11. Asher
11
ASHER
D o. Not. Follow.
Fuck!
My heart is racing as I watch her walk out of the living room and toward the bedrooms. My mind only thinking about Viv, naked under the spray of the shower. My mind literally won’t go to any other thought, and my feet seem to only be guided by that one thing as I glide down the hallway.
Don’t do this, you dumb motherfucker.
My body isn’t listening to any rational thoughts when I see her bedroom door has been left wide open.
I stand outside the open door, focusing on the fucking bathroom door that’s cracked open.
Don’t do it.
She wasted no fucking time going right back to Sawyer’s mouth today. Maybe I completely underestimated her. Maybe she is just a chick who wants to fuck and be fucked. I thought she was this fragile being that couldn’t handle that.
But then why the fuck did she fall for me?
Was that all an illusion? The talking and fucking ruined what could have just been a nearly perfect sexual arrangement?
Fuck, this is making my head hurt and my dick no less hard. My body was still on full alert after our make out session last night. I tried to forget about her on my lap, my hands on her ass, and my lips fucking everywhere. I forced myself to get out of bed, and then when I heard Baz playing, I decided I’d help get him ready for the day.
That’s something I missed doing. It’s fun to let him pick out what he wants to wear and ask him what he wants to do during the day. But for whatever reason, the very last thing I thought we’d walk in on when we went to find his mom was my ex-best friend’s hands and lips all over her.
His mouth over the blotchy purple marks I fucking left there.
My fists flex, and my body is wound up in every way.
“Fuck it.” I walk over the threshold of her bedroom and close the door behind me before walking to the bathroom, pushing the door open.
Why can’t I just stay completely away from her?
She doesn’t jump when I walk in the bathroom and then close the door behind me, pushing in the lock. She just glances at me over her bare shoulder as she stands in the spray of the large black shower head. The entire shower stall is encased in clear glass, showing me everything.
Her body faces toward the spray, letting it run down her front, showing me the curve of her hips and that firm ass. Her face turns away from me, letting the water fall over her face before she turns, raising her hands to her hair as the water runs through it.
Her tits are perfect. Too perfect. Full with nipples that are pebbled and calling to me.
I stand frozen by the door, trying like hell to talk some sense into myself as she lathers shampoo in her hands and works it in her hair, letting the suds wash over her naked body. A body I know well.
A body mine misses.
I want to touch her.
She watches me as she rinses off, but she doesn’t say anything. My eyes are glued to her movements as she grabs a purple poufy thing, applying some girly pink shit to it and lathering it up, washing her entire body slowly. She bends down, washing her feet and calves, her hands moving up to her thighs, caressing between them, slowly stripping away my willpower with each caress.
She slides over her flat stomach and up to her breasts, and I can’t take it anymore, letting out a low groan as I watch the water rain over her body, washing the bubbles away. I grab the collar of my shirt behind my neck, yanking it off and letting it drop to the floor.
She pauses now, watching me as I kick my shoes and socks off before unbuttoning my jeans. She’s already gnawing on that fucking puffy bottom lip of hers.
Be smart Asher.
I push my jeans down with my briefs, kicking them away, but not moving away from the door. She looks over at me curiously but still doesn’t say a word as we stand locked in a naked standoff with my cock standing at full attention.
I can’t touch her.
That’s too dangerous.
My voice is full of gravel, and my body stays deadly still. She watches me, also completely unmoving.
But she breaks first, pushing the glass door open so I can hear her. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
A slow shake of my head answers her. “You said you can finish yourself.” Her eyes widen slightly, but I don’t falter. “So, do it.”
I notice the tremor in her hands and the rise and fall of her tits as she takes a deep breath. “We’re back to the no touching?”
I nod my head, unable to remove my eyes from her body, imploring her to touch herself while I watch.
Her voice is raspy. “At least join me.”
I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. The shower stall is large, but it’s not that fucking large. I don’t argue with her request and walk to the shower, walking through the door and pulling it closed behind me, standing a foot away from her naked, wet body.
I can feel my hands twitching at my side as they fight to reach out for her, but I don’t give in. I nod to the built-in bench seat in the shower. “Sit.”
She gulps at my command but follows my direction as she takes a seat facing me, and I turn away from her letting the water run over my face, trying to keep my wits about me. I let my palm rest on the shower wall leaning my head forward and fighting every impulse I have to rush over to her, lift her up, and fuck the hell out of her.
“Asher.” I hear the whisper and turn to see her on the bench, her back against the glass with her legs spread only a little bit. Her hands move over her breasts and up to her neck.
“Hands to ourselves.” My voice has an edge to it, demanding she follow the rules.
