From the Ashes

10. Jade

Jade

Asher’s hand holds mine roughly as he leads me down the stairs. Roxie lives on the third floor of a nice apartment building, so we race down the stairs, stumbling like two fools over the steps.

We reach the bottom and I see a black, sleek motorcycle sitting in the first parking spot. It’s a Harley, with the logo painted on the gas tank. Asher drops my hand to walk to the side of it, and I’m struck.

“This is yours?” I ask dumbly as I watch him unlock a saddle bag and pull out a black helmet.

“It is.” He smirks, holding the helmet out for me to take. “For you.” I hesitantly take the helmet from him. Asher kicks his leg over and straddles the bike before it roars to life.

My mouth drops open at the utterly panty-ruining image in front of me. Asher’s arms are lit up by the sun as he revs the engine, twisting the handle. His arms are bare; the thin white T-shirt he’s wearing is clinging to him in the horrible summer heat that’s suffocating us already.

“Come here, baby,” Asher calls over the roar of the engine, curling his finger at me in a come-hither motion. Stumbling forward until I’m standing right in front of him, I’m awestruck at the gorgeous man in front of me. He puts the helmet on my head, tightening the chin strap before kissing my chin. “There. All nice and safe,” he says softly. Our eyes meet and I get lost in the adoration I find in those big blue eyes. He kisses my lips gently and flips the visor down. “Hop on.”

Thankful I’m wearing shorts, I throw a leg over the bike and hold onto his waist.

“Oh no, baby,” Asher chuckles. He yanks my arms, and I fall forward. My thighs bracket his hips, my pussy pressed against his waist and my chest against his back. “That’s better.” He yells and holds my bent knees against him.

Asher revs the engine again and walks us backward to get out of the parking spot. Then he looks at me over his shoulder with a devilish grin and says, “Hold on tight, Jade. I want to feel you against me.”

My jaw drops behind my helmet and he winks before we take off with a jolt. I grip onto Asher so tightly I feel like I’m a backpack.

With every bump, I’m jostled impossibly closer to him. With every turn, my chest presses against him tighter.

I don’t know Carver super well, but I certainly didn’t know it still had cobblestone streets in some neighborhoods. When Asher turns onto a street lined with stones, we bump along. It’s then that I’m reminded just how spread I am around him.

The first few minutes are a shock, but then things start feeling… good. Really good . With Asher’s scent filling my nose, his torso free for me to explore, the constant bump, bump, bump, rub, rub, rub, against my clit… I’m starting to feel intense. Asher arches his back slightly so there’s more constant pressure, and his arm curls around my leg that’s squeezing him to keep me from moving.

Moaning, I hope he doesn’t hear me as I start to surrender to the sensations taking over me. I know I’m not that quiet, even over the engine and the wind. My panties are drenched to the point where I’m a little worried he can feel it through my shorts.

Just as I’m about to explode from pleasure, Asher turns one more time, and I groan when the cobblestone streets turn to smooth asphalt. I open my eyes—I don’t know when I closed them—and recognize where we are.

We’re almost at his place.

Asher takes my hand in his and slides it from where I had it resting on his pec, slowly down his abs and lower to the soft fabric of his shorts.

He’s hard. Really fucking hard.

He squeezes my hand around his cock and beneath my other hand, which is still on his stomach, I can feel him shiver.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t think I’d ever want sex after what happened to me. I was worried I’d always be fearful, but with Asher… With Asher, I want him. I want him to show me how good it can be.

I want him to use this big, hard cock on me and show me what sex is supposed to be like.

Asher turns into a parking spot and cuts the engine, putting down the kickstand abruptly. He pulls the keys out and gets off in one smooth motion. Without missing a beat, he turns to me and unbuckles the helmet, slipping it off my head. The way he’s looking at me… it’s desperate and possessive, predatory and needy. Apparently that ride was just as fucking arousing for him as it was for me.

His tongue slips out, wetting his lower lip before he bites it. I can feel the heat of his gaze as it roams my body, stopping where my thighs are still spread over the back of the bike.

Asher leans in closer, pinning me within his bulging arms.

