Chapter 20
I ’m singing The Cure’s “Friday I’m in Love” even though it’s not Friday.
Thankfully, it’s in my head, but I woke up before dawn—after very little sleep—and suddenly it’s like I’m Robert Smith minus the makeup and wild hair.
Wynter is still asleep in my arms, and I’m terrified to move so much as a twitch of a muscle and wake her because what if that pops this magical bubble? I get it now.
The fairy tales.
I’m even man enough to admit it.
But I suppose my very male question is, what happens in those stories after the prince gives his woman the very prim and proper and frankly boring kiss?
Does he whisk her off to his castle and fuck her like mad?
Does he steal her away behind her awful stepparent’s estate and fuck her against the wall? How could he resist?
She’s finally his.
The prince or beast or thief, or whatever he is, had to have been thinking about her pussy nonstop. So it only makes sense that he’d slip down her sweet, naked body and move her hips so she’s fully supine, and then spread her thighs wide open. Right?
I mean, we are talking about the pussy of his dreams here.
“Asher?” My name is a question on the tail end of a moan when she feels what I’m doing.
“Were you expecting Prince Charming to be between your thighs?”
“I’ve always been partial to Flynn Ryder.”
I grin against her wet skin. “At your service. My niece Katy loves all things Disney, and we went on a princess-watching binge.”
Her hand slides beneath the covers, and she grips my hair in her fist. “But can a prince fuck me dirty like a villain can?”
Holy fuck. I’m legit in love. Like, no going back, this is it, she’s my forever, I’m eternally obsessed, in love. It doesn’t even hit me sideways or linger like a smile or a joke. It’s like, yeah, bro, we’ve known this shit since you first laid eyes on her, so it’s time you catch up.
“Oh, sweetheart. I’ve got the tongue and mind of a villain and the appearance and smile of a prince. I’m a freak in the sheets and a hot guy on the streets.”
She laughs, but I quickly cut that off when I shove my tongue straight into her wet cunt.
Her back arches and her grip tightens, but I love doing this.
I’m the first man, and I already know I will be the last to do this to her.
To make her come with my lips, tongue, and teeth.
Those fools. What kinds of men was she with before now?
How could anyone look at her, touch her, kiss her, and not want to make her scream out their name over and over again?
“Fuck my face, baby. Show me exactly what your pussy needs.”
“You’re very good at this,” she hums in appreciation, wiggling her hips, seeking more contact.
I rip the blanket back so I can breathe better and so I can see her pretty face and tits.
Her tits, man… they’re fucking sensational.
I slip my fingers inside her and give her a few good pumps, my eyes glued to hers.
“I’m good at everything I love doing. But fucking you all the ways I can until you come is my new favorite.
It’s the challenge I can’t help but want to keep winning. ”
“Always so competitive,” she moans as I flick her clit with my tongue while my fingers pump in and out of her.
Only having one good hand sucks. Because I really want to reach up and squeeze her tits right now.
Unfortunately, that’ll have to wait, but I’m not happy about it.
Her head falls back, her eyes closing, as I increase my pace until her head snaps up and she pulls my hair to make me stop. “Wait. What time is it?”
I laugh, ringing her entrance with my finger. “You on the clock?”
“Yes. I have patients this morning starting at eight. And Mason.”
I suck her clit into my mouth before releasing it with a wet kiss. “It’s early. A little before six. When Mason wakes up, both of our phones will ping with a notification from the camera app’s motion detector. Now shut up and enjoy the perks of being my woman.”
I dive back into her pussy, making out with her clit as my fingers thrust back in.
Her thighs squeeze my head, and I know she’s being extra cautious with my shoulder, but she’s still pressing down on it, and fuck, it does not feel good.
“Roll over and put your ass in the air. I want to eat you from behind.”
Worry strikes her features as her legs immediately remove themselves from me. “I’m sorry—”
I shake my head, cutting her off as I sit up and lean in to give her a dirty kiss, making her taste herself on my tongue. “I’m fine. On your hands and knees.”
Her hands cup my face, deepening the kiss, and then she’s moving, flipping over, her perfect fucking ass in the air, and I can’t stop myself from admiring it with my mouth and my hands.
