Chapter Thirteen - Asher
Asher
Well, I”ll be damned.
Kayla’s eyes are wide, her cheeks flush, when I let go of her, and the whistles and cheers of the Walker brothers are only background music as all of my senses are tuned in on her. Kayla”s heavy breaths make her whole body move as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes jumping between mine and my lips.
Flustered, she turns away from me, scurrying to one of the tables to get herself a drink.
”That was hot,” Adam whispers and nudges my arm, both of us looking after her. Judging by his swaying, he is very far from sober and we still have a decent bit to go in this match. ”You should not let her go.”
”I don”t plan to.” The lie comes over my lips too fucking easily, but the biggest shock?
I”m really not sure it”s a lie.
The rest of the match goes by in a daze. As soon as she returns to the window, I throw my arm over Kayla”s shoulder, a possessiveness I don”t even know from myself making me glare whenever cameras are on us. She seems calm, and eerily so, with a far away look in her eyes, like her thoughts are anywhere but here.
A few minutes before the game is over, Sven sneaks into the box and asks me to leave early to avoid a commotion.
”But I want to see who wins!” Kayla points out, crossing her arms in front of her chest, like a petulant child I’m telling she can’t have chocolate.
”I”ll give you a live commentary.” Reed suddenly appears beside us and shoves his phone into Kayla”s hand before I can interfere. ”Put your number in there, I”ll keep you updated.” He looks up and shoots me a grin. ”If I”ve learned anything, then it”s that you should really listen to your security guys.”
”You”re a wise man,” Sven chuckles and looks at Kayla with a raised eyebrow.
”Alright,” she says with a sigh and types her number into Reed”s phone. ”Don”t you dare forget.”
”I would never.” He raises his hand and looks at her solemnly.
She gives him a serious nod before waving goodbye to the others before we step out to follow Sven and his team.
”Give me your bag.” I hold out my hand to her and wiggle my fingers. She’s swaying a bit and doesn”t seem too steady on her feet.
”Why?”
”So you can hold onto me better. You don’t seem too steady on your feet.” I snatch it from her hands and throw it over my shoulder, holding onto the strap with only my middle finger.
”Do you seriously think I”m drunk from two beers?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and ticking jaw.
”Well, you aren”t sober, that”s for sure,” I point out when she stumbles. And I’d rather she kiss me than the ground, but I don’t tell her that.
”You try standing in high heels for three hours and let”s see how you walk then.” Annoyance flashes in her eyes as she continues to walk, trying to take her bag from me.
”I got it.” I evade her sneaky hands, making her glare at me. Sven shoots us an amused glance before leading us around a corner.
”Well, I don”t want you to ”got it.”” She tries to reach for it again. ”Give it back.”
But I continue to ignore her, aside from evading her, as we walk through the hallways, thankfully with no paparazzi or event photographers inside. Sven made the right call.
Finally, we arrive at the parking garage and after a quick look around, Sven leads us over to my car. This time, I open the door for her and stay put until she sits. Kayla is still pouting as she climbs inside, her lips pursed as I shut the door behind her.
When I round the car and pass the front, I can see her through the windshield, an expression I can”t quite place washing over her face. But by the time I get into the driver”s seat, it”s already gone.
The ride back is just as silent, but this silence is . . . different. Neither worse, nor better, but it”s a different silence. One I can”t quite place.
On our way here, she was angry and still, without a doubt conjuring up her plan of making it look like we made out in her head. Now she can’t sit still and fidgets in her seat, growing even more restless as I pull into the underground garage of her building.
”I”ll bring you upstairs,” I let her know and grab her handbag from the backseat before she can reach for it.
”Let me carry my own bag, Dickhead!” she demands, jumping out of the car and walking after me to grab it.
”Nope,” I say, popping the ”p”. I figure it will rile her up, and I grin when she confirms it by stepping in my way, holding out her hand for the bag, her other arm cocked against her hip.
I chuckle and sidestep her, walking right past until I reach the elevator and push the button to call it.
”Stop fucking ignoring me, Asher.” She pushes herself between me and the closed elevator door, making me take a step back with the intensity of her glare.
”Why are you so angry today?” Seriously, I don’t get it. So, I was jealous of Josh and her walking around arm in arm but that can’t be the reason she’s this damned explosive.
Or can it?
”I”m not angry!” Her breaths are heavy as she looks up at me with a flushed face, her eyebrows creased.
