Chapter 19 Cord
IT’S ALMOST WORTH getting wounded for another trip to Asher’s shower. I let the steam soothe my aches and pains for longer than I should before drying off and taking inventory of my body.
That fucker with the sword caught me good across the abdomen.
I’m lucky he was swiping instead of stabbing.
Not sure I would’ve had the control to make it here if I’d been run through with that blade.
I shudder to think what could have happened if I’d succumbed to blood fever in public. Dante would be hunting me down.
Which brings me back to why I came here. The last thing I wanted to do was involve Asher in any of this. He already hates my lifestyle, and I’m sure this didn’t improve his opinion.
So why did I come here instead of going back to the warehouse with Zeke and Joshua? Dante could’ve taken care of me; granted not in the same style, but I would’ve survived.
Was it my subconscious that led me back to Asher? I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted him. I do, with my life. But that’s just it. Letting him help me gives him power over me, and I know how much Asher likes power.
Then again, maybe I’m overthinking this.
Asher has been insisting he’s changed, and while I have a hard time believing that, everything he’s done since we reconnected has backed up his claim.
Granted, he’s still an elitist snob at times, but he hasn’t once berated or criticized me, even when I gave him reason to.
Would it be so bad to give him the benefit of the doubt?
I recall our encounter in the alley last week. No one, and I mean no one, can satisfy me like Asher. I swear he knows me better than I know myself. At least he always seems to know what I need.
Just thinking about him is getting me hard, and I certainly don’t need that going in there right now when I’m trying to recover my strength.
Apparently my cock has other ideas on that subject.
“You okay in there?” the subject of my current dilemma calls out.
I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door. “Yeah. Just getting a look at my wounds.”
He hands me a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I start to say something about his clothes not fitting me when I realize they’re mine. Did he keep them all this time?
“You should probably rest. Your body is still healing. Do you want me to order in more blood?”
“No. I’m good,” I say as I pull on the clothes. “I think I will sit down though. Still a little light-headed.”
I make my way out to the livingroom and plop down on the couch, reaching for the half-finished glass of vodka I left and draining it.
“Look, I know it’s late and you probably have to get some sleep to go to work in the morning or whatever.” I glance at the darkened sky beyond the windows, unable to tell what time it is. “I’ll just crash here on the couch.”
“Bullshit. You’ll sleep in the bed with me. I didn’t molest you last week and I won’t do it again tonight. I know you’re not up to that.”
It’s not him I’m worried about, and who says I’m not up to it? In fact, having his lips around my cock would go a long way toward making me feel better.
Apparently that thought went straight to my dick and wouldn’t you know it, Asher must’ve noticed because he can’t hide his knowing smirk.
“Of course,” he says, stepping closer, “if there’s anything else you need to make you feel better, I’m at your disposal.”
I look up at him and realize I’m fighting a losing battle. Despite my injuries and my weakened state, I want him. I want all the devious, sadistic things only he can do to me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmur.
“Remember what we used to say. ‘I shall not die, I shall suffocate in ecstasy.’”
Fuck.
“I recall you saying the next time we do this it would be in a bed.”
He grins. “I can carry you there, if you’d like, but the couch will do just as well.”
At least it’s not an alley.
He sinks to his knees in front of me and parts my legs, running his hands up my thighs. “You’ll let me know if this is too much for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
He peels my shorts down and licks his lips, his emerald eyes shining with lust. When his hand closes around my cock I can’t suppress a moan.
He rubs his thumb across my head, which is already slick with precum, and starts to stroke me slowly up and down.
Just when I think he’s only going to tease me, he lowers his mouth and sucks me inside.
The man’s tongue should be illegal. It wraps around my cock while he slides his lips up and down, driving me crazy with need. I move my hips to fuck his mouth, trying to gain traction, but he holds back, keeping his pace slow and steady until I’m ready to lose my mind.
“Jesus fuck, Ash.”
When he swallows me, I nearly come on the spot. That hot, tight throat almost chokes the cum out of me. And then he reaches up to cup my balls, squeezing and massaging them until I’m bucking off the couch. It’s not just what he’s doing, it’s how he’s doing it. It’s like I’m mainlining dopamine.
I groan, my whole body reduced to the bundle of nerves in my cock.
All thoughts of my injuries are gone, wiped out by his talented mouth.
I need to come so badly, and yet part of me craves the torment of his teasing.
He plays me so well, bringing me to the edge of release then backing off, lapping at my cock like a hungry dog while I squirm and rock beneath him.
I tangle my fingers in his hair to urge him closer, yanking on the silky strands until I’m sure I’ll rip them out of his head, but still he holds back. Flicking his tongue over my head, circling it around tighter and tighter before sucking me deep into his throat.
I can feel my cock swelling like it’s going to burst, and I can’t keep from whining in need.
“Please, Ash.”
Apparently he takes pity on me because he starts fucking me hard with his mouth. I’m so close, chasing my release while part of me is scared he’s going to pull back again.
“Need to come.”
When it happens, I feel like the top of my head is going to blast off. My cock jerks, my whole body pulsing like a live wire as the spasms wrack through me. He swallows every drop of my cum then licks me clean before crawling up my body to close his lips over mine.
The kiss deepens and all the need I have for him distills in the contact of our joined lips. I want to drink him in, to devour him. To somehow let him know without words what he does to me.
When we finally break apart, he smiles at me with a tenderness that nearly breaks my heart.
“I went easy on you, seeing as how you’re injured.”
“Like fuck you did.”
I notice he didn’t bite me though, so maybe he’s right. Still, I’m glad he did what he did. It was just what I needed.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
You would think, after the orgasm he just gifted me, that I’d be done for the night. After all, my body has sustained serious damage. But maybe that five-star blood he gave me worked its magic, because as soon as he strips down to get into bed, I find myself growing hard again.
