Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Asher
T he kiss is meant to be one of relief and gratitude, but in two seconds flat it takes a turn right to not that .
Having my lips on Julie’s is a shot straight to the dick, and I know she feels it too because I’ve barely glided my tongue along her lips before she opens for me, tangling our tongues together as I sweep mine inside her mouth to taste her. She lets out a moan that I feel all the way through my body. She moves her hands up my chest as I devour her mouth, my body straining to get as close to her as possible. When she wraps her arms around my neck, my hands start to explore, gliding down her ribcage, my thumbs grazing the sides of her tits. At the contact, Julie lets out a full body shiver and whimpers against my mouth.
The sound of this gorgeous, formidable woman fucking whimpering makes me feral. Sliding my hands further down her body, I palm her ass through her leggings, yanking her closer so she can feel every inch of how she affects me.
“Asher,” she whimpers, rocking her hips against mine. And I suddenly hate every layer between us. I want to strip her down, lay her out on these blankets, and catalogue every inch of her body so I see it every time I close my eyes for the rest of my life, but every instinct I have is screaming at me to take this slowly. Dragging my mouth from hers, I skim my lips over her jaw and down her neck, closing my mouth over her pulse and sucking gently. Her body jolts, her hands flying from my neck to my hips to grip on, her thumbs skimming under my sweatshirt to graze my bare skin.
“Can you…take it off?” she whispers, her voice quiet and a little uncertain. I want to wipe that uncertainty right from her consciousness.
“Take it off, huh?” I pull back slightly and flash her a cocky grin. “You want to see all of me, Juliette?”
“I’ve seen all of you, remember?” she says, her face heating as her eyes drift down to my very obvious erection. My cock jumps behind my sweatpants at her gaze, and she sucks in a breath.
“That was an accident. This is on purpose. You want to see me on purpose, baby?”
Her eyes come back to mine. “So, so much.”
Lust whips through me as I grab the hem of my hoodie and tear it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. Julie’s eyes drop to my torso, her gaze fiery as she takes me in.
When she traces my abs with a single finger, my cock hardens even more and my stomach muscles flex. She trails her fingers down the tattoo on my ribs, leaning closer to read the words. “Your sisters’ names right? And your nieces?”
“Yeah. I love watching my sisters as moms, and I just adore all those little girls. I can’t always be with them because of my job, so this felt like a way to keep them close.”
“How are you even real?” she mutters,
“I could ask you the same thing,” I say, curling my fingers in the hem of her t- shirt.
“Can I?” I ask
She nods.
“Words, Juliette. Use your words.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you to.”
I pull her shirt over her head and toss it on top of my sweatshirt before roving my eyes over her. My hands move before my brain engages, coming up to palm her perfect tits, rubbing my thumbs over her black lace covered nipples. She takes a sharp breath, a low moan coming from her throat.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur, skimming my hands down her sides, over her hips and her legs until I reach her knees. Gliding my hands back up her thighs, I dip down and graze one finger along her pussy, feeling the heat of her through her leggings. I am desperate to sink inside her, to feel all that heat wrapped around my cock as she moans my name into my ear. I press my finger a little harder, circling it over her clit, and without warning her entire body stiffens. As if I tossed a bucket of ice-cold water all over her, she jerks backwards off my lap, landing on her ass on the blankets. Staring at the ground, she crosses her arms across her chest, clearly uncomfortable being so exposed.
Wanting to understand what the fuck just happened, I grab my sweatshirt from the floor and tug it over her head. She slips her arms into it and seems to relax slightly once she’s covered up. With a hand on her face, I guide her head up until she’s looking at me.
“Talk to me, Juliette. What happened just now?”
Her eyes dart around the room, avoiding eye contact with me as best she can.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me. You’re safe with me, Juliette, remember? We’re safe with each other.”
She takes a deep breath. “I’ve never told anyone this before; I guess tonight is the night for big confessions. I’ve never, um. You know. With another person.”