“Did you like the ride?” he whispers before barely kissing my lips. “I know I did.”

“It ended too soon,” I whisper breathlessly.

“That was just a teaser, darlin’.” His slight accent that only really comes out when he’s turned on… it gets me. I gasp as his hand slips between my legs and trails higher and higher. “I want you hot and ready, but I want to be there for the main event,” Asher husks.

“Main event?” My mind is swimming in arousal; nothing makes any sense except for his hand on my leg. That, and the very needy question of how to get him to touch me. To spread me and take me right here.

Asher smirks and picks me up, crushing me to his chest. His arm goes under my ass to hold me up and the other presses against my back. Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, I look down at him.

“Let me show you.”

* * *

Asher carries me up to his apartment, our lips locked together the whole time. I’m pulling at his hair, desperate for more of his touch. He’s deepening the kisses and I let him, content and excited to follow him.

The whole time I was home, we talked every day. We messaged, sent funny pictures, memes;, whatever we could to keep the conversation going. But the one thing we never talked about was sex. I know without a doubt if we had discussed sex, that would have led to a conversation about that night, and it takes all of my energy to not think about that night at any given moment. I don’t want to give it any power over me, or any more than it’s already taken.

I felt so out of control that night. So… taken advantage of. So used.

I never want to feel like that again.

Asher backs us up to his door, only setting me down when he has to. My body slides against his in a slow, torturous drag. The space between us feels unbearable, but he needs to unlock the door. His fingers fumble with the keys, his breathing uneven; cheeks tinged with a soft pink which only makes the heat in his glossy eyes more devastating. He wants this, wants me, and the way his hands shake just slightly tells me he’s barely holding himself together. Sneaking a peek down at his shorts, it’s very obvious he wants more.

I slip between him and the door and lift up on my tiptoes to kiss his neck. I bite, lick, and suck at his pulse point, absolutely fucking relishing the noises he makes. Asher groans and wraps an arm around my waist, drawing me closer as he tries to unlock his door with the other.

“Baby, baby. I need to open the door,” he whispers-groans.

“So, open the door,” I whine, nipping his collarbone. Asher grunts and I can feel the struggle it is for him to open his eyes and actually focus on getting us inside. The lock clicks and he all but kicks the door in.

“Fucking finally.” He ushers me inside, kissing my lips roughly before turning around and locking the door behind us.

“Asher,” I moan. I’m dripping, both from sweat and from my pussy, desperate for him. For some relief.

When I say that night was my first time, it was my first everything . I’ve kissed a guy before, but that’s it. Any sort of physical pleasure has come from my own hand. As Asher turns to look at me, a predatory look crossing his face that promises to eat me alive, it hits me that I have no real idea what I’m doing.

And he’s going to know it.

“I’ve got you, darlin’.” Asher brushes my cheek tenderly, as if he’s reading my mind. “I want to know something before we go any further, though.”

I swallow harshly. “Yeah?”

“I need you to understand that if you get uncomfortable in any, any way, you will tell me.” His other hand cups my cheek, cradling my face in his hands. “You’re too important to me. I don’t want to cause you any kind of pain. I need you to promise me that if you get uncomfortable in any way, or if something hurts, you will tell me immediately.” His other hand comes up so that he’s now holding my face gently. “No second guessing yourself. No questioning if you’re going to hurt my feelings or upset me. No thinking you’re asking too much.” His words are stern, but I sense nothing but sincerity. “You’re too important to me. I don’t want to cause you any kind of pain,” he insists.

My heart swells at his words and I put my hands on his kind heart. “I will,” I whisper.

“You promise?”

“Promise.” I bite my lip. “But I do have something I want to clarify before we…”

Asher drops his hands to my shoulders, his thumb grazing my pulse point. “Okay.”

I clear my throat before revealing, “I haven’t done this before… like any of it. Unless you count that night.” Biting the inside of my cheek, I look down in a mix of shame and hesitation. I know I shouldn’t feel guilty, but I do.

Asher shakes his head and insists, “I don’t.” He tips my chin up with a crooked finger. “That should have been your choice. It should have been something you gave to someone, not something that was taken. I am so sorry that it was.” He kisses my lips softly, sweetly, lovingly. “I am not pressuring you at all. If all you want to do is make out on the couch, I’m totally more than happy with that. We go at your pace, Jade. Yours .”

