Chapter 27
A sher loves me. While the cynical, scarred side of me wants to dismiss that, the rest of me refuses.
Asher loves me and I believe him. I see it in his eyes and feel it in his every action.
I knew it today when we were in the pool and Mason called him dada.
I could continue to push back. I could continue to hold my ground and maintain my distance.
But why would I do that?
Why would I fight back when I have a man like Asher Reyes fighting for me?
I don’t want the scars of my past to mar my future any longer.
Asher is holding the back of my head, and I’m holding the back of his. Our foreheads are one, as are our lips. He still has my fun little toy pressed to my clit, and maybe this isn’t the time to say it with him doing that to me, but he deserves to know the truth—and he deserves to know it now.
With my eyes holding his, I swallow down my nerves and say, “I love you.”
He freezes, his entire body growing still. I don’t even think he’s breathing. Finally, he utters, “You mean that?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”
He tilts his head, and then stares down into the water between us. “Wait. Are you saying this to Asher Jr. or to me?”
I smile so big, I’m positive all my teeth are showing. “Asher Jr.?”
“The toy formerly known as Hemi.”
I can’t stop my giggle. “We’ll discuss his name later, but I’m saying it to you, you goof.”
“Oh good. I just wanted to make sure. But you interrupted all my plans for dirty play with your boring proclamations of love.”
I twist his nipple until he yelps, but then he grows serious, his gaze earnest.
“I love you.” He uses the hand in my hair to guide my mouth fully onto his.
“I love you,” he repeats. Then he’s kissing me with everything he’s got.
His tongue sweeps into my open mouth, and then he’s pressing the toy against my clit, moving it in circles, filling me with the most incredible vibrations that have my toes curling.
He shifts me, moving me around, then he’s pushing me down on his hard cock all the way to the hilt.
“Jesus,” I cry out, my head flinging back, my hand slapping down on the side of the tub. “Asher!”
This vibrator may be small, but he’s fucking mighty, and with that pulsing into my clit, and his cock filling every inch of me, it’s so much that I’m not sure how long I can hold off coming or if I’ll be quiet when I do. As it is, I can hardly catch my breath.
“I’m coming inside of you tonight, sweetheart,” he growls, his mouth by my ear, his breathing harsh and ragged. “You’re going to be dripping me all night, and then I’m going to fuck you again just to push it back inside of you where it belongs.”
God. Why is that so hot? I love it when he gets like this.
Like he has to own me, and claim me. It’s barbaric, but I crave it all the same.
I can’t even argue it. I got my IUD on Friday, and we haven’t tested it out yet.
All I can manage is a nod because I’m overcome with sensation.
With the heat building from my core. With the tingles racing up through me and electrifying my skin.
I’m rocking and bouncing and shifting and shaking.
“Asher… I’m…”
That’s all I’ve got before my orgasm slams into me with the power of a thousand suns.
I lose coordination, my body unable to do anything other than lean against his and ride it out, but he’s not satisfied with that.
No, he starts slamming up into me, pushing the toy in deeper, and intensifying what is already the most intense orgasm of my life.
I’m coming and coming and coming .
The vibrator clicks off, and my body sags, still trembling. Only that doesn’t last long. In my next breath he’s pulling me off him, and then somehow he’s standing, making me do the same on unsteady legs.
“What are you doing—” My words cut off with a screech when he picks me up and drops me over his good shoulder. “Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Not a chance.” He’s out of the tub and carrying me across the bathroom before he sets me down on the counter. It’s slippery, and we’re both soaking wet, but before I can get my bearings, he’s on his knees with my thighs around his head.
“Asher, I can’t!”
“You can,” he tells me, giving me a dirty lick from my ass up to my clit, where he then swirls his tongue around and around making me writhe and squirm. It’s so much. It’s too much. I’m sensitive from the warm water and the vibrator, and he knows it. In fact, I’m positive that’s why he’s doing it.
One hand catches his hair, the other on the counter so I don’t fall. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. That first orgasm nearly did me in, and now he’s doing this.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you. I need you. It’s too much.”
His tongue punches inside me swirling around, and my grip on his hair tightens.
He slips it out and then gives my pussy a long, wet French kiss before standing. With his gunmetal eyes locked on mine, he steps forward, wraps my legs around his waist, and grasps the back of my neck. Using that as leverage, he sits me up just as he slides himself back inside of me.
My lungs empty with a moan. It's beyond deep like this.
So close, so intimate, there's no distance between us.
No more games. No more pretending. All our cards are out on the table now.
It's just us, naked and raw and exposed in front of the other, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows it too.
For a moment he holds himself steady, letting me adjust to his size, and then he starts to slide out only to pump back in just as slowly.
He sets a grueling, mind-numbing pace, exquisite with how it feels.
Time stretches between us, the heat of his body fighting the cool bathroom air on my wet skin.
He latches our foreheads together and stares down at the space between us where our bodies are connected.
All the while maintaining this slower, leisurely pace.
A pace that’s spinning me up and driving me to the brink of madness.
I can hardly take it.
His cock glistens, coated in my arousal and cum, and with every thrust in, he arches up, driving deeper for that spot he knows makes me his.
His other hand comes up, playing with my tits, pinching and rolling my nipples, all the while he fucks me like we're not in any hurry, and he has all the time in the world.
