Chapter 19
Claire
Splayed out before me, all masculine and muscular, Asher says, “What am I going to do with you?”
“Do? It doesn’t look like you’ll do much in this position.”
Playing with this man is the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time. I cannot believe he let me tie him to the fucking bed. Who does that?
“I don’t need my hands to play with your pussy. Or my feet. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He waggles his brow.
“Oh my god. That is so not my fetish.” I cringe, though I quickly wipe the expression from my face. “Wait. Is it yours?”
“Baby, you can touch me however and wherever you want.”
A thrill shoots through me, even as I laugh. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”
“And you’re still wearing too many clothes.”
With my attention fixed on him, I take my time slithering my panties down my legs, then unhooking my bra and dramatically letting the straps fall off my shoulders.
As the lace peels away and exposes my breasts, Asher’s eyes widen with lust and he clenches his fists, the move making his biceps contract.
I’ve been self-conscious about my small breasts for as long as I can remember.
When mine stopped growing in eighth grade and everyone around me graduated to a C-cup and beyond, I was super jealous, so I’d stuff my bra with plastic bags of pudding because tissues weren’t realistic enough.
As an adult, I’ve invested in quite the collection of push-up bras.
I typically keep them on during hookups, but I’m not the least bit insecure about my body around Asher.
When I straddle his lap, he commands, “Grab the headboard.”
“What? The instructions said for me to do what I want.”
“Then let me rephrase that. Claire, do you want your clit sucked?”
I nod, my core pulsing.
“Good. Now grab the fucking headboard and sit on my face, woman.”
I leave a trail of arousal on his smooth skin as I crawl up his stomach and chest. When I’ve steadied myself on the wrought iron, I peer down at him.
His eyes crinkle at the sides in a way that can only be described as hypnotic. “I said—” he begins, but I cut him off, smothering his words with my cunt.
I am a rule-follower, after all.
One lick and I’m sent into another dimension.
My hips dance the foxtrot with his tongue—slow-quick-quick-slow.
This is a master class in mustache rides.
Holy hell.
Someone sign me up for the lifetime membership because this man can eat.
“Fuck, Ash. Fuck, that’s good.”
He hums against my core, sending a chill through my entire body. He brings me nearly to the edge quickly, but I’m not ready to come yet. So I lift my hips, stopping him.
Asher gasps for air, his lips and chin soaked. “What are you doing? I wasn’t done.”
Without responding, I shimmy back down his body. With my hands on his chest for balance, I slide my slickness over his hard length. Back and forth, back and forth.
“I want to come on your cock,” I breathe. “Please.”
He tucks his chin, watching, eyes hooded as the swollen head of his dick disappears, then reappears. “Like this?”
“Yeah, like this.” I tweak my hips, getting him right where I want him.
“Untie my hands.”
I shake my head.
“Please.”
“Ah. He’s even prettier when he begs,” I groan, my core coiling tighter.
“Claire.”
“Uh-uh. That’s not our safe word.”
He huffs a laugh. “We don’t have a safe word.”
“Whoops. My bad for tying you up without a safe word.” Giggling, I skate my fingertips across his pecs, brushing along his chest hair in a soothing motion. “What should it be, then?”
He scans the room like he’s seeking inspiration. “Jenga.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Jenga?”
“I don’t know. It’s the first thing that came to mind. Do you have a better idea?”
Honestly, I don’t anticipate needing a safe word, and I’m too horny to waste my time discussing it, so I say, “Jenga it is.”
I grind along the length of him again, bringing us back to the moment. With my eyes closed, I rest my hands on his knees for support.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“Claire.”
“Mmm,” I moan again, ignoring him, imagining his cock inside me instead.
“Claire.” His voice is deep and dominating, sending a shiver through me.
I sit up, my eyes fluttering open. “What is it?”
He pulls against his restraints. “Untie me. Now. I need to touch you.”
The desperation in his voice has me so close to the edge. I stop what I’m doing and shift to the side of him, then suck him into my mouth. The taste of me on his cock is obscene yet so sexy.
He hisses and pumps his hips up. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag and recoil, coughing and sputtering.
