Chapter 15
Smooth Operator
He shoves open the door, his eyes finding mine instantly. “Princess.” He pushes past his sister and pulls me into his arms, the scent of his expensive aftershave overwhelming me as my face is pressed into his crisp button-up.
“I’m going to give you kids some time to catch up.” Sloane pats me on the shoulder as she brushes past us.
I eye her like “don’t leave me alone with him right now,” but she just smirks at me and slips out the door.
Asher strokes his fingers delicately down my arm, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake. “I thought we said no more running.” His large frame crowds me.
I back up till I hit the cold tile wall, my heart hammering in a way I really don’t want it to right now.
Why do I turn to a pile of mush when he’s near?
Part of me still wants to slip from his grasp and run until my legs won’t let me anymore.
It feels safer than having to deal with the real stuff.
I tip my head up defiantly. “I wasn’t running, I was getting some air, alone.
There’s a difference, Asher. I should be allowed time alone when I’m feeling like I can’t breathe. That is normal.”
His gaze runs over my face, a distance to him.
“Feels like you’re running from me.” His fingers stop at my chin, cupping my face lovingly.
There is no escaping them, there is always one of them with me.
One of them wants something from me. His other hand runs into the back of my hair, his fingers digging in savagely as he tilts my head back more roughly than I was expecting him to, positioning me just the way he wants me. At his mercy.
My breathing becomes more ragged, not sure what he’s about to do. He’s sexy like this but also kind of terrifying.
Without warning, he claims my mouth with his, kissing me roughly.
My head goes all foggy. This is what they do to me. I can’t think straight around them. As he ravishes my mouth, his hands slip under my ass, and he picks me up, pushing me onto the countertop, shoving his hips in between my legs so they’re forced out wide.
“You need a better random place you’ve been fucked story,” he mutters into my lips.
I blink up at him. Oh my God. I can’t help but grin back at him as I shake my head.
Of course that’s what he took away from the stupid questionnaire.
“My story is just fine. Besides, I didn’t give you any details.
Maybe it was hot as hell and you could never top it.
” My smirk twists, trying to get a rise out of him for even bringing it up.
His eyes narrow, heat radiating off him, and I’m not sure if it’s out of anger or lust. “And I didn’t ask for details, but I know I can fuck you better than he did.”
I place a hand on his chest, trying to get some distance so I can breathe. “Are you jealous, Asher?”
His fingers trace the inside of my thigh all the way up to my panties as he laughs darkly.
I suck in a shaky breath, my heart kicking up a beat.
His lips twist as he strokes between my legs over my silk panties.
“I have nothing to be jealous over. Not when you’re this hot for me and I haven’t done anything yet.
” He inhales deeply, his eyes darkening even further.
He shoves my panties to the side, his eyes locking onto mine as he holds them there, my pussy exposed to the cool air.
“What are you waiting for?” I whimper. My body is lit up all over, my nipples pebbling hard against the soft fabric of my bra, my pussy dripping wet, begging for him to do his worst.
“To see that look on your pretty face.”
I blink back at him. “What look?” I whisper, moving my hips, trying to get him to touch me.
His eyes narrow in on mine, making my pussy throb. “That look that tells me you’re so desperate for me, you will let me do anything I want to your perfect little body.”
My heart pounds harder, threatening to beat right out of my chest. “Fuck, Ash, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”
“Why, because it’s true? Your body never lies to me, little princess. You can hide your feelings when it all gets too real all you want, but I know the truth.” He pushes two thick fingers deep inside me, and I cry out, my voice echoing off the tile walls.
I cover my mouth to hide the moan, but it’s too late.
His grin widens, all charming and playful, and Ash, he’s so damn gorgeous like this. “Let me see, how would my princess like to be fucked?” He pumps his fingers in and out of me, his eyes never leaving mine for a second.
I want to shy away, tell him we can’t, not here in Sloane’s new club’s bathroom, but I can’t. He’s sucking me into his overwhelming vortex, and I’m frozen, heat throbbing through me as his skilled fingers toy with me.
“Do I fuck you just like this, gripping onto your hips as I fill you over and over again and let your sweet cries vibrate off the walls? So anyone out there knows who you belong to?”
I nod. “Yes.”
His eyes gleam with menace, and he leans his head in to suck on my neck so roughly I know it’s going to mark. “Or do I turn you around and fuck your tight little asshole like he did.”
Goosebumps skate over my skin from his dirty words, but also because how does he know? There is no way Jagger told him what we got up to. No way in hell.
But I can tell the cheeky bastard does, and he wanted me to know it too. His hand snakes up my chest, and I think he’s going to grab my breasts, but instead, he presses his palm to my heart. “Yeah, that’s the one that gets my girl’s heart racing. You like it dirty, don’t you?”
“Asher,” I mutter his name in warning, but it’s already too late. He’s right, he knows how to read my body like he’s been studying the manual for years, and that’s exactly what I want. Screwing hard and dirty I can handle way better than admitting my feelings to any of them.