”You”ve had something up your ass ever since I saw you with Josh. Mind telling me what”s going on? What did he do?”
”Oh, what did he do?” She laughs coldly and without any emotion on her face; it”s a bit scary actually. ”It has nothing to do with Josh or your little stunt that day.”
”So you are angry,” I point out, and she looks like she’s about to explode.
”You”re insufferable, you know that?”
”Insufferable, but right.” I finally hand her the bag as the elevator doors open and we step inside. She”ll need to get her keys out of it anyway. ”So mind telling me what”s up?”
”It”s you,” she spits, and I startle, taken aback. She looks about ready to slice my throat, but I have no idea what she’s talking about.
”Me?”
”Yes! It”s your dumb ass turning up with your parents with no prior warning.” The glare she shoots me is deadly, while I try to piece together what exactly about that was wrong. ”Did I have to spell out for you that parents are a sensitive topic for me?”
Oh.
”Well, it would have helped to mention it; you seemed pretty indifferent about yours.”
Looking back, it makes perfect sense. However, in that moment, I was so excited for my parents to meet her that I didn’t think about it at all.
Admittedly, it was obvious that her parents are a sensitive topic, but parents in general? How should I have known that?
”What? So because I”m not crying over spilled milk, I”m indifferent?” I didn”t know it was possible, but her face turns even more red the angrier she gets.
The elevator doors open, and she storms out towards her apartment, making me hurry behind her, because I’m not about to let this conversation go.
”If you want me to treat you with kid gloves, then fucking tell me! I can”t read your fucking mind.” I force myself to lower my voice, but I’m so heated that it’s still pretty damned loud.
”I don”t expect you to read my fucking mind, I expect you to draw logical conclusions. You”re a big boy, I thought you could manage at least that or do the minimum and fucking ask!”
Her mocking tone sends my heart rate up into borderline problematic territory within one fucking moment.
She has her door open now, the jacket already off, and I waste no time crowding her inside, caging her against the wall opposite her door as I kick it shut behind me.
”Don”t fucking talk to me like that.” I can take a beating when I’m wrong, but there are fucking lines I don’t want crossed.
”Why, does it hurt your fragile ego?” She glares at me defiantly, trying to cross her arms in front of her chest but I take her wrist and pin it against the wall next to her.
”It makes me want to shut you up,” I growl, then freeze when I realize what I said.
Well, that certainly wasn”t planned.
I expect a slap, a kick to the nuts, another verbal escalation.
What I don’t expect is her pupils to widen, and her breath to hitch, and her back to involuntarily arch the tiniest bit, pushing out her breasts.
Then she shakes her head, like she”s waking up from a daydream, and her glare intensifies, but this time a hint of mischief is dancing behind those eyes as she raises her eyebrow at me.
”What makes you think I”d let you?” The air isn’t less hot than during out fight but the reason is now vastly different.
”Oh, Sweetheart,” I say and crowd closer until she has to lay her head back to look at me and her breasts are pressed against my chest. ”You would.”
Before she can even answer, I silence her with my mouth on hers.
She could push me away. There is not a sliver of doubt in my body that she would rain hell on me if she didn”t want me to kiss her, bite my lip, step on my foot with her high heel, whatever. She would let me know.
But after a quick moment of confusion, a second of her tensing in my arms, she sighs and melts against me, returning the kiss with equal fervor, pushing my tongue back into my mouth.
I let her. Only for a few moments, but I do. Then I break the kiss.
”How much did you drink?” I ask her, the taste of beer on her tongue intoxicating.
”Two beers,” she whispers, and I roll my shoulders in relief before I take a small step back, lean down and throw her right over one of them. Two beers is not a drunk level of drink. For a woman her size and figure, it”s probably barely a level of tipsy, despite me teasing her about it earlier.
”What the—” She ”oomphs” as my shoulder in her middle pushes the air out of her lungs. ”Asher!”
I ignore her chuckled scolds as I make my way to her bedroom, carrying her like a fucking caveman.
Good thing she left the door open, so I immediately know which room to go to.
She giggles on my shoulder, hitting my back, my butt, she even tries to tickle me. I guess she saw Luca doing it on the field, but shame for her, it”s only my ribs which she can”t reach from where she”s hanging down my body.
Once in her bedroom, I throw her onto her bed, hearing her bounce on her mattress, before I kick the door shut, covering the whole room in darkness.
”You say ”red” or give me three taps, I stop, no questions asked, you got that?”