“Shit. Sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but maybe we do need that safe word after all,” I tease before eagerly taking him into my mouth again. He’s much tamer this time, and when he reaches the back of my throat, I’m prepared and swallow around him.
A primal growl fills the room, and I throw my right hand up to cover his mouth.
He sucks on three of my fingers, using them as a makeshift gag, gently biting down on them.
Wrapping my free hand around his shaft, I coat his cock with my saliva, getting him nice and wet for me.
Then I situate myself over his lap again.
I remove my fingers from his mouth then fist the sheets alongside his shoulders and begin grinding.
Slow and deliberate at first, reveling in the way my pussy quivers when it glides over the delicate ridge between his shaft and crown.
One small adjustment is all it would take for him to slip inside me, so I keep my movements controlled.
Asher uses his bicep to wipe away the sweat from his forehead.
“You okay? Do your arms hurt?” I’ve never been tied up myself, so I have no idea how long someone can go before it becomes too uncomfortable.
“M’fine,” he replies as he thrusts against my core. “Use me. Use my cock to come, Claire.”
So I do. Relentlessly and unapologetically, I grind against his hardness, hitting every nerve needed to take me exactly where I want to go.
I drop my forehead to his, and he tilts up to capture my lips. And when my orgasm takes over my body, he swallows down my moans of ecstasy.
Fragile from my release, I collapse onto my back beside him and cover my eyes with the crook of my elbow. I stay that way, prisoner to the small quakes still detonating inside my core. My breathing is so heavy I can’t make out Asher’s words when he speaks to me.
He gently removes my arm, and I squint against the light.
“How—when—how did you untie yourself?”
He’s grinning above me now, his half-hard cock jutting into my stomach.
“Your knots were good, but I’ve had a lot of practice untying tangled shoelaces.” He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“How do you feel?” he asks in earnest.
“Like I could float away on a cloud,” I answer blissfully.
He shifts, rolling over next to me, but I stop him. “What are you doing?”
“We can call it a night if you’re tired.” The sincerity in his voice causes my chest to ache.
“I said I was floating on a cloud. I mentioned nothing about feeling too tired to keep going.” I smirk, massaging his waist with my fingers.
His dick twitches in delight, then he reaches over and retrieves a bottle of lube from his bedside table. “Flip over,” he commands.
Curious, I obey. Once I’m flat on my stomach, he nips along the shell of my ear, then whispers against it. “What are your limits tonight?”
“Why? What did you have in mind?”
He grinds his hips into me. “I’ve been dying to play with this ass.”
The garbled squeak that escapes my lips should be embarrassing, but I’m too worked up, too worn out, to care.
“Do I have your consent?” he asks.
“Just no penetration tonight. I’m not prepped.”
“You’ve got it, Doc,” he says, kneading my cheeks. “How about a little rimming?”
Heat curls in my belly again, and my breathing picks up. “Mmm. That’ll work.”
“On your hands and knees.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I ask, “What happened to your manners?”
“Oh, baby. What I’m about to do to you is anything but polite.”
The wicked glint in his eyes ignites a fire inside me.
Quickly crawling on all fours, I present him my ass.
The hum of approval he makes boosts my confidence a little.
I’m the most exposed I’ve ever been in front of a man.
I may have alluded to having experience with ass play, but that’s not entirely true.
I’m no stranger to it—with the proper prep, of course—but only ever with me, myself, and a toy; never with a partner.
I’m simultaneously electrified and apprehensive. Before I can overthink the situation, Asher crouches behind me and spits. Then his wet thumb presses against my hole, and I clench on instinct.
“Relax. I’ve got you,” he soothes.
Bending my elbows, I support my head on my forearms and breathe out.
He grips the globes of my ass and spreads them apart. Then his mouth is there. My stomach contracts at the first swipe of his tongue.
“Fuck,” I garble into the sheets.
“Do you like it, or do you want me to stop?”
Heat rushes over me. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, don’t stop,” I clarify. “Please. I li—I like it.”
He chuckles, the sound low and deep, and darts his tongue out again. He alternates between his tongue and his thumb, rimming my ass over and over. Before long, I’m bucking against him. It feels incredible, but it’s not quite enough to make me come. And I really want to come again.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he drapes an arm around me and strums my clit.