“Asher, I want you inside me. Now.” Her head swivels over her shoulder, and that look in her eyes is my total undoing.
But I don’t want to fuck her on the bed, and I don’t want to fuck her on all fours.
We’ve done that. And we’ll do it again a thousand more times at least, but right now I want to keep exploring. I want to try something new with her.
Climbing off the bed, I snatch a condom out of my nightstand drawer and then take her hand. She gives me a curious look but doesn’t question me as I guide her to the sliding door that leads to the balcony off my bedroom. I unlock the door and then slide it open.
“What the hell?!” She tries to jerk her hand free of mine, only I grip it tighter and turn back to face her.
“Trust me?”
“I thought I did.”
I grin. “No one will see you. The walls are thick and high, and the building next to mine has no balconies. I want to fuck you as the sun rises over Boston.”
“You’re sure no one will see me?”
I cup her face in my hand and layer my lips with hers. “I’d never let that happen. I’d never risk your safety or comfort for anything.”
With a nervous nod, she lets me lead her out into the cool morning air.
Whispering kisses of light trickle along her pale skin, making her glow like a radiant angel.
Like an ethereal being, and I wrap my arms around her, tucking her chest against mine and then lowering us onto the chaise.
We’re surrounded by stone, tucked into an alcove of privacy, but we can both hear the sounds of the awakening city, ready to start its Monday.
I’d love to stand her up and fuck her as she stares down at the street, but maybe that’s a game to play at night.
I roll the condom on, and then she lowers herself onto me. But instead of having her sit up and ride me, I bring her back down against my chest, her legs pressed together between mine as she settles perfectly over my cock.
“It’ll be tight,” I warn, and then groan just thinking about it. My good hand slings around her chest, fondling one full breast. And then I sink inside of her. Thrusting up, I angle my hips skyward, shoving myself in deeper. It steals her breath and makes her nails dig into my thigh. “You okay?”
“Yes. Don’t stop. I love the feeling of being full of you.”
My eyes pinch shut, and I blow out an uneven breath before I shoot my load this second. Wynter Hathaway is nothing if not candid and unapologetically honest, and I don’t even think she realizes half the time just what a weapon that is, but fuck. It absolutely rips me apart time and time again.
“Then you better hold on because I’m going to fill you up so good, you’ll feel what my cock did to you every time you move today.”
My cock slides in, hitting her front wall with every fierce pound, rough as it meets resistance with our positions and keeps going.
Her whole body is hot against mine, and her nipples are hard, and her pussy is like fucking magic with how it chokes my cock.
My nose runs along her jaw, inhaling her sweet scent until I’m by her ear.
I press her deeper against my chest, my hips pistoning into her with all the strength I have in my thighs and ass. Her breathing is ragged, her hands gripping my thighs, and then I take the hand on her breast and slide it up and up until I’m wrapping my fingers around her neck.
“Tell me if this is too much.”
Her grip on my thighs is crushing, and I know I’m pushing her past her point of comfort.
I know I’ve taken control from her—something she thrives on—and am playing not just with that but with her ability to breathe.
It’s a lot. I’m fucking her outdoors, and I’m fucking her hard, and it’s tight, and now I have my hand on her neck.
One of her hands flees my thighs and goes for the one I have wrapped around her neck. I expect her to pull my fingers away. I expect her to shake her head and tell me it’s too much and that she’s not the type of girl who would be into that.
What I don’t expect is for her to cover my hand and squeeze, indicating that’s what she wants me to do. With a feral growl, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh just below her ear, and then I squeeze her throat as I continue to pound into her.
She makes a noise and then swallows. The feel of her throat constricting and her muscles working beneath my palm drives me mad. I’ve never done this before with a woman, and I tell her that. I tell her this is another first for us and that makes her moan and clench.
Sweat covers me from head to toe, my body buzzing with endorphins and adrenaline and whatever the hell else it can throw at me.
I never thought it was sexy to restrict breathing, and I’m not even sure why I’m doing it now with her other than it makes me feel like I’m collaring her.
Like it’s my ultimate form of possession and that if we can do this—trust each other with this—then we can do anything.
I’m her prince and her villain.
Her hero and her captor.