23. Asher
Asher
Ikind of want Rae to fight back a little.
To test out the threat and see what I would do.
She may want to deny being a good girl, but she knows she is.
That’s why she keeps her bright blue eyes locked on mine while rising to her knees on the kitchen stool, making us eye level before she turns around.
I push her back so she has to catch herself on her elbows on the counter, then crowd her body with mine while I snake my right hand into her waistband to feel how wet she already is.
I want to know what the fuck happened, who would be leaving her something at her front door and why she looked so scared, I don’t want to open the door to talking about myself, and it’s clear what we both want right now is this.
It was clear what we both wanted when I cornered her earlier and when she texted me her address before we left.
“Did you tell your boyfriend you were leaving with me?” I ask, sliding my hand lower to see how wet she is.
The pads of my finger grazes over her clit, and she lurches forward, already so sensitive and I’ve barely even touched her.
“Do you like that? Like me asking about him while I’m the one touching you? ”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she denies, but it’s the only thing she denies.
I move my hand lower, finding her soaked while I tease her entrance. “He’s not? Do you want him to be?”
She moans, her head falling back against me as I press the tip of my middle finger into her, feeling her arousal.
“I don’t know,” Rae sighs.
“You don’t know? That seems like your answer to a lot of questions.”
“I don’t know a lot of things,” she moans absentmindedly and I chuckle before removing my hand from her. She lets out a whine of protest, and I pull down her jeans, just enough that her bare ass is here tempting me.
I groan at the sight, wanting to do so many things with her, wishing I had more hands, more of me to experience it all at once. But also wanting to be selfish and not share her with a single soul.
And tonight I don’t have to.
I push her legs apart as wide as they can go with her jeans around her knees, keeping her trapped like this.
Kneeling on a chair, bent over the counter, perky ass on full display for me.
Looking way too perfect for me. I’m going to ruin her, drag her down to the depths and not even care because she’ll be down there with me.
“There’s one thing you know,” I tell her, leaning over her back and sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh.
“What’s that?”
“That you want me right now.”
“You seem so sure of that,” she retorts weakly while I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Well, your dripping cunt doesn’t lie.” I push my middle finger into her again, curling it to rub against her inner walls.
“She’s a traitor.”
I chuckle. “No, she just likes the way I touch her. Do you think she’ll like my cock more than my fingers?”
“You should find out.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
I add another finger into her, curling them both because I need to make sure she’s ready for me. While she’s so lost in her pleasure I want to know one more thing.
“Are you so needy that you would want more than one cock?”
I keep pumping my fingers and slowly, carefully, move my left hand up to her throat. Using the grip there I turn her head toward me. Her mouth is open while she pants as her release builds and my palm finds her clit to help get her there.
“Tell me, good girl. Do you want us both?”
“Yes,” she breathes out so quiet, I almost don’t even hear her.
“Want us at the same time?”
“Fuck Asher,” she moans, trying to drop her head, but I tighten my grip on her throat, keeping her in place.
“Tell me,” I demand roughly, fucking her even harder with my hand.
“Yes. Please, oh my God ah,” Rae moans so loudly if she had neighbors close by I would think they could hear her. She tightens around my fingers so tight I’m lightheaded by the thought of how she’s going to feel doing the same to my cock.
“Fuck, there you go,” I groan, working her through the orgasm.
As soon as she starts to feel boneless, I pull my hand away, using my stronger arm to haul her onto the counter, kicking away the stool that’s now in my way.
Rae gasps as soon as her ass hits the stone, but I’m ripping her pants the rest of the way off her body while she reaches for my shirt, trying to get it off as quickly as possible.
“Eager?” I taunt, helping her with my shirt, pulling it off with one hand while she reaches down trying to undo my pants.
Once she has them unbuttoned and is trying to reach in, I grab her wrists to stop her, and she gives me an annoyed look.
“Aren’t you wanting me to figure out who I am?” She tilts her head to the side.
“And you think you’re going to do that by fucking me?” I ask, humorously.
Rae shrugs. “Maybe, only one way to find out.”
“I’m not like Grayson,” I clarify.
“I know you’re not.”
“I’m not sweet and gentle.”
“I know.”
“I’m not going to be nice to you.”
“I don’t want you to be.”
“I’m not going to cuddle afterwards.”
“Good.”
I examine her, trying to see if she’s fucking with me. But the only thing I see is honesty and desperate lust written all over her. Pink flushed cheeks, red hair a mess, bottom lip so full I’m dying to sink my teeth into it.
“If it’s too much you tell me,” I tell her.
“I can handle anything.”
I smirk. “That’s what I like to hear, good girl, but if you need to stop you say it.”
