Chapter 24
Asher
I’ve never considered myself a jealous or possessive man.
But there’s a first time for everything.
From across the room, I could tell the man who refilled Claire’s champagne was hitting on her.
Had I not interrupted their conversation, I guarantee he would have asked for her number.
And I couldn’t let the happen. Claire is mine for the summer, and hell will freeze over before another man impinges on my fleeting time with her.
The way she squirmed on the dance floor was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed. Knowing I was the only person who understood what was happening between her legs is a kink I didn’t know I had. But I’ll be damned if anyone else gets to witness her coming undone.
The noises she makes and the sight of her nose scrunching when she climaxes are for me and only me.
She weaseled her way off the dance floor and ran straight into my arms, just like I hoped she would. “Let’s go,” I growl against the shell of her ear.
“Where are we going?” she asks as I guide her around the corner and down a dimly lit corridor.
I don’t have a clue what’s behind the thick red velvet curtain at the end, but I’ll take my chances.
When I slide the heavy fabric closed behind us, there’s just enough light seeping in to reveal a small supply closet.
It smells faintly of disinfectant cleaner and there are towers of toilet paper and cleaning supplies stacked on a shelf.
I drag Claire to an open space, then push her against the wall and lock her in with my arms on either side of her head.
“Ash,” she breathes desperately. The fruity undertones of champagne on her lips fill my lungs.
“Yes, baby?” I thrust my knee between her thighs.
She trembles, her eyes rolling back.
“Ride me,” I command.
With her arms looped around my nape, she rocks against my leg, her dress rising up with each roll of her pelvis.
The club’s music is booming, but it’s not loud enough to cover up the moans she’s giving me. The sounds are like a gift from heaven. With a hand in my pocket, I adjust the vibration setting on the remote, and instantly, she bucks against me.
“You like that one?” I ask, cupping her ass cheek with my free hand.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Use me, baby. Fuck my thigh.” I grip tighter, encouraging her.
“Mmm…ah.” She trembles, gasping incoherent words.
Her heat seeps through our clothing, and electricity tingles up my spine. “That’s it. Does that make your pretty little clit feel good?”
“Waitwaitwait.” She stops, breathing heavily. “I need a minute. Can you turn it off? Just for a sec. Please?”
Slipping my hand into my pocket, I oblige, but only because she asked so nicely.
Her shoulders instantly drop, her forehead falling to my chest for several breaths. The longer she’s silent and unmoving, the more I’m afraid I’ve taken this game too far. I’m about to call it off, but before I can get the words out, she straightens, her pupils blown out.
Chin lifted, she says, “I’m ready now.”
Confused about what she’s referring to, I ask, “Ready for what?”
“To beg.”
Her words unleash a primal instinct inside me, and in a split second, I’m down on my knees.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I press my face into her belly and growl. “Mmm, baby. What’s gotten into you?”
She fists my hair and tugs my head back. “Hopefully you.”
Laughing darkly, I drag my hands down her sides until I find the hem of her dress. She looks so fucking stunning tonight. I’ve seen her wearing less plenty of times, but there’s something about a woman in a form-fitting dress with high heels that gets me going.
With my thumbs beneath the fabric, I tug it up her hips, higher, higher, until her panties are fully revealed. I rub my nose back and forth over them and nip at the satin.
“Off,” I groan, yanking her underwear down her smooth legs.
She steps out and I stuff her panties into the pocket of my slacks.
Then I return my attention to her core. At her slit, a narrow, flexible piece of silicone attached to the vibrator inside her rests.
Flattening my tongue, I lick up one side of her pussy, then down the other.
On a moan, she widens her stance, generously giving me better access.
I curl the piece of silicone down so it’s out of my way, and with my thumbs, I spread her open.
I plant a kiss on her clit, and when her knees buckle at the sensation, I do it again, this time with more pressure.
While I lick and lap at her, Claire bucks.
Pausing, I peer up. It’s hard to make out her exact expression from my vantage point, but her eyes are full of lust.
“Can I turn it back on?”
She nods then drops her head back against the wall.
I switch on the remote and click the Mode button a few times until she says, “Stop. That one.”
As her cunt vibrates against my mouth, I can’t help but hum my approval.
I massage her thighs while I work over her swollen clit.
