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“You tellin’ me I’m the woman of your dreams?” I asked as I lined him up at my entrance.
“You have no idea…”
With that hanging in the air between us, I sank down, my breath catching as my pussy stretched to accommodate his size. Panting, I stared down at him with half-lidded eyes. Ran my hands over his defined chest. Traced each ridge of muscle, outlined every tattoo.
My fingers itched for my camera, if only to capture the look on his face as he stared up at me like I was the answer to every prayer he’d ever had.
How had I known him my whole life, and yet this was all new?
I’d seen him without a shirt on countless times, but I’d never known the way the rising sun would cast shadows across his tight abdomen as it rippled with need. Hadn’t known the tenor of his deep, agonized moans as I seated myself on his cock completely, pressing my clit against him while I rocked back and forth, as close as two people could get. Hadn’t known how well his hands would fit the exact shape and size of my hips…my breasts… Hadn’t known how sweet it’d sound to hear him whisper my name in the throes of ecstasy.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he said, his fingers digging into my hips as I sat back against his raised thighs.
Rocking faster, I panted and shook my head. “Me first.”
“Always.” He slipped one hand down, the rough tips of his callused fingers strumming me as well as he strummed a guitar.
While he drove me out of my mind with one hand and gripped my hip with the other, I reached up and cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples as I rode him to our peaks.
The sight must’ve been too much for him, because, with a groan, he pressed high with his hips, holding me in place above him as he thrust up in a fast, unforgiving pace.
“Oh my God .” I came on a sob, bracing myself on his chest as I collapsed forward. The waves of my orgasm washed over me even as he continued pumping his cock deep inside me, extending my pleasure as I shuddered through my release.
“ Fuck ,” he said through gritted teeth. “Love how you look when you come on me.”
Catching my breath, I pressed my chest to his, sliding my fingers through his hair as I nipped his lower lip, soothing the sting with my tongue. “Love how you look when you fill me up.”
“ Nat ,” he groaned, his hips stilling as he thrust up and pressed deep. His cock throbbed inside me as he came, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass.
I stared down at him, watching the pleasure sweep across his face as he spilled himself inside me. As there was nothing left between us…no secret left to uncover, no boundary we hadn’t crossed. My breath caught at the intimacy of feeling him without a barrier between us…something I’d never experienced with anyone before.
So, it hadn’t just been last night, when we’d been swept up in the day’s events. When we’d started this all because of a challenge—a flimsy excuse, but one apparently both of us had needed to admit to wanting to try something we knew better than to gamble our friendship on. But I had complete certainty, even as I felt his warmth inside me, that this wasn’t an anomaly.
The two of us had always clicked, more so than even me and Nash—though now it was clear this thing between me and Asher spilled into the bedroom as well. Our ease around each other had allowed us a level of comfort I hadn’t ever had with anyone else. Something I wasn’t sure I’d ever find again. Wasn’t sure I even wanted to.
I didn’t need to think about that now, though. Not while he was tracing the rough pads of his fingertips along my spine. Not when he was kissing my jaw, pressing his nose to my neck and inhaling deep. Not as he gripped me tight and flipped me beneath him, grinning down at my squeak of surprise, his sleep-mussed hair hanging down and tickling my breasts as he kissed his way across my chest.
I allowed my lids to flutter shut as he closed his lips around my nipple and got lost in the feel of his body against mine.
Later, I’d contemplate what this all meant. Later, I’d play this over again in my mind, breaking it down and locking it away in neat little boxes so it made sense.
Later, I could worry about what the aftermath would be when I left.