Chapter 14
fourteen
Emma
Holy freaking shiitake mushrooms. Asher’s penis is freaking huge. I didn’t want to sound like one of the naive girls from my books, but that monster is not going inside me easily. He’s going to have to jam it in. Thank heavens I’m not a virgin.
Everything he’s done to me on this bed has blown my mind. When he finally let me orgasm, my vision blanked, and the room filled with an entire galaxy of stars. Asher was the only thing keeping me from floating away.
Ash tears open the condom with his teeth—why is that so freaking sexy? Holy cow. I wonder if he’ll make all my book fantasies come to life? He’s knocked a couple off the list already. Who knew I’d like a butt plug? I sure as frack didn’t. And he made me say the “F” word.
He sheathes his dick and climbs back onto the bed, between my legs.
“Baby, I need you naked. Either you take your shirt and bra off or I will.”
I should do it, but I like his control, being his good girl. So much for women’s liberation. “You can do it.”
Asher’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he helps me sit up on the bed. His hands slide up my sides, bringing the shirt with them, then he pulls it over my head and down my arms. After tossing it over the side of the bed, he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra.
Without thinking, I cross my hands over my chest. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone, except a doctor. My limited experience with sex means I wore a sleep shirt and we were under the covers in the dark. Not very exciting or satisfying.
“Be a good girl and lower your arms. You won’t hide from me, baby. All of your body is mine, and you’re so beautiful you take my breath away.”
He’s lying to make me feel better. He has to be, right? No one’s told me I’m beautiful before.
“Whatever thought you just had, kick it to the curb. I will always be honest with you, even if I know you won’t like it. If I say something, I mean it. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” A flicker of disappointment flashes in his eyes. Or maybe I’m mistaken—hopefully. All thoughts fly away when his hot mouth sucks on my nipple. Fudgsicles.
As he’s sucking one, he’s kneading my other breast. When he pinches the nipple, my back arches off the bed. It feels so good. My hands find their way to his shoulders. I’m holding him so tightly that my nails dig into the skin of his back.
“Just like that, baby. Show me what you like,” he murmurs against my nipple, before biting it. Then he moves to the other one, licking, sucking, biting.
I’m going to have marks all over my fair skin tomorrow.
“Stop thinking and feel,” he scolds me with a slap to my breast.
“Oh God…”
“That’s it, Raindrop. Feel the pain and the pleasure.” He bites me again, harder this time, and I pull on his shoulders. I need more. I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but he seems to know instinctively.
He forges a path from my breasts over my stomach, nibbling and licking my skin, leaving little marks and reddened skin from his beard.
Finally, he’s where I want him—at my core.
I’m aching for him. My vagina clenches, aching to be filled.
Instead, he just rubs his face against my mound.
“I love that you’re bare for me. Do you shave or wax? ”
Oh God. Really? Why is he asking me questions now?
Another slap to my breast brings me out of my head. “Umm, I usually shave. I don’t like someone else down there.”
“Mmm, I’ll be shaving you from now on.”
He’s going to what? No fracking way. “I can do it.”
“I know, but I will. It’s another rule.”
I roll my eyes. This is a rule? Shaving my nether regions? Seriously? How is that about safety related? I’m thinking of asking him, but his smirk tells me he’s enjoying this way too much.
“No rolling your eyes at me—that’s another rule.”
“You’re just making stuff up now,” I grouse. I want the sex he promised. He’s dragging this out on purpose, just like the orgasm denial earlier.
“I’m not. Power exchange, remember. You can use your safe word, or…”
Grrr. He’s taunting me. We both know it.
I wonder what response he’s trying to get out of me.
Because I’m about to say, “frack it,” and get my vibrator.
If his brothers packed up my stuff, it should be here somewhere.
Oh God. Did they see it? Maybe they didn’t, since it was buried in my sleeping bag.
I’ll never be able to look at them again.
A sharp slap to my labia shocks an “eek” out of me. “What was that for?”
“Not paying attention.”
He’s right, not that I’ll admit it. I swear, he brings out the worst in me. “Sorry, Sir. But I thought we were going to have sex.”
“Who’s in charge here, Raindrop?”
“You are, Sir.”