I surge forward, taking his lips in mine in a dominating kiss with a ferocity I didn’t know I had. I want him. Asher Lee. My knight in shining armor, my protector. I want him . I jump up, trusting him to catch me—which of course he does—and I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his head back slightly to deepen our kiss.

His hands grab the globes of my ass to keep me up and walks us back toward his room. A place I’m familiar with. A bed wrapped in his scent that I’ve missed.

Asher pulls away abruptly, looking me in the eye to make sure he’s not misreading my cues. “Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly.

“So fucking sure,” I reply breathlessly, grinding myself against his stomach to prove it.

“But—” he starts to say, but I cut him off with a devouring kiss.

“I want you, Asher. I choose you.”

At my words, his eyes widen, and he nods before that feral smirk crawls back onto his face. Anticipation licks up my spine as he drops me onto his bed. I resist the urge to climb under his covers and breathe his scent in. It’s comforting and addicting. I wore his stolen shirt every day until it lost its manly smell, replaced with my own.

He reaches behind his neck and yanks his shirt over his head, showing me his bare chest for the first time. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. He’s not shredded, but it’s definitely obvious he takes care of himself. Asher’s skin is, unsurprisingly, completely covered in tattoos. There are small blank spots here and there, but there’s a piece of art covering the majority. He’s like a walking gallery; the pieces are etched into his skin, making him even more eye-catching.

My eyes slide down his body until they get to his Adonis belt, the V-cut going down into his shorts and I feel my cheeks go red. My eyes snap back to his face, blushing because I know that he knows I was looking. Looking is too nice of a word. I am ogling; openly checking him out like a piece of fine meat and I’m a hungry animal.

But Asher’s smiling and, if I’m not wrong, puffing out his chest a little; like he’s proud I’m reacting so openly to his body.

“Like what you see, darlin’?”

I gulp, nodding. I don’t trust my voice to answer. It’ll crack or squeak or something equally embarrassing.

“Don’t worry,” he drawls as he leans over me, overwhelming my senses with all things Asher . “I’ll be gentle.”

His confident look is suddenly replaced with one that shows me he is just as nervous as I am. Why, I’m not sure. I cup his jaw, looking deep into his blue eyes.

“I trust you,” I whisper against his lips, and he sighs in relief. Pushing forward, he takes my lips in a heated, deep kiss that makes me see stars. Asher is… Well, he is unlike anyone I’ve kissed before. Not that there is a big pool of people to pull knowledge from. I seriously doubt, though, that anyone could compare to him.

No one could compare to him.

Asher slips his hands up my sides underneath the loose material of my shirt. The sensation makes me jump slightly.

And he freezes.

“No, no, keep going,” I beg.

“Are you sure?” he whispers against my lips. I’m going to fucking die from embarrassment. Or from the frustration of not being able to control my own body.

“So sure.” I wrap my arms around Asher’s neck and pull him to me, fusing our lips together. Hopefully he gets the hint. “Please,” I whisper.

His hands move higher, slower this time; more intentional and softer somehow. His fingers trace along the underside of my sports bra and he pushes up slightly, giving me time to stop him.

I raise my arms.

Asher bites his lip and pulls my shirt and bra off together, so we’re both shirtless. Instead of laying further onto me like I thought he would, he moves back, rising from the bed fully to look at me. Asher looks long enough for me to start fidgeting and want to cover up, but his hands snake out to hold mine down. Lacing our fingers together over my head, he kisses me roughly before standing back up.

“You’re beautiful. Fucking stunning . Don’t cover up an inch, baby, I want to see it all.”

My cheeks heat at his words yet I melt into his hold. His eyes darken to a navy-blue as he notices and grins. Ducking his head, he hovers over my breast and makes sure to keep eye contact with me as he licks my nipple sensually and blows on it. He actually blows on my wet nipple, making it instantly pebble.

When my body responds to him, he chuckles darkly, and I groan. That sound. Fuck, his voice. My eyes close and I clench my thighs together as much as I can with Asher between them.

