Chapter 23 #3
He let out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the mattress. I worked my fingers deeper, searching around for that spot. He was tight—more than I thought he’d be.
How long had it been since Asher had been with anyone?
However long ago it was, I was ready to erase their memories from his mind and replace it with this one.
I moved my fingers apart to scissor them inside him, working him open just a little more. His hips twitched to shove them deeper, a small bead of precum wetting his stomach.
“That’s it,” I breathed. “That’s my good boy.”
He shivered at the words, his back arching just slightly off the bed. “Wilder...”
His voice broke on my name, soft and pleading, sounding beautiful, and I swear to god, it undid me completely.
My fingers made a slick sound when I pulled them out of him, his hole puckering as he tried to tighten around nothing. A whiney noise tumbled out of him, one of his hands letting go of his leg to nudge at me gently.
I snatched his ankle into a tight hold, bringing it up to my mouth to nip at. His wet hole glistened in the light, soft and ready for me.
Asher was beautiful. Spread wide open for me like that.
All for me.
Letting go of his leg, I let it drop back down onto the bed to grab the condom next to him. I ripped it open with my teeth, tossing the wrapper to the side, and then brought the sheath to stretch it over the head of my cock and then slowly roll it down.
He reached for me when I moved closer to him, using both his hands to drag my lips to his as I lined myself up with his needy hole and began sinking in. His lips parted wide, his tongue gliding against mine as I slid into him, only stopping when my hips met the firm press of his ass.
Asher dug his fingertips into my back, anchoring me in place as I began to move.
His nails bit in just enough to sting—a perfect contrast to the heat of his skin pressed flush against mine.
I began to move slowly, carefully, not rushing it, even though every muscle in my body screamed to chase after the blinding pleasure that waited for me.
His breath stuttered out of him in short, unsteady bursts, his chest rising and falling against mine. Another moan spilled from his mouth, only to be swallowed by my kiss.
I could feel the tremble in his thighs when he wrapped them around me, the way he clenched his hole with every roll of my hips, tight and warm and perfect in a way that made my brain white out.
He fit around me like he was made for me. Every inch of him welcomed me in, greedy and giving all at once.
Here, like this, we weren’t boss and employee. We weren’t separated by almost a decade and a half or the weight of what could happen if anyone ever found out.
We weren’t Wilder Boone, ranch owner, and Asher Torres, the newest hire.
We were just... us.
I moved deeper, slow, dragging myself back only to push in again with a groan I couldn’t hold back. Those brown eyes were wide and hazy, filled with something more than just lust.
I dropped my forehead against his. “You okay?”
He nodded, his nails digging in harder. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I nearly laughed. I couldn’t even if I tried.
I didn’t know what this was, or how it started from wanting to get him into my bed and fuck him to shifting into something more serious, some kind of deep connection forming without me even realizing.
Questioning it now seemed foolish, even if in the back of my mind something nagged at me.
Lifting up just enough to wedge my hand between our slick, sweat-damp bodies, I found him hard and twitching, right on the edge. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him in time with the rhythm of my hips, coaxing him there and pushing him right over.
It didn’t take long.
Asher’s breath caught in his throat. He tilted his head back, mouth parting as he let go with a choked-off cry, spilling his hot release all over my hand. The sight of him like that was more than enough to shatter whatever fragile hold I’d had on myself.
His body clenched around me, unbearably tight, and I couldn’t stop the way my hips snapped forward, burying myself as deep as I could go.
I came hard enough that it blanked out everything for a second.
My vision fuzzed white at the edges, every nerve ending lighting up until I felt nothing but raw sensations and the man trembling beneath me.
I collapsed against him as the last pulse of pleasure worked its way out of me. His limbs curled around me instinctively, arms wrapping around my shoulders and legs staying looped around my waist like he didn’t want to let go.
I didn’t want him to.
He brushed his lips against the side of my face as he murmured something—soft and low, too quiet to make out. I didn’t need the words to understand the sentiment behind them, though. The intimacy in his tone said it all.
I turned my head slightly, pressing my lips into the side of his neck, breathing him in as the world slowly settled back into place around us.
Whatever was going on between us—this messy, intense, rule-breaking connection—I wasn’t ready to give it up anytime soon.
Crazy as it may be, I didn’t think he was, either.