I try and decipher what it is she’s telling me. “You’ve never had sex before?”
She rears back. “What the fuck, Asher? I’m thirty years old. Of course I’ve had sex before. Having sex has never been the problem. It’s finishing that’s the problem.”
“You’ve never had an orgasm during sex before.” It’s a statement, not a question. I’m starting to understand what’s going on here.
She huffs out a breath, hand coming up to scratch at her wrist, but I cover her hands with mine before she can. “No, you don’t, Juliette. You don’t need to be anxious about this. Not with me. We’re going to talk about it, and then we’re going to fix it.” I flash her a grin. “I’m really, really good at sex.”
She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I just bet you are, but it won’t matter. I’m, like, defective or something.”
I hate that she thinks that, but she won’t for long. “You’re not defective, baby. I promise you’re not. You can have an orgasm on your own, right?”
“Of course I can. I’m great at making myself come and I have enough toys to open my own sex shop. But when I’m with another person, I can’t turn my brain off enough to enjoy it. I worry about everything. How I look, how I smell, what sounds I’m making. Literally everything. Then I worry that it’s taking too long and he’s going to get annoyed, so I end up faking it just to make it stop.” She drops her head back and groans. “Fucking hell, I can’t believe I just told you all that. What the fuck is it about you that makes me tell you everything?”
I smirk at her. “My mom says I have a very trustworthy face.”
She snorts out a laugh, and it baffles me that I think she’s the cutest person alive and I also want to fuck her right into this floor. Turns out, it’s an irresistible combination.
“We’ll get back to all the toys because, so awesome. But I’ll just say this. It sounds like you’ve been with assholes who didn’t care about your pleasure. But I’m not an asshole and literally all I care about it making you feel good, so if you’re up for it, I have an idea.”
She just shrugs. “I mean, nothing has worked before, so do your worst.”
“You liked watching me the other night. In the shower.”
She scoffs. “I mean yeah. Have you seen you?”
“I think I’d like to watch you too.”
Her eyes snap up to mine. I thought maybe I would see anxiety in them, but I don’t. Instead, it’s curiosity and heat, and I want to make this good for her more than I want to take my next breath.
“You like the thought of that, Juliette? You want to touch yourself while I watch? Sink a finger inside that tight pussy and rub your clit until you come with my eyes on you? I bet you look beautiful when you come. I can’t wait to see it.”
Heat floods her face and slowly, she locks eyes with me and nods.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes,” she says, confidently. “Watch me. But I want to watch you too.”
“Again. You want to watch me again.”
Her eyes narrow and she lifts her chin. “Take off your pants, Asher.”
She’s a fucking queen.
I wink at her. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Without hesitating, she whips my sweatshirt up and off her body before reaching back and unclasping her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. I swallow thickly because she is, without a doubt, the most stunning thing I have ever laid eyes on. My gaze travels from her face down to her bare chest. I have to clench my fists to keep from reaching out and palming her perfect tits, taking her dusky pink nipples into my mouth and sucking on them until she is writhing and crying out my name.
She must like whatever she sees on my face, because I see a flash of confidence cross hers. She drifts her fingers up her torso and skims them over her tits, using her thumbs to circle her nipples, a low moan falling from her mouth when she pinches them between her thumb and forefinger. Looking up, she gives me a knowing grin.
“Now you.”
She could ask me to rob a bank for her right now and I would do it without a second thought. Lifting my hips, I drag off my sweatpants and briefs in one motion and toss them away. I’m already hard as steel. Fisting my cock, I give it one long, slow stroke, hissing out a breath at the contact and at the look of pure lust on Julie’s face as she watches my hand.
“See this, Juliette? See how hard I am right now? It’s all for you. I want you so fucking much. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Staring at my hand slowly stroking myself, she takes a deep breath and when she speaks, it’s quiet.
“No one has ever wanted me the way you do.”