“Need some help down there too, baby?”

I nod and a little whine escapes my throat.

“I can help you, darlin’. Just lay back.” Asher moves to stand up straight again but drags his hands this time until they both cover my breasts, squeezing as he moves over them. I close my eyes, basking in the lust and desire blooming between us. I just want to feel . I don’t want to get caught up in thinking and worrying, comparing or feeling insecure. I want Asher to have sex with me because he wants me, and I want him. I want him to make me feel good. I want him to erase the feeling of that other man’s hands on me.

I want him to be my first .

His fingers slide over my soft stomach and dip below my athletic shorts. I can hear Asher’s quick, quiet breaths as he tugs them down. As my thong and shorts slip down in one smooth motion, I squeeze my eyes closed.

I’m completely naked in front of this hunk of a man. I’m willingly naked in front of a man for the first time and I’m desperate for him to like the view.

“Fuck, Jade,” Asher growls. I hear his shorts being tossed aside before I feel his hands very quickly return to my skin. He softly massages me, starting at my calves. Bringing up my legs so my ankles rest on his shoulders, he rubs my tight muscles. When he’s satisfied that my calves have been shown enough attention, he slips up higher to my thighs and gives them the same love.

My thighs slowly relax and open when Asher sets them down on either side of his hips.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. The way he asks doesn’t take me out of the moment at all. His voice is husky and deep, and when I crack an eye open, I see how affected he is by me. I can see what I do to him.

His hands move over my skin with slow, deliberate pressure; fingers flexing, gripping, soothing—though the heat rolling off him tells me he’s anything but calm. Every stroke sends a shiver through me; a silent battle between control and need plays out in the way his forearms tense, muscles shifting beneath his skin. His stomach tightens with his fight to keep from thrusting forwards. And his shorts… Well, they’re very tight on him now.

“Yes. Just… so much yes.” The words sound breathless as they leave my lips and I’m not the least bit embarrassed about it.

“Good.” Asher nods, stepping back and pulling his shorts off. “Condom?”

My head tilts to the side, in confusion. And he catches it. He always does.

“I’ve always worn condoms, but it’s your call, darlin’.”

“Always?” I ask, tipping my head to the side.

“Always.” He steps back and goes to his side table to pull one out. Holding it up, the black and gold of the packaging catches the light.

“Put it back,” I demand, surprised by the strength in my tone.

His eyes snap to mine and his expression reflects how shocked he is. “What?”

“Fuck me bare, Asher,” I beg, sitting up and holding his biceps tightly. “I have the implant, so we don’t have to worry about that. I’m clean… are you?” I’d made sure to go to the doctor when I got home. I wanted absolutely no surprises after the worst night of my life.

“Yes.” He looks torn, holding the condom in his hand with confusion. Like he desperately wants what I’m offering but doesn’t know if he should take it.

“Only if you want to.” I slide my hands down to his and kiss his chest. “But I want to give that to you. Just like you’re giving my first time to me.”

Asher nods, throwing the package to the side and cradling my face in between his hands.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans against my lips. “It made me nearly come right here, just thinking about entering you without a glove.” His hips stutter forward and his cock bobs. “But first…” He bites his lip and gently pushes me back until I’m flat against his bed again. “First, I want to feel you on my fingers.”

With little warning, Asher pushes his index finger into my mouth and growls, “Get it wet.”

I swirl my tongue around his digit, sucking and pulling at it while I watch him. Asher shudders and with his other hand, he reaches down to hold onto the base of his cock tightly.

“Damn, Jade.” He’s breathless, and my skin blazes with desire. “I didn’t think you’d suck it like it was my cock. I’m going to need your mouth on me later, okay?” He nods at me, breathing heavily like I am, and pulls his finger out of my mouth. I nod back to him, staring at him through my eyelashes.

“Good girl.”

Good girl. That phrase sends me off. I can feel myself get wetter at his words. Fuck me.

Asher smirks, clearly seeing the impact of his words. “You like that, do you? You want to be my good girl?”

“Yes,” I whine. I don’t moan or sigh. It’s a full-fledged whine that comes out of my mouth and I’m surprised, myself.

