Chapter 26 #2
“Woohoooo!” They all celebrate as we reach them, but Asher keeps me in place.
“Tonight, has been great, but that was definitely my favourite part,” Corden laughs.
“Mine too,” Piper chips in. Jacob stays silent but I notice a glint of approval.
“We are off,” Asher says to Jacob. “You have Pip?”
“Always,” Jacob nods.
“I am right here you know,” Piper crosses her hands over her chest.
“I know, only making sure you are safe,” Asher places a hand on her shoulder before turning us towards the door. I wave my goodbye as Corden winks at me. Piper holds up two thumbs, but I don’t see Deena. She must have gone to the bathroom.
Since he doesn’t plan on letting me walk, I get comfortable. My palm coming to my chin and my elbow resting on his firm back.
He doesn’t say where we are headed, but from the trail of his fingers up my thighs and hovering just at the skin where my backside meets, the delicious shiver tells me I am going to enjoy every minute of it.
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The walk from the ballroom to his room in Lancaster house goes by in mere seconds. I don’t know if it was my mind running through what happened at the beginning of the night or being lost in the sea of possibilities for where it will end.
His deep scent surrounds me like a blanket on a cold day as we pass through his door and into a darkened hallway.
He silently keeps walking and I take in my surroundings as he does.
This is nothing like my room. This is huge and has amenities that I am guessing don’t get given to just any student, this is purely because of his family name.
The hallway opens out into a small living space with a fireplace and a sofa, a dark wooden table with a few chairs, a kitchenette with a small fridge and a separate door that I think leads to his bedroom and bathroom.
It feels very worn in and comfortable and completely different to what I would have expected of him.
He slowly puts me down and when our eyes meet, there is a hunger in them I am sure mirrors my own. When his gaze glances down to my chest his jaw clenches, but not in a good way. When I quickly look down, I see why.
There is a red blotch with a small trickle of dried blood from where Darcy poked me.
“It’s fine,”
He shakes his head. “It’s not fine. No one gets to mark you but me,” His gruff voice sends a shiver up my spine and a bolt of lightning down to the apex of my thighs.
Then without another word his head dips down as his hands come to my hips.
I gasp as his lips meet my chest, right over the small cut.
The softness of his lips adding to my growing arousal.
When his warm tongue swipes over my skin I almost combust, I feel my heart pounding behind my ribs like it wants out of my body and I have to clutch onto his shoulders to stay standing.
I have never wanted anyone this much. Never in my life have I felt this alive, and it is a feeling I could easily become addicted to.
After his tongue swipes, he sucks down hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. His mark.
I am a goner as I nearly come on the spot from just his mouth on me.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I say breathlessly.
He chuckles as he pulls away. “There, that’s better,”
I look back down, and sure enough, a larger red bruise has formed.
The flip my stomach does at being claimed in such a caveman way should anger me, but it doesn’t.
The possessiveness of it does the exact opposite, making me want to devour him.
Which is exactly what I do when I pull his head down to me and I smash my lips to his.
This isn’t soft and romantic, not even passionate, its desperate.
A need to get as close to him as possible, and he meets me with just as much.
When I press my body to his, chasing his warmth, I feel his hard length pressed up against my stomach.
My thighs clench at the groan he releases into my mouth as I roll my body over his groin.
I pull away and he immediately tries to follow, until I push at his chest.
“What is it?” He asks with furrowed brows, lips swollen and looking completely mine.
I smirk and drop to my knees in from of him, his pupils blow in surprise as I pull the straps of my dress down, making sure I keep eye contact.
When the fabric pools around my waist and he notices I went braless, he groans. It sounds both painful and excited.
“Fuck me Rue, you are going to be the death of me,” He lifts my chin softly. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you,” I take my hand and rub up the front of his zipper.
His pupils blow as his Adams apple bobs.
“Then get to it little vixen,” I smirk as I unzip his pants, the sounds vibrating through the silence, and I clench my thighs.
“Don’t worry baby,” He chuckles. “After you take every drop of come I have to give you like a good girl, I will repay the favour,”
Oh shit. My mouth waters at the thought.
“Now take it out,” He demands.
I reach into his boxers and feel my eyes widen at what I find. I assumed a man with his confidence would have the size to go with it, but sheesh. I pull him out and swipe my thumb across the tip where it glistens with precum.
