Chapter 15
Claire
“Is that so?” I lick my lips on instinct.
His eyes dart to my mouth. Then, without a word, he sweeps me off the sofa.
I yelp in surprise as my world tilts.
“Shh,” he reprimands as he adjusts me so my legs are looped around him. “You’ll wake up Bea before I’ve had a chance to prove how good I can make you feel.”
My thighs clench around his waist, an ache already forming in my core.
He carries me to my room and quietly closes and locks the door behind us with one hand, then eases me onto my bed. His pupils nearly eclipse his irises as he hovers over me. He looks feral. His ’stache is giving “I’m here to eat your kitty” vibes.
I’m so fucking ready for it.
Wrapping my legs around him again, I pull him in so his chest is flush against mine. And that’s when I get another sample of what we’re working with.
When he grinds against my core, my lips part and he swallows my gasp with his mouth. His tongue claims dominance over mine, the way he takes control only fanning the flames inside me.
Eyes closed, I undulate my hips, luxuriating in his hardness. Fuck, this friction feels nice.
He releases our kiss, resting his forehead on mine. “Shit. Claire. I’m gonna come in my pants if you don’t stop.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I breathe. And I mean it.
“What? Me jizzing in my pants like a fucking teenager?”
I nod.
“You’re weird.” He chuckles.
“Not weird. Just horny.”
With my lips on his again, I grind into him harder. Just as I’m about to slip my hand into his joggers, he slides down my body and tucks his fingers under my waistband.
“May I?”
“Please.” I don’t mean for it to sound so desperate, but here we are.
He smirks. “So well-mannered.”
“I could say the same about you,” I tease.
“Would you rather I be less polite?”
A breathy “yes” has barely left my lips before he’s yanking my pants and underwear off in one fell swoop and tossing them onto the floor.
I scoot up so my head rests against a pillow, knees bent, my feet blocking what he wants.
With a wicked determination in his eyes, he crawls onto the mattress. He sits back on his haunches and grasps my shins, his thumbs digging into my calves. “Can I see your pussy?”
When I’ve nodded my consent, he slowly spreads my legs apart like a curtain, revealing the most intimate part of my body.
He swipes a hand down his face. “Fuck, Claire. It’s pretty. Even better than I imagined.”
Suddenly, a wave of bashfulness washes over me. I want this, I do, but this position—splayed out before him—is a vulnerable one.
Lying on his stomach, he positions his head between my legs. He plants a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other, his mustache tickling the sensitive skin there. The warmth inside me grows. What will it feel like against my pussy?
He nips my skin, and I flinch, startled.
That’s enough to have him pulling back and making eye contact. “This okay?”
“Mmm.” I hum my approval, my eyes locked with his. “C’mon, Greer. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
He grins into my flesh. “And here I thought doctors were supposed to be patient.”
I clamp my thighs together, trapping his head in a warning. “Let’s. Go. Greer.”
When I release my grip, he rests his head against my leg and presses a fingertip to my opening. “Look how wet you are.”
He slips the tip in but pulls it out before I have a chance to fully enjoy the sensation. He paints my clit in my arousal, then dips back inside for more. He does this over and over until I grab his wrist, sealing his finger inside me, like a cork to a bottle of wine.
“Tell me how to make you come,” he whispers.
“Tongue. Use your tongue.” I relax my hands at the hem of my shirt.
He removes his finger and replaces it with his tongue. Just the tip at first, but after a moment, he spreads it flat against my entire center.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“You like that?”
A slew of incoherent words rushes out of my mouth as I nod, my eyes falling shut.
He blows against my pussy, then alternates between flicking and sucking, keeping me guessing for what may come next.
“Fingers. Use your fingers,” I direct.
He puts two digits in his mouth, coating them with his saliva, then slides them inside me.
“What else do you like, Claire?”
“F-fuck me with your fingers. Please.” I thrust against his hand and tongue, my fingers gripping his hair, anchoring him to my core. I’m most likely smothering him with my cunt, but I don’t care. I’m too fucking close.
“That’s it. Keep going. Please don’t stop,” I cry.
Asher picks up the pace, fucking me hard and fast with his fingers while sucking delicately on my clit. The juxtaposition is maddening.
“Yes, yes. I’m gonna come.” I moan much louder than intended.
“Shh. You have to stay quiet.” He nips at my thigh but doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers.
Heart racing, I clutch the spare pillow beside me and clamp it over my face. Just in time, too, because in the next second, he takes me over the edge, and a surprising primal sound launches from my lungs. My stomach spasms and my cunt grips his fingers as I unravel against his mouth.
My movements cause his mustache to brush against my sensitive clit, and my body spasms again.
Slowly, he slides his fingers out, and he gently massages my thigh as I come down from my euphoria.
I’m still breathing heavily into the pillow when the bed dips on my right.
Asher removes the pillow, and when I finally peer over at him, his head is propped up on his hand, a smug expression plastered on his face.
“You were right.” I sigh in feigned defeat. “You’re so not bad in bed.”
“Told you.” He drags me into him, his hard cock pushing against my thigh.
Shoving his chest so he’s flat on his back, I roll over to straddle him, my hands landing on his ribs. He’s long and thick beneath me, much bigger than the toys I own, making me curious about what it will be like when he eventually slips inside me.
“We still haven’t decided what we’re going to tell your brother,” he says, his fingertips teasing the skin just beneath my shirt.
“Please don’t talk about my brother in the bedroom.”
He huffs a laugh. “Fair enough. But I do need to text the guys back. What should I say?”
Though it’s still a little sensitive, I rub my clit against him. The friction from the soft fabric of his joggers sends a thrill through me. “Just tell them it was a one-time thing and it’ll never happen again.”
He quirks a brow. “You don’t want them to know about us?”
“Do you?” I challenge. “The two of them are super protective, and this thing between us is just for fun, right?”
He dips his chin. “Right.”
“And you saw your sister’s text. She can be…”
“Dramatic,” he finishes for me.
“Exactly. Isn’t summer camp all about playing games and having fun? Let’s just have some sexy fun.” I waggle my brows. “We don’t need to make a big deal out of it. Neither of us is looking for anything serious, so there’s no reason to involve them.”
“Sounds like a win-win to me,” he says, thrusting against me.
“So it’s settled,” I nearly moan. “Sexy fun for the win.”
“Speaking of winning…”
Before we even get started again, there’s a loud thud, followed by footsteps, and the door across the hall creaks open.
“Fuck.” Asher groans, dropping his head back.
My door is locked, but it’s only a matter of minutes, if that, before Bea comes looking for us. Fast as lightning, I scurry off his lap and pick up my pants and underwear from the floor.
Asher rolls off the bed begrudgingly, and as he straightens, I get an eyeful of my arousal smeared across the front of his pants.
“Hey, Greer.”
He turns his attention to me.
“It looks like you peed your pants.”