“I like that sound, baby.” Asher slides the finger I just had in my mouth down my body, sliding over my belly and my mound until he effortlessly finds my clit. The first touch is a shock, but then… then it’s euphoric. He’s gentle but firm as he circles my bundle of nerves a few times. My eyes roll back, and I surrender just as Asher dips his finger into my center.

“You’re so wet, darlin’. So fucking wet.” The way he’s speaking… Fucking hell . There’s a rough edge to his voice, desperate and hoarse, making every syllable feel heavier, more intimate. It doesn’t matter what he says—it's the way he says it, the way his tone curls around the words, dripping with restraint and something far more dangerous.

Something I can’t wait to discover.

Pumping his finger in and out a few times, I can hear my wetness and almost move so that sound isn’t filling my ears. But just as I’m about to, Asher groans and pulls his finger out roughly before plunging it into his mouth.

My gaze is locked on him as my eyes widen. I watch with rapture as his eyes roll back in pleasure. “You’re so sweet, baby,” Asher moans. “So sweet and so tight. We’re going to have to stretch you out before I can fuck you.”

“Please fuck me,” I moan. I want to feel him completely inside me. I want to know what his beautiful cock feels like inside my cunt. His dick is thick, veiny, and curves slightly—like it would hit all those secret spots inside me I don’t even know I have yet. “I can take it,” I insist.

“I know you can. And you will.” He presses his finger into me again without warning and I jump, but this time, it’s from pleasure. Asher adds a second finger, and I feel the stretch. He pumps into me a few times before twisting and curling them, making me gush.

“Oh god,” I cry out.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax. I’ve got you,” he croons deeply.

“Daddy,” I whisper, breathing deeply as my orgasm quickly approaches. The word slips from my lips so easily, so quietly, that I do my best to forget it happened. My heart beats faster as a flush of embarrassment makes my cheeks and chest burn. Fuck, maybe if I don’t bring attention to it, he won’t say anything about it. The way his fingers are playing me leaves me with no choice but to come. Even embarrassment can’t deter my body from trying desperately to reach its peak.

“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me,” he whispers, moving his fingers in the same exact curling motion but faster. “Another one,” he growls, and I feel a stretch just before my orgasm explodes through me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Asher!” I moan loudly.

“No, baby girl, call me that again.” He moves his hand faster, wringing every last moment of pleasure from my body. “Call me Daddy.”

“Daddy! Daddy! Please!” I scream as I come hard, and I feel a wet spot forming under my ass.

“Jade, oh, baby…” Asher pulls his fingers out quickly, dipping his head down and licking me from clit to ass, cleaning my cum up and making me wet all over again. He sits up, pulling me to him by my head and kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and, strangely, it doesn’t bother me.

I find it really fucking hot, actually.

He leans away, looking as needy and desperate as I feel. Pulling my hair, Asher turns my face up to his and holds it in one hand. I was expecting him to not be into it, to not like being called Daddy, but his expression tells me he is very into it.

“I’m going to be as gentle as I can. Tell me to stop and I will. But fuck, you’ve gotten me so riled up I have to feel you. Daddy has to feel you, baby, okay?”

Hearing him talk this way… I feel the intense heat in my cunt again, and it’s only getting warmer. Almost painful with need.

“Okay,”

“Say ‘okay Daddy,’” he demands.

“Okay, Daddy,” I parrot and his head tips back with a moan.

“You’re fucking perfect. Goddamn made for me.” Laying me back, he helps me slide up higher so my legs are on the bed. Wasting no time, I let them fall apart to show him how wet I am, and I’m rewarded with a growl.

Asher slides between my legs, letting me feel every inch of him against me. His hardness is trapped against my slit.

I’m nervous, but so ready.

With one hand, Asher reaches between us and notches his head against my entrance. With the other, he holds my hands above my head.

“Ready?”

I nod.

Asher slides in slowly, so slowly. At first the sting wasn't bad. It’s just like it felt with his fingers… and then he keeps sliding in. It’s never ending. The pressure is intense, and the sting worsens, but it’s manageable. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to whimper with discomfort.