Asher’s smirks are epic, and this one is no different. “Exactly. I’m taking my time to learn all of you. Are you so desperate for my cock, you can’t wait?”
“I can wait.”
His chuckle makes me squirm. Maybe I am desperate for him.
“Good girl.”
Dang it. He just had to say those words. I need to make my own rules and make him stop saying them. Then, I close my eyes and let myself feel his hands and lips on me.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes.”
“Bossy much?” Another slap to my labia makes me gasp, and more wetness leaks out of my core. Dang it.
“Dominant, remember?”
I squeeze my lips shut and nod. Internally, I’m crossing my fingers for him to bury himself inside me sooner than later. How does he make me so needy?
Asher licks me from my clit to the plug, then sits up, lifting my calves to rest on his forearms. Then he drags his penis through my labia, coating it in my juices. It’s fracking hot. He does it again, this time rubbing the head against my swollen clit.
His gaze meets mine as he rubs his shaft against the opening to my vagina, then thrusts all the way in one deep stroke.
It’s so big. Too thick. It hurts. Then it doesn’t.
“Okay, baby?”
I can’t make words right now, so I just nod.
His smile warms my heart as he slowly pulls out and then thrusts back in. While he’s pumping a steady rhythm, nerves inside me come to life. I clench around him, wanting more.
“Faster, please.”
His grunt is my only answer. His hips pivot faster against me. Then he hits a spot inside me I thought was a fairy tale. Goosebumps rise on my arms, and my breath catches in my throat. “I’m going to…”
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you soak my cock. Come now.”
That’s all it takes for me to shatter around him, screaming his name so loud I hope his brothers can’t hear me.
I’m still coming down from the intense orgasm when he lifts my legs higher. Sweat beads on his chest, and his expression flashes with something between desire and relief. He thrusts one more time and pulses inside me, groaning, “Fuck.”
Asher rests his forehead against mine as we catch our breath. I hope he likes to cuddle because I really need to wrap myself around him like a sloth. When he pushes up, I whimper.
“Easy, baby. I need to take care of the condom. I’ll only be a second.” Then he pulls the sheath off and ties it in a knot, carrying it into the bathroom. A moment later, I hear water running, then he’s back on the bed.
“What are you doing?” I reach for the washcloth in his hand, but he pulls it away.
“My job. It’s called aftercare, but even if it wasn’t, I take care of what’s mine. Get used to it, Raindrop.”
As I drop my hand back onto the bed, I don’t know whether I should feel mortified or thrilled that he wants to take such intimate care of me. I guess it shouldn’t be a big deal since he’s already cleaned me up after using the toilet.
Asher is gentle as he cleans my sensitive skin, then removes the butt plug I’d forgotten about, and drops it off the side of the bed. There’s probably a pile of stuff there now. Then he lies down on the bed and pulls me into his arms. Ahh, exactly what I needed.
My head rests on his chest, and his heart beats steadily against my ear.
It’s soothing. I move my hand near my chin, caressing his muscles.
I’ve never felt so safe or loved, which is ridiculous since this was just sex.
People don’t fall in love right away. Besides, Asher isn’t exactly the loving type—nope, he’s my grumpy Ashbear.
Even though, right now, he feels more like a teddy bear.
“Are you okay, Em?” Asher’s voice is the gentlest I’ve ever heard it.
“I’m amazing. You’re incredible. I didn’t know it could feel that way…” Sure, they describe it like that in books, but I know that’s just made up in the author’s mind. It’s not really earth-shattering, mind-blowing, ecstasy-inducing… I’m sure I could come up with a bunch more adjectives if I tried.
“That was nothing, baby. It will get so much better as I learn what you like. But I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed it.”
“Understatement of the century. If it gets better than this, I’m never going want to get out of bed.”
Asher bursts into laughter. A real honest-to-God, belly laugh that shakes us both. It’s like the sky erupts with happiness and rain sparkles down on me. It’s the best sound in the world, or maybe second best after hearing him groan my name as he came.
“Don’t tempt me. I’d love nothing more than to keep you tied to my bed forever.”
That’s just after-sex talk, right? Surely, he doesn’t really mean all the things he’s been saying about me being his. But it might be kind of wonderful if he does.