Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Kat
I nod, my gaze immediately snapping to the reflection of us in the mirror. I’d do anything to make him not stop, but beyond that, the sight of us is… fucking hot.
I’m transfixed in a way I never would’ve expected as I watch Asher slowly press inside me.
He goes slow, working his way deeper with careful strokes, so big that he still has to ease in gradually.
Every inch stretches me in a way that toes the line between too much and not enough, and I have to remember to breathe.
Through it all, I keep my gaze locked on the mirror, taking in every detail of what it looks like as he fills me inch by inch. My bound wrists rest against the small of my back, the red ribbon a vivid slash of color against my pale skin.
It’s filthy. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life, and part of me thinks I should feel shy or embarrassed.
Years of being self-conscious about my body, of worrying about the extra curves and softness, of Daniel making me feel like I needed to keep the lights off and stay under the covers…
all of that should be rushing back in right now.
I should be thinking about how my ass looks from this angle, how my breasts are squished against the table, how exposed I am.
But when my gaze moves upward to take in the look on Asher’s face in the reflection, I can’t feel anything except turned on.
Because the way he’s watching me, his gaze locked on the place where he’s filling me, is so full of raw hunger that I can’t doubt for even a second that he’s enjoying this. That he wants me. That he finds me beautiful.
His jaw is tight, his lips parted slightly as he breathes in and out slowly. There’s a vein standing out in his neck, and his hands on my hips are gripping hard enough that I know I’ll have marks tomorrow. The thought sends a thrill through me.
It takes several shallow thrusts, each one going deeper than the last, before he finally bottoms out, filling me up to the hilt. I cry out at the sensation, heat pooling low in my belly as I clench around him involuntarily. He grunts at that, his hands tightening even more on my hips.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel incredible.”
I can’t form words. All I can do is watch our reflection, mesmerized by the sight of us together like this.
“You ready?” His voice is strained.
“Yes!” The word comes out as more of a gasp. “Please move.”
He grits his teeth, his jaw working. “I don’t know if I can be very gentle today. You’re wrecking me, bright eyes. I’m barely holding it together here.”
I crane my neck to look back at him over my shoulder, meeting his eyes for a second instead of watching the mirror. The blue-gray of his irises is almost completely swallowed by his pupils, and there’s something wild in his expression that makes my stomach flip.
“I thought we were celebrating,” I say, letting a smile curve my lips. “What if I don’t want gentle?”
His eyes flash with heat, something almost feral crossing his face.
Without warning, he grabs my bound wrists with one hand, holding them firmly at the small of my back.
The position arches my spine more, changing the angle slightly, and I feel utterly at his mercy in the best possible way.
Like I can let go and give myself over to this without worrying about anything except how good it feels.
Then he draws back, almost until he’s all the way out of me, before slamming back inside.
The sound of his hips clapping against my ass echoes through the room, and I can feel my body jolt with the force of it. The impact ripples through me, making my ass shake, and I moan loudly, the sound torn from my throat before I can think about holding it back.
Asher groans in response, the sound rough and satisfied. He does it again, driving in so hard that my whole body moves against the coffee table with the impact.
His free hand runs down my back, fingers tracing the line of my spine. “The mirror, bright eyes. Don’t stop looking.”
I realize that I’ve let my eyelids flutter closed, too caught up in the sensations coursing through me.
I force them open, watching in the mirror as his thick length fills me again and again.
His hand roams over my hips and down my back like he can’t get enough of touching me, like he needs the contact as much as I do.
Every thrust sparks through me like electricity, lighting up nerve endings I didn’t even know I had.
The angle he’s hitting is devastating, reaching something deep inside that makes my vision blur at the edges.
I struggle weakly against the ribbon binding my wrists, not wanting to get free but needing to hold on to something, to anchor myself against the sensations building inside me like a storm.
Then Asher spreads my ass cheeks with both hands, one of his thumbs teasing my back entrance. Just working around the rim, gentle and exploratory. I gasp, my gaze shooting to his face in the mirror.
