23. Make Me Wanna
Chapter 23
Make Me Wanna
Esme
H oly fuck, I sucked his cock, and he came in my mouth and I…liked it? The ladder that is lining the underside of his dick was cool across my tongue and added a different texture for me to feel while I consumed him. The salty masculine taste of him was unlike anything I’ve ever tried before. It’s so perfectly him, and then the words coming from his mouth. The mix of everything had me making a mess of my panties.
And I…like him? L ike him like him . What the hell has happened? I only have a couple of weeks left in Oklahoma before I get my inheritance and run, but I think things are going to have to change. When I first showed up and saw Asher, I knew I wanted to seduce him into taking my virginity, but I didn’t expect to actually fall for him. Dammit. I can’t help but let a little squeal out as I fall backward onto my bed. I lay flat, staring at the ceiling, and let everything that’s happened the last six weeks replay over and over again.
I relive every moment in my mind, and where my feelings started turning. I keep telling myself that I can’t get involved, but whenever I’m around him, my head, heart and pussy have other ideas. I can’t help but submit to whatever he tells me to do.
My brain starts racing, and I decide the best thing I can do is get a good night’s rest and think about it in the morning.
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I wake up the next morning, and my hips are lifting absent-mindedly to gain friction. I’m so fucking turned on by the dream I had of Asher’s body on top of mine. I was dreaming about those silver bars that filled my mouth last night, except this time they’re in me. Rubbing against every feel-good spot I’ve read about.
“Fuck,” I groan out loud. I grab my phone and see it’s six fifty. I still have ten minutes till we start chores. I have plenty of time to give myself an orgasm before I have to be within close proximity of his tempting body.
I reach up under my shirt and squeeze my tits, rolling my nipple between my fingers. My hips keep thrusting up, desperate for relief. I rip my shirt and panties off and am left naked on my bed. I prop my knees up and let them fall open, letting my hand fall down the curve of my body. I linger on my hip for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the sensitive skin under my fingertips. I reach over and brush my fingers over the wetness that’s collected and shiver at the contact on my swollen clit.
I use the wetness collected to circle the swollen bud, and my eyes flutter closed on contact. I work my fingers on it gently, letting my orgasm slowly build instead of hitting me like an avalanche. There’s something so satisfying about the release after letting yourself get there slowly, your body is so desperate that you just crumple and can’t help but twitch with just a puff of air.
I work myself up and come down a few times. Every time I let myself come down, my hips reach out for my hand, and I smile at myself. I want my body to be so fucking desperate.
As I start reaching the apex again, there’s a crash from downstairs in the kitchen. I immediately snap my legs closed and hold my breath. My clit pulses in between my thighs, pissed at the fact I’m not currently finishing what I started. I start thinking about what would happen if I was caught by Asher, since that’s the only reasonable person who could be down there right now. A murderer wouldn’t care about the kitchen, and my grandparents are out of town again. It would kind of be hot for him to catch me, so I just close my eyes and pretend to not pay attention to anything else. The thought of being caught turns me on even more, but I’ve come down too much since my scare, so I have to start the process all over again.
After a few repetitions, I’m fucking the heel of my hand and squirming. I’m having to lift my fingers after just two circles because I’m so close to the edge. I haven’t heard any other noise, so I take this as permission to let myself be vocal.
“Oh fuck,” I test quietly. Nothing happens, so I continue louder. I whimper and let myself be as loud as I want, with his image in my mind.
“Fuck, Asher, yes,” I chant.
My orgasm gets closer and closer, getting harder to put off. Just as I’m about to come I moan and open my eyes to see him. Standing there. With my door wide open.
Fuck.