She nods her head as one hand drops from her neck and over her right breast. My cock jumps as I watch her pinch her nipple between her thumb and finger, her head tilting back and further exposing the marks from my mouth on her neck.
“Christ,” I gasp as her head leans down again, her eyes trained on my cock.
“You aren’t moving your hand.”
I’m so fucking hard I couldn’t stop myself now if I tried. I have only one goal now and that’s getting off. I grab the body wash and pour some into my hand, rubbing them together as she watches me.
I start at my chest, lathering up, transfixed on her as she watches me, her hand sliding over her stomach, biting her bottom lip.
I fist my cock, seeing her hand disappear between her thighs and sliding down. “Are you wet for me, Viv?”
“Mmmm . . . yes.” Her head nods once before she lets her head fall back, her fingers working over her clit. I slide my hand over the length of my cock, utterly fascinated by the sight of her on the bench, her legs parting further.
I watch as she brings her free hand to her breast, squeezing and getting lost in the ecstasy of it all. My own body tenses with the buildup, her soft whimpers and moans already threatening me over the edge.
I want to finish inside of her. It takes everything inside me to keep my feet planted where I stand under the water as my hand continues to jerk my cock swiftly, just needing this to end.
Needing the burst of pleasure only she can create inside me but knowing that she also causes me more pain than anyone else.
She brings one leg up on the bench, giving me a far better view and pulling a deep groan from me. “God, I wish it was your fingers inside me right now.”
“Fuck, Viv.” My hand speeds up, and I feel how close I am to coming. I can barely growl out the words to her, “Are you close?”
Her eyes lock on mine. Her breathing is erratic, and her voice is also strangled. “Yes. So close.”
Her head leans back against the glass as her fingers move faster and her sweet whimpers get louder and louder. “Asher.”
When she moans my name and her toes curl, I lose it. Cum jets from my cock and down the drain as I wring out every last drop, both of us panting and unable to gain control of our bodies.
She stands on shaky legs before me, her eyes pleading with me to look at her, but I can’t. I look over her shoulder.
Not ashamed of jerking off in front of her but fucking horrified that she still has this type of hold on me after everything we’ve been through.
“Asher, look at me. Please.” Her voice is void of the confidence she had moments ago, and I still refuse to look at her.
How could I do this again?
I feel her hand ghost over my cheek, our skin not making contact. “Asher.”
Slowly I move my eyes to look into hers. “What?”
I watch her throat as she swallows. “Talk to me. We were friends once. We were lovers once.”
My jaw clenches. “No.” I glare at her, thinking about her going out with Sawyer and the day she left me behind. “Lovers implies there was love between us. You know what we were, Viv?”
I don’t miss the tears welling in her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall. “What’s that, Asher?”
I grit my teeth, seething. “Bored little rich kids who enjoyed hot hookups. But that’s it. I was a convenience for you.”
Her arms wrap over her lower stomach, and she shakes her head. “That’s not true.”
“It is. I was every bit of the wrong you were looking for. You were bored, and I was there, adding a little bit of thrill to your mundane life.”
She looks horrified as she wipes one tear from her cheek, still shaking her head. “That’s not what we were. Don’t cheapen it. If I wanted that I could have just used the app on my phone.”
I step closer, our toes touching now as I lean down getting into her face. “That would have been far too easy.”
“I thought you said you were a convenience,” she snaps, and I see the fury building inside her.
“I was a convenient thrill. I was someone you could seduce who was already right in your home. The worst possible hookup, and it’s still fucking thrilling for you, isn’t it? Fucking with my head.”
She swallows a cry and sniffs as she wipes away another tear but squares her shoulders. “I’m not playing games with you.”
“No? What the fuck was this?” I gesture to the shower bench behind us.
She looks so hurt, but I don’t care. I’m done caring.
Why the hell did I allow this to happen?
“You wanted this just as bad as I did. This isn’t a game.”
I push the shower door open and step out, turning around to look at her. “Next time, have Sawyer finish you off. You’re fucking toxic to me.”
“At least he has the balls to touch me.”
Again my jaw clenches, and I'm actually worried I might break my teeth. “Yeah well, you have fun imagining that his hands are mine.”
I turn away from her, grabbing a towel, trying to get out of the bathroom before she says anything else to bait me, but I don’t make it.
“I don’t have to do that. You may think he’s your replacement, Asher, but nothing of yours has ever been on my mind when I’m with Sawyer.
She climbs out and wraps a towel around her, moving closer to me. I try to ignore her sweet scent.
“When I come with him, it’s his name on my lips.” She pushes past me, and I feel fucking sick to my stomach.
I move to the counter in the bathroom, planting my hands in front of me and staring in the mirror as she goes into her bedroom.
He can have her.