Tilting to the side for a different angle, I flick my tongue, eliciting the most beautiful moan from her lips.
I suck my finger into my mouth and slip it between her legs, only stopping when I find the puckered hole of her ass.
Carefully, I press against it, just enough to complement her pleasure.
“I’m close,” she chokes, one hand still buried in my hair.
Steadying her trembling thigh with one hand, I pop off her pussy, making a wet smacking sound. “You wanna come, Claire?”
“Yes.”
I blow air against her core, making her shiver again. “Then work for it, baby. Beg me.”
“Ash!” she shouts. “Yes. Please. Pleasepleaseplease. Let me fucking come.”
I leave one finger resting at her ass while my lips are an inch away from her cunt. “How badly do you want it?”
She digs her nails into my shoulders and grunts. “So help me God, Greer. If you don’t let me come right now…” She trails off, her head turning from side to side, one hand splayed against the wall.
My ego nearly bursts at the sight and sound of her.
I tease her with one quick swipe of my tongue. “Tell me, Doc. Who does your orgasm belong to?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I tug on the silicone piece of the vibrator.
“You!” she yells and jerks in protest.
“Say it,” I demand.
“My orgasm belongs to you. Now please make me come. Please,” she begs.
“That’s my dirty girl,” I praise. “Give me your pleasure, baby. Come on my tongue. Now.”
Lowering again, I nip and suck and lick, simultaneously rimming her ass. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, but I ignore the burn, focused solely on making her shatter.
“Mm-hmm,” I urge into her soaked pussy.
With one last thrust against my mouth, she lets go.
Her lower half convulses with precious relief.
While she screams out her pleasure, I keep the flat of my tongue plastered to her.
Seconds go by, her body still quaking, unintelligible noises falling from her lips. Then she’s suddenly clawing at me.
“Too much,” she whines.
Quickly, I click a button on the remote. Her body twitches once, twice, before her knees give out. Clutching her firmly at the hips, I rise, my joints cracking as I stand. She slumps into me, breathing heavily, and I wrap my arms around her.
Soon, her breathing and heart rate even out and she’s giggling into my chest.
“What’s so funny?”
She only shakes her head.
Stepping back, I hold her up by her shoulders. Her dress slipped down slightly during our interlude, revealing the top of her nipples. As much as I’d like to hang out with them, I adjust the fabric so she’s covered. We are in public, after all. Someone could walk in at any moment.
As if reading my mind, she straightens her dress over her hips and thighs and huffs. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
I snag a paper towel from an open container on the shelf and wipe my mouth, then stuff it into my pocket with her panties.
Angling into her, I tuck her hair behind her ear. “It was so fucking hot.”
A grin full of pride spreads across her face as she moves in closer to kiss me. She slips her tongue between my lips, and we share the taste of her. I love how she doesn’t shy away from something so salacious.
“We should probably get back out there before they realize we’re missing.” Sighing, she points to the bulge in my pants. “We’ll, um…take care of that later?”
“Oh, I fully intend to.” I chuckle, adjusting myself.
I motion for her to leave first. When she slips into the restroom at the end of the hall, I make my way back to the gathering.
Back at the VIP booth, Millie and Ezra are rehydrating with champagne.
“There you are!” my sister calls, yanking me in for a hug.
Shit. Worried she’ll smell Claire on my breath, I locate the closest flute and chug back the bubbly liquid. I regret it immediately, because now my chest feels like it may explode.
With a fist, I beat against my sternum and let out a burp as I do my best to pretend like I didn’t just face-fuck my sister’s friend.
Guilt wraps itself around my heart. Dammit. This is Millie’s night. Am I slacking in the big-brother department?
“I’m really happy for you.” I tip my empty glass in her direction, praying it’s not bad luck.
She smiles contemplatively. “I know you are, Ash.”
Later in the evening, my mom proudly sobs beside me as Ezra serenades his bride on stage. Blessedly, she’s not the type to bring up the topic of marriage with me at a time like this. She simply squeezes my arm and kisses me on the cheek, unspoken words passing between us.
Claire and I stick around, ensuring we don’t miss anything too important. I didn’t get to spend much time with my folks, but tonight wasn’t about me. When I tell them good night, my father says, “What do you think about us taking Dolly for a couple of nights at the end of the month?”
Without a second thought, I reply, “Actually, do you think you could take her for the week?”