Asher has a runner’s body, sleek and firm. He’s not thin, but he doesn’t have the packed muscle I have. What he lacks in bulk, however, he makes up for in stamina. I know for a fact he can go all night, and that thought goes straight to my dick.
His eyes find mine in the filtered light from the shadeless windows, his pupils blown as he stalks toward the bed.
“Like what you see, baby?”
He’s a confident motherfucker. I growl low in my throat, trying and failing to resist him. I’m great at avoiding him when he’s not around, but when we’re together I have no willpower.
He crawls up the bed, his firm legs on either side of mine, his tongue sliding out to lick his lips still swollen from sucking my cock.
“I was going to let you sleep,” he purrs, his whiskey-smooth voice wrapping around me like a warm glove, “but your eyes and your cock say you need something more. And who am I to deny you?”
I can face down all manner of supernatural baddies, but I have no defense against him. Doesn’t matter if I tell myself I’m fine without him. That I don’t need him in my life.
Because when he’s here–his sinful body crouched over mine, his sharp green eyes peering into my soul, his musk and woodsy scent filling my head, his voice with that soft Georgia accent caressing my ears–I’m a hopeless addict. He’s a drug I can’t resist.
And maybe I’m just realizing I don’t want to.
At least, not tonight.
I’ll worry about tomorrow when it gets here.
He bends over me, his tongue lashing out to circle my nipple, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive flesh. His cock hangs heavy over mine, and I find myself straining to rub against it.
“Want some of that?”
I nod, unable to speak, and he inches up, his thighs straddling my shoulders, and guides his veiny cock to my lips.
“Get me ready for you. I love having my aching cock stuffed in your mouth.”
His filthy words spur me on, and I tilt my head forward and lap at the precum pooling on his head. One taste is all it takes to ignite my hunger. I close my lips around him and suck him in, my tongue circling his growing length.
His is the only cock I’ve ever allowed in my mouth, and I’m reminded of how much I’ve missed it.
I work him up and down while he plays with my nipples, squeezing and twisting them until my own dick is straining for attention.
As if he can read my mind, one hand reaches back and closes around it, using my precum to stroke it.
I moan, desperate to feel more. To taste more.
I swallow him, the crown of his engorged head filling my throat. I buck against him, taking my frustration out on his cock, and he chuckles darkly.
“So impatient.”
He straightens and pulls back, his cock leaving my mouth with an audible pop as he reaches across me for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
Squirting some in his hand, he inches back down my body to bend my legs forward to give him access to my ass.
He works two fingers inside, probing me until I’m squirming, finding my prostate and sending sparks flashing in front of my eyes.
“Let me know if I hurt you,” he murmurs before guiding his cock to my hole.
“Full of yourself today?”
“I’m talking about your injuries, asshole.”
I’ve forgotten all about that. Right now all I want is to have his rock hard cock buried deep inside me.
He thrusts forward and the crown breeches the first ring of muscle, silencing any further comment I might have had. I grunt and bear down, squeezing him, and now it’s his turn to groan.
“Fuck me, Cord, you feel so good around my cock.”
That drives me to push harder, to meet his thrusts. To give up every ounce of control I have to him.
He owns me.
And all I want is for him to use me until I’m completely spent.
He looms over me, his green eyes blown to black, his hot breath kissing my cheek. I bend forward, capturing his lips with mine, and bite down, drawing blood. Savoring his taste.
He growls and returns the favor, our tongues colliding. Tangling together while his cock drives deeper inside me until he bottoms out.
We stay like that for a heartbeat, joined at both ends. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, his muscles tensed to begin their assault.
I want it.
I want all he can give me.
My skin tingles with anticipation, my need coiled like a snake getting ready to strike. I pull my mouth away from his and bring it to his ear because I know it drives him crazy.
“Fuck me, Ash. Fuck me hard.”
He chuckles. “Oh baby, I’m going to make you see stars.”
And then he proceeds to do just that.
I don’t know where he ends and I begin. The only thing that matters is the feel of his cock dredging my ass. Before I know it, my head is banging against the headboard as he chases me across the bed.
“Am I hurting you?” he pants.
“Just fuck me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in, wanting to get as close to him as I can. Wanting to swallow him completely.
My mouth finds his again and I drink him in, losing myself in a kiss that robs me of breath while he pounds me relentlessly.
I like the sadistic side of Asher that brings me to the brink of insanity, but sometimes I just need to be violently fucked. And this infuriating man always seems to know which approach to take.
His lips pull away from mine and trail down my neck, licking the skin there, his blood teeth scraping maddeningly against my pulse. But he doesn’t bite.
Instead he trails down to my chest, sucking a nipple into his hot mouth, biting it, licking it until I can feel my toes curl.
I rub my cock against his stomach, craving the friction, and he reaches down to fist it, squeezing until I’m ready to explode. I can feel myself teetering right on the edge, ready to fall off the cliff. He gives my cock a final pump and everything sparks white hot as I come.
Seconds later a final, violent thrust sends his hot cum filling my ass.
I fight to regain my wind as my body shudders around his. The orgasm seems to go on forever, turning me into a mass of weakened flesh. I don’t have the strength to hold up my legs, and let them sink down onto the bed with a breathless sigh.
Asher props himself on his elbows, his chest and neck coated with my cum. He grins at me, his eyes drunk with lust, and I find myself returning the smile.
“That was…”
“Intense,” I finish.
He rolls off me and stands up, walking into the bathroom. I hear the water running then he returns a few minutes later with a warm washcloth and a towel and proceeds to clean me up. I can barely keep my eyes open, and before he finishes I find myself drifting off.