”What?” she asks meekly, looking around confused as it’s suddenly pitch black in the room.
”Do. You. Understand?” I ask her with a strained voice, my eyes slowly getting used to the darkness and I stalk her like a predator its prey.
”Yes.” She lifts herself up on her elbows, her eyes darting around the room to where she heard my voice from.
”Say it,” I demand, and she shudders.
”Red?”
”Yes,” I growl and then I pounce.
My shirt flies into a corner, knocking something over as I climb atop her and cage her against the mattress to capture her lips in a seething kiss that leaves the both of us breathless, moaning into each other’s mouths, while my hands tear at her shirt until I hear a ripping sound.
”Ash—” I kiss my name right out of her mouth as I peel the torn fabric off her, throwing it behind me.
I”ll buy her a new top if she wants me to. I don”t give a fuck.
The only thing I do give a fuck about is getting her naked and sinking into her warm, wet cunt.
”Don”t rip my pants,” she demands breathlessly and pulls her dark jeans down, revealing her long legs, so pale they seem to shine in the tiny sliver of moonlight illuminating the room.
I force myself to take a deep breath and pull them down her legs gently, then over her ankles before I throw them aside. Then her panties.
When I look up, she”s gotten rid of her bra and holy mother of God.
Naked boobs are a wonderful thing, and hers are no damn exception. But it”s not her perky nipples and perfectly sized tits I can”t take my eyes off.
I lift her leg and press a kiss to her ankle before putting it over my shoulder. My hand wanders up her other leg, making her shiver in anticipation as I kiss my way up her calf, then her thigh, forcing her legs further apart with my shoulders the higher I get.
”Asher,” she moans softly, her breath hitching, and I love the way my name falls from her lips.
My fingers dance over her skin, so softly they barely touch it, up her torso and making her arch against my touch until I reach her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers before dancing over to the other side and palming her tit.
Fuck, they”re perfect. The way they fit in my hand, and the way she whines when I rub my palm against her nipple are making my cock so damned hard.
My other hand finds her dripping cunt, gathering her pleasure on my fingers and bringing them to my face where I lick them, my tongue gathering up every bit of her essence. I close my eyes and groan when I taste her, sitting back on my heels.
”You taste amazing, Sweetheart,” I say hungrily. I couldn”t help myself.
Her hands reach up to my face. With one hand, she pinches my cheeks together; the other one reaches further back and pulls the tie out of my hair, letting strands run through her fingers when it falls loose before she fists my hair and pulls me down to capture my eyes with her fiery gaze.
”Fucking get to it, Honey.”
I chuckle. Well, she doesn”t need to tell me twice.
I shrug her leg higher on my shoulder, pushing her other leg to aside to reveal her pink pussy.
Slowly, I lick a strip from her entrance to her clit, closing my eyes at her moan filling the room. Fuck, that’s sexy. I want to hear more of those.
My tongue finds her clit easily, circling and nudging it until she squirms below me. I let my hand wander over her torso, keeping her legs open with the other, teasing her nub until I feel her stomach tightening under my hand.
A whiny protest falls from her lips when I draw back, her hand in my hair tightening with the urge to pull me against her cunt.
”Here”s how tonight is going to go,” I tell her, my voice raspy with pleasure. Our heavy breaths make a beautiful sound in this otherwise completely silent room. ”You”re going to cum on my cock.” She raises her head and looks at me through thick eyelashes. “And then you”re going to do it again, and again, however many fucking times I get you to, until I spill my come inside you.”
”You clean?” she asks with a scratchy voice. When I look up, I meet her skeptical caramel eyes and I could hit myself for not thinking about protection. God, what is this woman doing to my brain?
”Yes. I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
”Yes,” she sighs the word; her mouth stretches into a smile as she lets her head fall on the pillow again. ”Good. Then I agree to your little plan.”
My little plan? My little plan?
I”ll show her a little plan.
I chuckle, nudging my chin through her folds before my mouth gets back to teasing her little nub. A little whine escapes her when I place my index finger at her entrance, nudging it before I push two fingers inside her.
She sighs and relaxes back into the mattress, her fingers in my hair massaging my scalp with tense rubs, then digging into my skin as her moans become louder and she begins to squirm under my mouth.
I add a third finger to pump inside her, and when her moans become an incessant sound and I feel her muscles contract under my touch, I sit up, stilling my movements. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I crawl up her body and position myself at her entrance.