“Well then everyone else was stupid, but I’m glad they were because it means I get to be here with you. Can I see you now? I want to see all of you. Will you show me?”
With her eyes on mine, she gets on her knees and slowly peels her leggings down her thighs and fuck me, she’s not wearing anything under them. Sitting back down, she rolls the leggings down the rest of the way and kicks them off, drawing her knees up to her chest. For a split second I think she’s trying to cover herself, but then she drops her knees to the blankets, and I see all of her, her pussy already glistening with arousal. With the way my heart pounds in my chest, I consider for a second that I might not survive this night.
“Fuck, Juliette. Look at you, already dripping. Does thinking about me watching you make you wet?”
She strokes a hand from her knee to midthigh. “Thinking anything about you turns me on.”
Jesus Christ . “Every inch of you is gorgeous. I can’t wait to get my hands all over you. But right now, will you touch yourself for me? Show me how you make yourself feel good, so I know what to do when it’s my turn.”
Saying nothing, she slides a hand up her thigh and through her slit, collecting her wetness and using it to circle her clit lightly with one finger, breathing in sharply when her fingers make contact with her tight bundle of nerves. When she adds a finger, alternating between pinching her clit and swirling her fingers around it, I can’t hold myself back anymore. Tightening my grip, I speed up my strokes, rolling my hand over my tip, collecting the precum pooling there.
Heat is already sizzling in my spine, and when Julie slides two fingers inside herself, breathing heavily as she pushes them in deeper, I have to grip the base of my cock to keep from coming on the spot.
“Talk to me, Juliette. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Shit, Asher,” she gasps, her hips rising up to meet her fingers as she pumps them in and out, her other hand still circling her clit. “It feels so fucking good.”
“Me too, baby. Watching you touch yourself is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of you with your fingers stuffed inside yourself while you rub your clit is going to live in my head forever.” I keep my strokes slow and steady, not able to stop touching myself but needing her to come first .
“Were you…thinking of me the other night? In the shower?” Julie’s voice is breathy, catching on the last word.
I smile, wondering if she’s been stewing over that. Absolutely sure she has been. “Juliette every time I’ve stroked my dick since July I’ve thought about you. Your voice. Your face. What it would feel like to have your thighs wrapped around me while I licked your clit.”
At that, her hips shoot up off the blankets and her fingers speed up, her breath coming in fast pants.
“You like the sound of that? You want me on my knees for you? Your legs thrown over my shoulders? My tongue on your clit, inside of you? I bet you taste amazing. I’ll give you anything you want. Fucking anything. Look at me, Juliette. Eyes on me while you come, baby.”
“Fuck, Asher,” she gasps, as she adds a third finger and begins thrusting them faster. Knowing she’s about to come, I speed up my strokes, lifting my hips to fuck up into my hand. A red flush crawls up her chest to her face, and her fingers fly over her clit as she comes on a loud moan, her pulse fluttering in her throat and her eyes never leaving mine.
Watching her work herself through her orgasm, I drop my free hand to my balls, rolling them in my hand as I tighten my grip.
“Watch me, Juliette. Watch me come for you.” Thrusting up harder into my hand and with my gaze locked on Julie’s, my release barrels up my spine, pleasure erupting through every limb as I come hard, all over my hand and my stomach. Chest heaving, heart hammering, I slow my strokes as I come down. I use my sweatpants to clean off, and I’ve barely tossed them aside again before a very naked Julie is throwing herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Thank you,” she says into my ear.
I grab one of the blankets from the floor and wrap it around both of us before I settle her onto my lap and hold tight, stroking her hair and breathing her in, more content than I have any right to be, considering the conversation we had earlier.
“You did so well, baby. Watching the way you came for me was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so proud of you; I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I thought it would be hard, but it wasn’t. It was good. So, so good. You made it easy. You make a lot of things easy.”
She burrows deeper into me, and I hold her close, staring at the fire, thinking that being with her makes a lot of things easy for me too.