“Like a safe word?”
I nod. “Yes, Exactly, a safe word.”
Reaching forward, I lift her shirt, and she raises her arms to make it easier for me.
“Birth control?” I ask because I don’t know how much longer I can handle standing right here like this and not being inside her.
“On it. Tests?”
I can’t help the small laugh I let out. “Clear.”
“Me too. I really don’t ever do this.”
“Trust me, good girl, I know.”
She scrunches her face, and I know she may not like that, but that’s too bad. She is good. I may end up ruining her, but for now she’s still good.
“If I want you and Grayson, I don’t know how good that makes me.”
“Who cares?” I shrug. “Rule number one about figuring yourself out is to not give a fuck about what anyone thinks.”
“My entire life is giving a fuck about what people think,” she admits.
I lean forward, stepping between her legs; she opens for me easily and I grab her thighs to spread even further apart. “Maybe it’s time you stop.”
She looks at me, eyes wide. “You’re pretty insightful for someone who claims not to give a fuck.”
I shake my head and push my pants down because this has taken a serious turn. I have to distract us both. I meant what I said. I’m not sweet, nice, and gentle. And I want her to know that.
“I don’t,” I tell her seriously right before positioning the head of my dick at her entrance and pushing into her with a single powerful thrust that has her crying out. Not even giving her a chance to adjust to the piercings I have along my shaft.
I grab a fistful of her hair, gripping tightly while I pull out of her to push in once again roughly.
She tightens around me, and I have to focus on not blowing too soon.
Using my grip on her hair, I hold her in place as our lips crash together in a kiss that matches the roughness of me fucking her.
She kisses me back just as fiercely. She gives as good as she gets and when I sink my teeth into her bottom lip she squeals, and responds by digging her nails into my back. I groan at the pain, kissing her even deeper and fucking her even harder.
I pull her mouth away from mine and guide her to lay back on the counter, taking in her gorgeous body laid out on here like she’s my own personal feast. I thrust into her, fully seating myself inside her wet heat and stay still, both to take a minute to hold back my release and to take in the sight of her like this.
Especially the place we’re connected. I slide my hand up her thigh, to her pussy, rubbing her clit, then higher, trailing her arousal up her stomach to her chest.
“Look how wet you are, soaking my cock and making a mess of yourself,” I tell her, pinching one of her nipples between my fingers, causing her to arch up. I tweak the peaked bud, then move to the other to do the same while she moans and writhes under me.
“Asher, please,” she pleads.
“Please what?”
“Please move.” She swivels her hips trying to get some friction. I smile, continuing to move my hand higher up to her throat, collaring it once again.
“Aw, look at you. So desperate, even when you have my cock in your tight little cunt, it’s not enough for you.”
She whines, trying to move even more. “Please Asher.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to be nice.”
She groans, and I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off the noise so it turns into more of a squeak.
“Or gentle.”
I pull back again, thrusting forward while keeping a solid grip on her throat. Watching the way her chest bounces each time our hips collide. Seeing her like this, feeling her around me, underneath me, I follow through on my word as I fuck her, almost brutally.
“Look at you taking my cock like this, like it was fucking made for you,” I grind out.
Rae tries to meet my thrusts, but I’m holding her down hard enough she can hardly move. Her throat vibrates with a moan against my palm. I bring my free hand to her clit to rub the sensitive bud while keeping up the rough thrusts into her.
“This what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked and used like a toy?”
She moans, nodding and tightening even more around me. She’s close, I can feel the muscles in her legs start to shake. Her wetness soaking my cock and running down my thighs.
“You like that? Are you going to come all over me? Show me how such a dirty desperate slut likes to be fucked?”
“Oh my God,” Rae moans while her orgasm consumes her. I keep touching her and talking her through the release while she shakes and convulses.
I’m holding on by a thread, the way she squeezes me, my own orgasm is impending, but I want to prolong this as long as possible.
Once Rae’s muscles relax, I feel like I can’t hold back anymore.
I pull out of her, groaning as my entire body tightens.
I let go of her to wrap my fist around myself, pumping my dick several times before I’m moaning with release.
Ropes of cum coat her skin. I watch as it covers her stomach, slipping down toward her pussy.
While I’m catching my breath, I look up to see her on her elbows, looking down at herself where my cum is. I expect her to freak out, jump up to clean herself up. But instead, she swipes her finger through it. Then, brings that finger up to her mouth and sucks it between her lips.
I groan, my dick jumping, already wanting to get inside her again.
“Still think I’m a good girl?” she taunts.
I huff, a small smile spreading on my face. “You are, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”