Like we have a lifetime to do this, and he refuses to be rushed as he watches his wet cock being swallowed up by my pussy.
“I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he rasps, his voice like gravel.
The way he burns for me sets my skin on fire.
“Look at the way you suck me in. That's how hungry your body is for mine.” His head falls back, and he curses when I shift, angling myself to try and take more of him in. He doesn’t make it long before his molten gaze returns, unwilling to miss a second of this. “Do you want more? Can you take more?”
I give him a shaky nod, and then he starts to move his hips faster, angling up to drive himself all the way to the hilt causing a burst of pleasure to spike through me.
My hips roll forward like a wave, chasing this high, seeking every inch of him.
His face pinches up, and he bites into his bottom lip, his head falling back on a heavy, deep growl.
“Fuck. Do that again.”
I do, and the sound he makes causes my pussy to convulse and a moan to tear from my lungs. It's intoxicating to watch him like this. To watch him lose control, knowing it’s me who's owning him just the way he owns me.
“So fucking good. Your cunt is so fucking sweet and perfect. Hold on, sweetheart. I’m going to take us both on a ride.”
He doesn't stop, and he doesn't slow. He's tempered and even, but deep and grinding and powerful.
He starts to build and build, getting us closer.
Sweat replaces the water on his brow, and then he switches back on the vibrator and swirls it across my clit.
Grasping my ankle, he moves my foot up onto the counter, widening my position and opening me up fully to him.
His gaze turns liquid, fascinated and mesmerized by the movement of the toy on my clit, and his cock inside of me. The intensity has me crying out. The way the toy pulses into me as his large cock fills me from within is a new form of torture and heaven.
“I feel that too. Jesus Christ, Wynter. It’s like nothing else. It's both of us vibrating together.”
Something about that unhinges him, and he uses all his force to pump into me, his skin slapping mine now, his thrusts harder and harder.
I rip at his hair, my body on the verge of falling to pieces that I’m not sure I can be rebuilt from.
I’m trembling, shaking, panting, gasping, and moaning.
So loud I can hardly stand it all the while he's pounding into me, thrusting in deeper and harder, rubbing the toy faster with every swipe.
My pussy squeezes his cock, and it drives him wild. “Come for me, my queen. I can't hold off any longer. It's too much. It's all too much, and you feel too good.”
He doesn't even have to tell me. My body is already one step ahead of him, coiled tight like a spring, until I snap and explode.
I scream, falling forward, my cries muffled in his shoulder as he bellows out a sound I've never heard come from his lips.
My vision frays at the edges as a delicious, never-ending euphoria barrels through me.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck!” And then he’s shooting himself inside me, coming in me for the first time since the night we made Mason in the club bathroom.
I feel his cock throbbing with every jerk of his seizing body.
His teeth sink into my shoulder, clamping down, biting me, but his tongue is there to lick away the sting.
The toy shuts off, and I feel like I can finally catch my breath.
Little by little, his movements slow and then stop. He pulls his cock out of me, dragging a wince from both of us. His cum immediately starts to leak out of me, and he reaches down, playing with it, rubbing it over my pussy, and then shoving some of it back in.
“You weren’t kidding,” I remark.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever come inside of. Watching it leak out of you is gratifying in a very male way, but it also feels criminal. Come ’ere.” He sweeps his arm around my back, drawing me to his chest, and then he takes us both to the floor on the plush, white bathmat.
“There’s a bed in the other room, you know.”
“But doesn’t that feel like ten miles away right now?”
“It sort of does,” I agree.
Gathering me onto his chest, he holds me close, my body wrapped around his like a vine.
“That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. How does that happen?” His voice is bewildered. “How can each time with you be so different and yet better than the last?”
“You're asking me? You're the one with all the experience here.”
His fingers trace a pattern on my hip. “I've never had that type of experience before, Wynter. It's never been like this with anyone. Everything with you is a first. Everything is new. And it’s all remarkable because it’s with you.” A soft breath exhales from his lungs, though the sound is deep and resonating and maybe a bit regretful.
“You know what this means now that we're together, right? I said I love you, and you said it back. That means this isn't temporary.” He angles his head down, making sure to catch my eyes. Making sure I’m listening to his words and gathering their meaning.
“It means it isn't just for now. It's us, and it's forever.”
“Asher, we can't make that sort of promise with each other right now. We have no idea what the future will grant us. We have no idea what's headed our way. There's a real possibility this might not go the way we want it to go. We knew the risks when we started this. Those haven’t changed. If anything, they’ve grown now that we’re here.”
His expression turns fierce. Unrelenting. Determined.
“Do you think I'm gonna allow something to come between us? Do you think I'm gonna let anything—or anyone—keep me from the woman and son I love? Impossible.”
“What happens if you get traded? What happens if you have to move?”
“Then we figure it out, Wynter. In case you missed it, I’m a football player.
We don't quit, and we never give up, and we play for the win or nothing at all.
You're my win. Without you and Mason, there's nothing to play for. It's just emptiness. You’re both my endgame. Trust me that I’ll figure this all out for both of us.”
Trust. That’s never exactly been something I'm good at, but there's no sense in arguing about it now either. That will come later, I’m sure of it. But for now, I lie here in his arms, feeling safe, protected, loved, and it’s enough to make me never want to let go.