Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Julie
W eak winter light filters in through the blinds as I blink awake, confused. I lay still, cataloguing my surroundings. Horrible floral wallpaper, a giant fireplace with embers still glowing. A heavy arm banded tightly around my waist and a wall of hard muscle against my back. I’m lying on the floor in a nest of pillows and blankets, and I’m almost positive I’m naked.
And then I remember. Asher’s confession. Freaking out like a complete lunatic when he touched me. The way he took it totally in stride. Feeling comfortable and powerful taking my clothes off in front of him, touching myself. Watching him. How tightly he held me afterwards, whispering praise and comfort. The way we shared a pillow and whispered secrets in the dark while we drifted off to sleep.
“You owe me a date.” Asher’s voice is low and gruff with sleep, his breath fluttering against the shell of my ear, sending shivers up my spine.
“And why is that?” I yawn and turn in his arms so I’m facing him, my head pillowed on his bicep. Hot damn, he looks good in the morning, eyes heavy with sleep, golden brown hair disheveled, and scruff covering his jaw.
He leans in and captures my mouth with his, his hand coming up to wrap around the back of my neck while his tongue curls around mine. When we break apart, he grins at me, sky-blue eyes sparkling. He is, undoubtedly, the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and for some reason, he wants me. I want to scream into a pillow and kick my heels and text my friends like a teenager to tell them the football quarterback wants me .
“Now that’s a way to wake up.”
“If you’re finished, why do I suddenly owe you a date?”
He kisses my nose. “Because you woke up like a normal person and not like you were running the last quarter mile of a marathon.”
I sit straight up, staring at him, because shit, he’s completely right. I haven’t woken up calmly since I was a teenager. I consider whether one night with him has turned me into a completely different person. There’s a non-zero chance that it did and a non-zero chance that I don’t hate it.
“Are you magic?”
He winks at me. “I don’t know if I’m magic, Juliette, but this morning might be.”
I huff out a breath and lay back down. He immediately curls his arm around my back and pulls me close, and I am suddenly acutely aware that another part of him is wide awake, too, and pressing urgently into my hip. I shift against him, and he gives me a sheepish smile.
“I’d like to say I just woke up like that, and I kind of did, but also you just sat up and the blanket fell off and, well, look at you. You’re beautiful all warm and naked in the morning.”
He makes me feel beautiful. With an uncharacteristic rush of confidence brought on by his words and the quiet winter morning and the warm, cozy bubble of this blanket fort on the floor in a bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere, I lean in and kiss his neck, trailing my lips down and across his collar bone, smiling at his sharp intake of breath.
“Let’s see if I can take care of that for you.”
In one motion, he rolls us, so I’m sprawled on top of him, and he trails his hands down my back and up my sides, his fingertips grazing the sides of my breasts, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. It should feel ridiculous that we’re doing this on the floor when there’s a perfectly good bed two feet away, but it doesn’t. It feels cozy and sexy and perfect.
“You first, Juliette. I’ve got plans for you.”
I feel a flutter of nerves, wondering what he means. Before I have time to think too hard, he tells me exactly what he wants.
“I want you to sit that gorgeous cunt right on my face so I can get my first taste of you.”
His eyes hold mine as I consider that. I get a flash of last night. Of him telling me he wanted my legs wrapped around his head. How that image had me hurling over the edge into the most intense orgasm of my life. But then my nerves flare. I’ve never let anyone do that. Could never relax enough to be that vulnerable with another person. What if he doesn’t like it?
“No way.” Asher grabs my face in both of his hands, leaning up to kiss my forehead. “Get right out of your stunning head,” he murmurs. “If you say no, the answer is no, and that’s that. But if you’re worried that I won’t like it, toss that thought straight in the fire because baby, I’ll love it.”
God, I want it. I want it so damn much. And this is Asher. I’m safe with him.
I lean down so my forehead rests against his. “Yes.”
His eyes are a little fierce as he runs a hand down my side and between my legs, swiping his fingers against my pussy where I am already hot and wet for him. He brings his hand back up and sticks his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean, groaning a little at the taste. When he presses his lips to mine, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth so I can taste myself, it’s so raw and filthy that I almost come on the spot.
“I love the way you smell. The taste of you drives me wild. I want to spend every second of every day with my face between your legs and my tongue inside your sweet pussy, drinking up every last drop of you. So do it, Juliette. Sit on my face. Right. Fucking. Now.”
He grabs my hips and hauls me up his body, so I’m kneeling on the floor, straddling his face. When he leans up and swipes his tongue through my slit, my hands fly out and grab onto the footboard of the bed so I don’t topple over.
I look down and lock eyes with Asher, his dark and filled with arousal. “I said sit, Juliette. All the way.” He grips my hips tighter and pulls me down, burying his tongue inside me in one motion that has a moan ripping out of my throat. He eats me like a man possessed, keeping his grip tight on my hips while he fucks me with his tongue. And when he moves his tongue up to circle my clit, I grind down on him on instinct, looking for more, harder, faster.