He’s staring down at my ass, watching his thumb circle my back hole, and the look on his face makes me almost come on the spot. There’s something reverent about his expression, like he’s worshipping at an altar.
“So fucking hot,” he says, his voice rough. “Just like every part of you.”
He doesn’t do more than tease, doesn’t push inside, but that gentle circling starts to drive me crazy—starts to make me think I want something filling me there, something I never really considered before.
The tempo between us builds, his thrusts getting faster and harder. He praises me between ragged grunts, telling me this is the best celebration, that I’m so good for him, so fucking responsive. That he loves the sounds I make, loves watching me take his cock.
The words wash over me, sinking into my skin. I can feel myself getting close, my pussy starting to flutter, my inner walls tightening with every thrust.
“I’m close!” I gasp out. “Asher, I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard.”
Just as I’m racing toward the edge, so close to my climax that I can almost taste it, the sound of a car door slamming outside jerks me back to reality.
Asher and I both freeze.
Through the living room window, I can see Daniel approaching the front door with that confident stride I know too well. He doesn’t look over and see us, thank fuck, but my heart stutters in my chest, adrenaline flooding my system for an entirely different reason now.
“It’s Daniel,” I whisper, panic creeping into my voice.
I expect Asher to pull out immediately, to untie me so we can scramble to make ourselves presentable. Instead, he leans over me, his chest pressed to my back, his breath hot against my ear. He’s still buried inside me, still hard as steel.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“What?” I blink. “Daniel’s right outside.”
His voice is rough and possessive when he speaks again. “You were so close. I can tell. We don’t have to stop just because he showed up. Maybe Daniel should hear the real sounds this time instead of fake ones.”
The idea shocks me but sends a reckless thrill through my body too. I bite my lip, trying to catch my breath as my mind races with the possibility.
There’s a knock on the door. Three sharp raps that make me jump even though I knew it was coming.
Asher slowly starts to ease out of me, his movements careful. “It’s your call, bright eyes. You get to decide.”
His words hang in the air between us. This is my choice. He’s giving me the power to choose, not pressuring me either way. And god, that might be the hottest thing about all of this.
Before he can pull all the way out, I find my voice. “Don’t stop.”
It comes out as barely more than a whisper, but the effect is immediate.
Asher makes a satisfied, hungry sound low in his throat, driving back inside me with enough force to make me gasp.
It’s so hard that a noise spills out of me even though I wasn’t trying to be loud, a high whimper that I can’t hold back.
He keeps going, setting a rhythm that’s faster and harder than before. His hand slips around to tease my clit, working it with quick, firm circles that shoot me right back toward that peak I was almost at before Daniel showed up.
“That’s it,” he murmurs roughly. “Let him hear how good I make you feel.”
Another knock sounds at the door, louder this time. More insistent.
Asher doesn’t slow down. If anything, he speeds up, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that must be audible even outside. The thought makes my cheeks burn but also sends another rush of heat through me.
“I’m so fucking close too.” His voice is strained. “Wait for me. I want us to come together.”
He thrusts a few more times, each one hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I can feel myself right on the edge, teetering there, waiting for permission to fall.
Then he growls, “Do it, bright eyes. Come. Get loud. But don’t do it for him. Do it for me.”
With that, he pinches my clit. Not hard enough to really hurt, but the shock of sensation—that sharp edge of pain mixed with blinding pleasure—shoots through me like lightning.
I come hard, unable to stop the cry that tears from my throat.
It echoes through the cabin, loud and uninhibited and real in a way I never used to let myself be.
I’m barely aware that I’m even making noise as the orgasm rolls through me in waves, each one cresting higher than the last. My whole body shakes with it, clenching around Asher so hard that I hear him curse.
He follows immediately, pounding into me through my climax and then curling over my body, one hand braced on the coffee table beside mine as he groans into my neck. I can feel him pulsing inside me, can feel the warmth of him even through the condom.
We stay like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, recovering from the intensity of it. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat, and my legs are shaking. If the coffee table weren’t holding me up, I would’ve collapsed already.