In one move, he pulls me from the counter and spins me around, bent over to face the mirror. He shoves my short skirt up and pulls my panties down so my ass is bare. Then his hand claps down over my cheek, the slapping sound echoing off the walls.
“Ash.” My face flushes as I lock eyes with him in the mirror. My head spins, but in the best way possible; I’m lust drunk on him. The way he watches me, the way he talks to me, the way his body handles mine, it’s intoxicating. And I want more.
“Yeah, that’s the one, hard and dirty. Tell me I’m wrong.” His cruel smile twists, showing me another side to him. One I could get used to.
A tingle goes all through me, and I’m not sure I can say anything.
He leans over my body, his lips brushing against my earlobe ever so softly. “Tell me.”
“I want you to do dirty things to me,” I whisper, not even recognizing my own voice it sounds so desperate.
“I didn’t hear you, princess,” he sing-songs way too playfully. This is fun for him, toying with his prey before he devours it.
“Ash, stop teasing me and fuck me already.”
“If that’s what you want, princess.” With a dark chuckle, he spits into his hand then spreads the spit over my asshole.
The sensation forces another breathy moan from my lips, my pussy pulses as fresh arousal slips down my legs.
Then he pushes his finger inside me, his eyes locked with mine in the mirror the whole time.
He pumps it in a couple of times, then he adds a second.
“That’s it, my dirty girl, stretch for me so I can fuck your tight little hole until my name is vibrating off these walls and everyone out there knows who fucks you best.”
My pussy convulses, and I cry a whimper as I cum in a rush not even I was prepared for, liquid running down the inside of my thighs.
I catch sight of my reflection. I look wild, my hair a mess, my cheeks glowing pink, my eyes crazy.
And Asher looks like some sort of god sent to bring me back to life.
Asher pulls his fingers free, and I hear him unzipping the fly on his suit pants.
Today he’s not messing around like he normally does.
I watch in the mirror as he glides his fingers up the inside of my legs, scooping up my arousal before he slides the slippery juices over his cock.
The sight is so erotic I can hardly stand it.
His thick cock glistens under the low light. “Bend over, princess, ass back for me.”
I do as I’m told, the cool stone top of the counter a nice icy change as it hits my overheating skin. His eyes lock with mine. I look away from the mirror, not able to watch us anymore as he pushes inside me. He’s so damn intense like this.
“Eyes on me,” he demands, his voice low and sexy as all hell. His free hand comes to my chin, and he holds my face toward the mirror. “Look how beautiful you are at my mercy.” His voice is almost cruel.
I meet his eyes in the mirror, his strong body engulfing mine completely.
We look a mess together. A scorching, filthy, erotic mess.
My mouth falls open as he eases inside of me.
He’s so big, and I’m so tight. I fight my body’s urge to block him out.
I want this too much. I like it when Ash goes all savage on me, I knew he’s been holding back, and now this is the real him, and I’m all for it.
My body flashes with fresh heat. I grunt and groan as he moves inside me, creeping in further with every pump of his cock until I let him all the way in. It hurts as much as it feels like heaven, making me want more.
His lips drop to my neck, and he kisses me, nipping at my flesh like a vampire hungry for his next meal.
His hand travels up my front, cupping my breast through my T-shirt.
He’s so impossibly close to me. Moving in slow thrusts as he fills me.
I reach around behind him, my fingernails digging into his ass cheek as I hold on.
We’re so close, not just physically but in every way I feel connected to him. “Ash,” I whisper his name, wanting to tell him how I feel.
“Princess?” Sweat drips down his forehead. For a split second he stops moving, looking almost lost. And I can’t do it. I can’t be his savior from this life when it’s me who needs to be saved the most. I have to look after myself above all else, no matter how good this is.
My lips twist. “You fuck like a god. A gorgeous, dirty-talking sex god,” I say instead of telling him I love him. I’m screwed in the head. I know I am, but this is what it is. I was broken a long time ago, and it’s going to take more than a lecture from his sister to fix me.
He groans as he picks up the pace, my words clearly giving him the go-ahead to really fuck me. “You take it like my dirty little angel.” His hand reaches between my legs, finding my already super-sensitive clit.
It’s all too much for me to take, my body thrumming like crazy. My body clenches, my pussy pulsing as he tips me over the edge. I cry into the empty room. “Asher.” His name sounds like a sin.
With a stupid smirk on his lips, he jerks forward one last time, filling me with his cum, pumping in and out until he’s satisfied I’m full.
When he’s finished, his head lowers, his lips lightly sucking over my earlobe as our eyes meet in the mirror again.
“Now you can say you got fucked in the bathroom at a club and it was the best fucking screw of your life.”
I burst out laughing, not able to help it. “If the question ever comes up again, I’m sure I will.”
His teeth sink into my lobe. “Good little princess.”