“That’s it, baby,” Asher grunts. “Fuck my face. You look so goddamn sexy up there, taking what you need.”
He moves one of his hands from my hip around to my ass, trailing down until he finds my entrance, pushing two fingers deep inside me. He curls them up and I gasp, rolling my hips against his mouth and grinding back on his fingers, the dual stimulation making my head spin and my orgasm build faster than I thought possible. I let go of the headboard and palm my breasts, pinching my nipples as he alternates between fucking me with his tongue and circling it around my clit.
“Asher,” I whimper. “I need…” I don’t even know what I need. I just need .
But he seems to know. In one motion, he curls his fingers up again, pumping them in and out of me while he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it once, twice, three times, and I detonate around him. My orgasm hits me so hard and fast that my vision blurs. The noise I make is low and feral, and I don’t even have it in me to care as waves of pleasure pummel me. Asher sticks with me until the pleasure ebbs, and I slide bonelessly down to his chest. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing hard, my heart pounding. His spicy scent surrounds me as I breathe him in, letting my heart rate return to normal.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles into my ear as he strokes his hands up and down my back. “You are perfect.”
“No, you are,” I say, a little breathlessly.
He laughs, and the sound of it warms me to my core as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree, here. Seeing you above me, pinching your nipples while you rode my face? That was the hottest moment of my entire life.”
I smile against his shoulder, suddenly overcome with the urgent need to give him back some of what he gave to me.
I lift my head so I can see him. “I want to taste you too.”
“You don’t have to, you know.”
I scoff at him. “Don’t be stupid, Asher. I know that.”
“Well, okay then. You want to get on your knees for me, baby? Wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock? Suck me off until I come down your throat?”
A curl of lust snakes down my spine at his words. No one has ever talked to me like this, and I love it. Every fucking word. I say nothing, climbing off him and standing, pulling him up with me and turning us so his back is to the bed. I grab his chin with my hand and lock eyes with him .
“Julie Parker gets on her knees for no man. But Juliette would really like to get on her knees for you.”
Before he can say anything, I drop down to my knees and wrap my hand around his cock. He is long and so thick that my hand doesn’t quite fit all the way around him. I stroke from base to tip, rubbing my thumb over the precum leaking out of his slit. When I look up, Asher’s eyes dilate until they are practically black. His nostrils flare and his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Juliette,” he says, his voice a little shaky. “This is…you are…fuck.”
He seems to give up on words, closing his eyes and shaking his head while I run my fist up and down his length, my other hand gripping the back of his thigh. Watching this beautiful, powerful man crumble a little while I’m the one on my knees makes me feel like I could run the world. I lean forward and run my tongue along the underside, tracing the thick vein and flicking my tongue into the sensitive groove below his tip. His chest rumbles with a growl, and when I take him into my mouth, sliding down to take as much of him as I can, his hands fly back to the footboard, gripping so tightly his fingers turn white.
I slide my mouth back up to his tip, circling my tongue around before diving back down, taking him so far that he bumps the back of my throat. When I swallow around him, he lets out a moan and closes his eyes again, his face screwed up in concentration like he’s trying not to come too fast, and, well, that’s not going to work for me. I replace my mouth with my hand, gripping him hard.
“Open your eyes.” My voice is a little raspy from having his cock in my throat, and I like the way it sounds. He does what I ask. His eyes are glazed with pleasure.
“Don’t hold back,” I order. Then I give him back the words he gave me last night. “Look at me, Ash. Eyes on me while you come.”
His eyes flash and I dive back on his cock, keeping my gaze locked with his while I bob up and down on his length, speeding up when I hear his breath start to catch. Like I saw him do last night, I grasp his balls, rolling them in my hand while I swallow him down. He gasps out a breath and I know he’s close when he cups my cheek with one of his hands and tries to pull away, but I grab his ass with my other hand, keeping him in my mouth.
“Juliette. I can’t…I’m going to…shit, baby I’m gonnna come.” His legs start to shake, and I slide my mouth up, sucking hard on his tip. He comes in a full body shudder, groaning as his release fills my mouth and slides down my throat. I stay with him until he gives me everything he has. Then I let him slip out of my mouth, my gaze still on his as I swipe my thumb over the side of my lips, catching a drop of his cum and sucking my thumb into my mouth.
I think that might do him in because he reaches down and hauls me up, lifting me straight up into his arms, covering my mouth with his, and toppling us both back onto the bare mattress. He kisses me breathless before ripping his mouth from mine and sucking in oxygen.
“Holy fuck, Juliette. You know how to suck a cock. You sucked my soul right out of my body.”
I grin and shrug. “You know how I hate to be bad at anything.”
He laughs, breathlessly. “A-plus. Gold star. Gold medal. Best head of my life.”
Then he hugs me tightly, raining kisses all over my face while I giggle, and I love every damn thing about this morning.