I cover his hand with mine, moving him exactly where I want him.
Need him. The elbow I’m propped up on is aching and my thighs are shaking, so I collapse onto my stomach.
Asher ruts, grinding himself between my cheeks as I hump his hand into the mattress.
His fingers pulse in a perfect rhythm against my clit, making my head spin.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I blurt out.
“Yeah?” he asks, his tone full of pride. “What else do you need, baby?”
The words “spank me” fly out of my mouth before my brain has time to catch up, and a heartbeat later, a loud smack resounds in the bedroom.
I freeze, my left cheek burning. Did I really just ask him to spank me? Who is this woman and why do I love her?
Asher swiftly retracts the hand trapped beneath me and sucks in a breath. “Shit. Too much?”
Rotating my torso, I zero in on his gorgeous green eyes and capture my bottom lip between my teeth. I shake my head. “Do it again, Greer.”
His chest deflates with relief and he pins me down by my neck.
It’s a move that might leave a person feeling trapped, but I don’t feel confined. No. His touch makes me feel so fucking safe.
He coasts his other hand between my shoulder blades all the way down to the base of my spine, then smack!
“Still okay?”
With my face buried in the sheets, I nod several times, the movements jerky.
Smack.
I curse incoherently, the words absorbed by the mattress.
Soothingly, he rubs his palm against my sensitive skin.
I can only imagine it’s lit up like a traffic light.
Asher releases my neck, then I’m hit with the sound of a cap popping.
After one more click, he spreads my cheeks and glides his lubed-up shaft between them.
“Damn, this is a glorious sight,” he proclaims.
I prop myself onto my elbows, twisting for a better look.
A shudder of need works its way through me. Oh, that’s hot.
He’s using my ass to jerk himself off. Every time he rubs up against my hole, I’m tempted to jut back and open up for him. He’s hitting all the right nerve endings and it’s driving me wild.
“Lift your hips.”
I do as I’m told, and he threads his hand beneath me and locates my clit. He finds that rhythm again, and I undulate my hips, seeking that delicious pressure.
“Fuck. Right there,” I say when his dick presses against my hole. “Just… stay… just stay right there.”
He stalls and I rock my hips, alternating between pushing my ass hole against his tip and rubbing my clit against his fingers.
“What else can I do for you?”
The only response I can muster is a grunt.
“Do you need to be spanked again?”
A string of guttural noises escapes my lips as I rapidly nod.
“Thatta girl.”
Smack.
“That’s it.”
Smack.
“Take what you want from me.”
Smack.
“Take it, Claire.”
With the relentless reverberations and the filthy encouragement, I fall apart, gasping against his soft sheets.
He manages to remove his hand from under my blissed-out body and straightens.
I peer over my shoulder, ignoring the well-deserved crick in my neck, watching the veins in his forearms protrude as he grips the base of his cock.
He pours more lube and strokes himself a few times, then slips between my cheeks.
With every thrust, I tighten my thighs, clenching my ass cheeks around him.
Again, his head knocks against my hole, teasing entry.
The lewd sound of his jerking motions, his lubed-up skin slapping and dragging along mine, plays in harmony with his grunts and moans.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, baby.” He whimpers.
“Fucking do it,” I command.
He slaps his cock to my lower back, and hot bursts of cum brand my skin. I lie still, breathing heavily and desperately wishing I had a better view.
Just when I think he’ll slide off me, he squeezes my shoulders.
“Your neck all right?” he asks, his mouth closer to my ear.
“It’s a little tender, but I’m okay.”
He kneads the sore muscles at my nape, then moves to my shoulder blades. Then, using his load like expensive lotion, he massages my lower back. Working his way up, he coats my entire back in his release.
I groan. “Mmm. That feels so good.”
He continues like that until his cum begins to dry and turns sticky.
The bed dips, and then he’s on his feet. “Be right back.”
Snuggled into the mattress, I will myself to get up, but I surrender when Asher returns with a warm, wet washcloth. As he carefully cleans me up, I shiver.
He leaves again and the sound of the shower signals me to move.
In one minute.
Just one minute…