”Fuck, Asher.” She hits my shoulder, the slap comically loud as it echoes against the almost bare walls.
”Told you, you”ll be cumming on my cock,” I say with a growl. “Not my fingers.” Then I capture her lips in a kiss as I push inside.
She’s fucking tight and I”m far from gentle, too far gone already. Her whines, her fingers, her taste, her scent—all of it has been driving me crazy with desire. I push further inside her at once, thrusting gently once she starts to relax around me, as I continue to play with her clit and ravage her mouth.
Only moments later, she starts to contract around me, breaking the kiss to capture her lip between her teeth, eyebrows scrunched and eyes closed in pleasure, soft moans daring me to fuck her harder.
Her walls are milking my cock, making me bite the inside of my cheek in order to not join her already. I made a promise and I expect to keep it and I’ll be damned if I only get one orgasm out of her before I cum myself.
”Fuck,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my hips as I continue to move inside her, elongating her pleasure until she sighs and begins to relax, slight trembles still running through her body.
”That”s one.” I lick my lips and she blinks at me through thick, teary eyelashes.
”Pure luck,” she grits out and shoots me a glare that’s easily overpowered by the satisfied glow in her cheeks.
I lean down and lick a strip up her throat before I sit back for more advantage and chuckle darkly in response.
“Sure, Sweetheart. Let’s see if I’ll have some more ‘luck,’” I threaten and I can see her gulp.
Oh, I”ll show her that it”s a skill, not talent. All too gladly.
Laying my hand on her stomach, I start to really fuck her. Skin-slapping, body-scooting-up-the-bed, hard fucking.
Within seconds, I have her moaning and gasping for air, her hands clenching the sheets and her back arching deliciously, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
She’s beautiful like this. On the verge of letting go, teetering on the edge of giving in to pleasure.
I lay my hands at her hips to keep her from scooting too far up and hitting the headboard as I continue to plunge into her, faster and faster.
Fuck, she feels fucking amazing around me. Leaning down, I capture her nipple between my lips, my tongue darting to tease it and her hand instantly digs into my back, fingernails leaving their marks on my shoulders.
It doesn”t take long until she cums again, and this time, I don”t stop. Don’t give her time to catch her breath, no, I want another one.
”Asher,” she shouts and pulls at my hair, bringing my face to hers for a burning kiss as she shivers through her pleasure while I continue to fuck her, not letting come off that high.
I love it. I love how reactive she is, how she gives herself over to me, lets me tease her to the brink over and over again.
Fuck. I could do this all night, get myself lost in her intoxicating moans, her addicting touch and the sound of her voice filled to the brim with pleasure.
”I can”t, I can”t, I can’t,” she mumbles against my lips, a chant that sounds like a prayer, when I reach between the two of us. I”m almost there now, too, but I want one more.
”Oh, you can,” I say, making her open her eyes and shoot me a pleading gaze. “And you will.”
I raise my eyebrow and continue thrusting into her, keeping a close eye on her face. She hasn”t said ”red,” but she might not remember.
Her body language is saying the opposite though. She leans into my touches, arching her back for more and not seeming like she’s close to her limit.
Pulling her arms around me, I turn the two of us around until she kneels on top of me and bury my hand in her hair, keeping her torso down on mine as I thrust upward, changing the angle.
She groans against my throat, little whiny sounds escaping her with each breath. My hand finds the small of her back, wandering deeper until I can palm her ass, moving it with me as I fuck her.
”Fuck, fuck,” she breathes against my skin, and I let her sit upright, my hands now at her hips to slam her down against my cock. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and I just need to lean up to capture one of her nipples with my lips. ”Asher!” She moans and hits my chest as she stops moving.
And then she screams and cums again, this time taking me right along with her.
Her fingers claw at my skin as I continue to fuck both of us through our orgasms, moaning as she contracts around me, milking every last drop of me as I spill inside her. Fuck. She feels amazing.
Breathing heavily, she collapses on me, chest heaving against mine and her cheek on my collarbone, as the last trembling shudders run through her.
I lift my hand to pat down her hair, keeping her head cupped as both of us try to catch our breaths.
I pull out of her, making her chuckle at the obscene sound of my cock leaving her hole. My fingers instinctively find it instead, a satisfied groan falling from my lips when I feel my cum dripping out of her.
Then she takes a deep breath and looks up at me, a satisfied grin pulling at her lips, while mischief clouds her eyes.
”Is that all you”ve got?”