“You’re unbelievable, baby. So tight for Daddy. So good. Fuck, I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last in your sweet cunt,” Asher groans, nibbling my earlobe as his words make me even wetter and keep me open for him. “Almost there, baby girl. You almost have all of it.”

“Ugh,” I whine, groaning just a bit from the pressure.

Asher keeps pushing in until I feel him pause. “There you go, darlin’. You did it.” The way he says it makes me proud. I like the praise.

Correction: I like his praise.

“Daddy,” I whine again, unable to control my tone anymore. Not when I’m this far gone.

“Give me a minute,” he growls. “I need to… You feel so good… I can’t…”

He sounds tortured, so I let him do what he needs to. Slipping both of my hands up his back, I drag them back down, scratching slightly with my nails. He moans.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Move,” I insist.

“Bossy, baby girl.” He bites my lip in punishment but does what I ask and finally moves.

Holy fucking hell. I thought his fingers felt good. His cock… his cock is even better.

“Asher,” I groan, but he tsk tsk tsk ’s with his tongue.

“Call me Daddy, do it. Call me Daddy.” His motions speed up as he grabs my hair and pushes my head to the side so he can suck on my neck. Goddamn it, he feels so good.

“Daddy…”

“Yes, baby girl. That’s it,” he moans darkly in my ear, making my toes curl. I’ve always kind of fantasized about calling someone Daddy, but I’m amazed at how effortlessly it left my lips with him.

Because he takes care of me; he has since the moment he met me.

Asher bites my neck, hard enough to send a zing of pain down my body, but not enough to truly hurt. His hands are all over me, and his touch is heavy. I feel his fingers gripping my skin in such a way that it leaves me breathless. His cock drags out of my pussy, and I immediately try to chase after it. I want more. I want him, all of him.

“You’re going to come for me again, baby girl,” he growls, kissing from my ear along my jaw, before he takes my lips in a passionate kiss.

“I don’t know, I can’t,” I whimper, my words laced with the whining I know he likes.

“You can,” he challenges, changing his motion from thrusting to grinding. And oh my god, I’m breathless. I’m desperate. I need to come. I need to come . The way his pubic bone rubs against my clit with each thrust is forcing me higher and higher.

“Daddy, fuck, Daddy!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around his head. I hold him to me tightly as I’m fucking thrown off the ledge into an ocean of pleasure.

“Oh FUCK!” Asher growls roughly, his hips pistoning into me as I come. I’m lost as my body turns to jelly while he fucks me senseless until he finds his own peak. I hope he comes in me, I really fucking hope he does.

I drag my fingernails down his shoulders and his hips stutter. He pumps into me one more time before his whole body goes rigid, and he pulls out of me so fast I don’t realize it until his cum hits my belly.

“Jade, fuuuuck. Baby girl, goddamn it,” he mutters as he jerks off over me until the ropes of cum stop and his head drops back in relief.

“Oh my god,” I sigh. My eyes flutter closed and, breathing deeply, I feel truly relaxed for the first time in… I don’t even know. It’s like I’m floating, like I’m truly weightless and able to just be.

Asher’s breathing is as heavy as mine and he climbs off me. Feeling the bed shift, I know I should get up, but I’m just too comfortable. I don’t care that his jizz is drying on me; in fact, I kind of like it.

Sighing contentedly, I hear the toilet flush before the bed dips again. When I crack open an eye to see where he is, I’m met with the softest smile on his handsome face. A warm washcloth covers my stomach while he cleans me up. His touch is so different as he moves me back and forth to make sure I’m clean.

“Jade?” he asks softly and I nod. “Are you okay? Was I… Was it…”

“Perfect? Everything I’d imagined?” I reply, unable to keep myself from beaming at him. “Yes. Yes to both.”

He sighs in relief and his head drops down. “Thank god. I was worried when you didn’t move…”

“I was just enjoying the afterglow, that’s all. You should come join me,” I smile, moving up to cup his cheek lovingly.

“You won’t hog the covers while we take a quick nap?” Asher teases, already climbing into bed naked.

“No promises.” Cuddling into his chest, I breathe him in. Content and safe for the first time since I was in his arms last.