I look back up into his waiting stare as I flatten my tongue against the underside of his cock, licking from base to tip. The moan that escapes his lips is music to my ears, spurring me on to make this the best blowjob he has ever had in his life.
When I reach the tip, I place him in my mouth and hollow out my cheeks as I slowly allow him into the back of my throat.
“Oh fuuuuuck,” He groans, and I decide I want every sound, forever. Just for me. No one else. I want to be the only person to get this side of him.
I start to move my head up and down his length, relaxing my throat so he can go deeper and deeper. I feel the wetness in my thong increase and my clit throbs.
I need more.
I reach for his hands and place them into my hair, encouraging him to take control. I am desperate for it.
He smirks. “Do you want me to fuck your face baby, hmm?” He wraps my hair in his fists, tight enough to sting and I moan in pleasure.
“You were made for me Ruella,” He starts to take over, pushing his hips forward and pulling my head to meet every thrust. “You have no idea how stunning you look with your lips wrapped around my cock, eyes watering and practically humping the floor,” His pace takes on a punishing rhythm, as he chases the pleasure.
I moan again, this time louder as I place my fingers over the material between my legs and rubbing circles around my sensitive clit.
Asher pushes himself so far down my throat, my nose flattens against his stomach.
“Oh no you don’t,” He chuckles as he pauses his thrusts. “You get to come when I say you can and that will either be on my tongue or cock,” I can’t breathe. Drool is slipping out the sides of my mouth and his grip in my hair is painful. Yet, I fucking love it.
I remove my hand and place both palms on top of my thighs as he pulls out. I choke and gag, but it all adds to the pleasure. “That’s my good girl,”
This man. That mouth. Shit.
“You want me to take care of you baby?” He gazes down at me, fully clothed while I am a horny mess. I am exactly where I want to be I decide as I nod. “Then open that pretty mouth,”
I do as I am told and open wide, never dropping eye contact as he holds my head where he wants me, and rubs his length, chest heaving as he chases his release.
“Keep it in your mouth until I say so,” He gets out before grunting and shuddering as his come fills my mouth.
“uhmmm,” his jaw clenches. “You look so perfectly mine,” He lowers down before me, hand coming to my throat lightly holding. “Now swallow,”
And I do.
His hand moving with my throat as his come slides down it. The action so filthy, but only ends up flooding my thong with more arousal.
Then he slams his mouth on me, clearly not bothered about tasting himself in the process.
One minute I am on my knees, the next, I am slammed up against his closed bedroom door as he rips the rest of my dress off, pulling my thong down trailing kisses across my stomach. I am now stood naked, all apart from my black stilettos, that I go to slide off.
“Keep them on,’ he says against my hip, my head hitting the door on a groan as he lowers before me.
“You don’t understand how long I have wanted to taste this pussy,” He runs his forefinger through my folds, and I buck against him. I need more.
He chuckles.
“Patience baby,” He lifts one leg and puts it over his shoulder. “We have all night. And I plan on savouring every second of it,” He starts kissing up my thigh, almost reaching my centre but pulling away last minute.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please what?” He grins as his hand trails up my other thigh.
“Please Asher,”
“Tell me what you need,”
“You know exactly what I need,” I huff.
“I want to hear you say it,” His lips hover over my clit, his breath tickling my core. “I want you to beg,”
I look down at him, his beautiful face half lit up by the moonlight the other darkened like a demon. I can’t help but think if he was here to drag me to hell, I would happily go with him. I think I would go with him anywhere at his point.
“Please make me come Asher,” I whimper.
Then his mouth is on me, tongue swiping through my folds as I grind and moan.
He groans against my pussy, the vibration adding to all the sensations.
As he picks up the pace, circling my clit, two of his fingers enter me.
The sudden intrusion pushing me higher and higher, the peak almost in reach.
His fingers thrust in and out, hitting the special spot inside that has me seeing stars.
“Play with those perfect tits of yours,” He murmurs with his mouth on me.
I grip and roll my nipple with one hand and the other reaches out to grab his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to me.
I roll my hips as he finger fucks me and the slow build is almost painful.
“That’s it baby, you’re almost there. Come in my mouth.”
That’s all it takes to make me shatter.
And come in his mouth is exactly what I do.