Chapter 6
ASHER
Laura messaged me five minutes ago. Ever since I read that she was coming, I couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth in the station, into the gym, in our quarters. Edward, a co-worker, was trying to nap and threw a shoe in my direction, so I had to leave.
At least the chief isn’t here. It’s his day off, and I can use his office to pace up and down, bothering no one.
This is what it comes down to. A man my age pacing like a teenage boy about to take his date out. That’s what she’s done to me. I feel brand new when I’m with her. Every word that leaves her mouth is the most interesting thing in the world. It’s a completely new feeling, and I won’t let this go.
Laura awakened something inside me I had no idea existed. I can’t wait to see what else we can be together.
Someone knocks on the jamb, and I whirl around fast. One of my coworkers just a thumb over his shoulder. “There’s a girl here to see you,” he says, and before I can ready myself further, she walks into the office.
Beautiful. A vision in her tight pencil skirt and the button-down blouse stretched over perfect tits.
They’re small but perky, and my fingers curl and itch to touch her.
To feel the softness of her skin beneath my calloused hands.
My cock twitches and swells at the mere sight of her.
Then I take a breath and her scent hits me.
She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t stay away from her, not another second.
Closing the distance between us, I curl my big, meaty fingers around her jaw and kiss her. Her lips have the most amazing, sweetest taste in the entire world. She’s a delicacy I will never tire of. I eat up her lips, then remind myself I should not be doing this here, in the station.
Pulling back, I take a breath and study her face. Laura blinks lazily, staring back at me with heated eyes. Shit. Shit, she should not be looking at me like this.
“Love,” I say, my voice raspy with need. “Don’t look at me like this.”
“Like what?” she asks, and I don’t know if it’s on purpose or accidental, but she blinks slowly, batting her lashes in the perfect mix of coy and sensual. My body bursts into flames.
I step around her, close, then lock the door. Quickly, I pull down the blinds. Laura watches wordlessly, then cocks her head when I take her small hands in mine. Wow, I’m so big next to her. She’s petite, all curves and innocence.
Am I really about to ruin this girl?
She licks at her bottom lip, and I know. I know there’s no way back.
Bending, I take a fistful of her dark hair, roping it around my knuckles.
Laura releases a small breath, something of a whimper, the sound of her surprise trembling against her lips.
She doesn’t pull back, instead reaching out for my shirt and clinging to it.
I cup her cheek and kiss her again, thoroughly exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth.
She arches her body against mine, her luscious tits pressing into my stomach. My cock twitches again and again, begging for release, begging to be freed. But shit, how could I do this to a woman like her? Innocent, beautiful, so different from me?
Laura breaks the kiss, gaping up at me with fire in her eyes. “Are you sure we can hang out here?”
I smile at her. “Not really, love. And to be honest, we’ll have to stop if the alarm goes off.”
“Of course.”
The idea of starting something with her, our first time together, then having to stop makes me rethink this. I shake my head once, brushing my thumb down the side of her jaw. “Would you rather wait until my shift ends? I can take you home, cook you a nice dinner...”
She shakes her head, then sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. “I like it here.”
“You sure? There’s no bed...” I cut myself in. It’s not like I’m going to fuck her here, not in the office, not in a place anyone could find us out... Right?
Laura releases a shaky breath. “It’s okay. I want to be with you and... I kind of like the idea of it being in public.” Her words are a mere whisper, but each of them makes my cock go extra hard.
Holy shit. Is my sweet girl kinky? I knew she was special, but this?
It destroys the last of my restraints. Clamping my lips down on hers, I kiss her hard, not holding back.
And holding back is not what she wants. Laura kisses me back fiercely, tongue circling mine as her hands grip my shirt.
Running my hands down her delicious curves, I grip at her hips and haul her up against my body.
She’s so small next to me, it’s still easy to kiss her with her legs locked behind my back.
I carry her to my chief’s desk, and I hope to God these papers aren’t important.
After shoving them all to the ground, I settle her down and pull back.
Taking a good look at her, I admire every inch of this perfect goddess in front of me.
Her cheeks go flush as I reach up to her knees, exposed as her skirt rides up.
A fierce impulse to rip the skirt apart burns inside me, but I keep it in check as I kiss her again.
Laura rakes her nails down my chest, then tugs gently at my shirt. Everything she does is gentle, in stark contrast to me in my beastly body. I rip my shirt over my head and then reach out to unzip her skirt. If I’m not going to rip it to shreds, I need to get it off. Now.
“Oh, wow,” she breathes out, gaping down at my chest.
“You like it, love?”
“So much.” And she runs her fingers down my chest and my stomach to my belt.
In the meantime, I get her skirt off, but I leave the heels on. They look fabulous on her. I can’t wait to feel the sharp end digging into my back, the pain and pleasure mixing as I take her. Sweet Laura leans back as I go for her shirt. She tilts her chin up, licking at her lips as I unbutton it.
My fingers falter. “Do you want me to stop?”
She snorts. “Fuck no.” And I think it’s the curse that makes it even hotter, and I capture her mouth again as she shakes her shirt off.
I pull back to look at her again. Beige lingerie goes well with the color of her skin, and I bend to bury my face between her tits.
Covering both in my hands, I massage the globes until her breath leaves her in gasps.
Her arms are covered in goosebumps as I trail kisses up her neck, seeking her earlobe as I unhook her bra.
“This feels so good,” she murmurs.
“That’s it, love,” I tell her, breathing against a pebbled nipple. “Keep telling me what you like.” And I suck on her nipple until she arches her back, shallow breaths hitting my ear.
“I don’t know what I like. This is all... very new to me.”
I expected as much because of our age difference. “Don’t worry,” I say, staring into her eyes. “I’ll make this so good you won’t ever want to leave.”
Bracing a hand on her stomach, I press her down until she lies on the desk. Her simple panties have a darkened spot where her wetness invites me in. The sight makes me shiver, a growl rising from my chest. I sink to my knees, pull her panties to the side, and devour her pussy.
Laura cries out, then covers her mouth with a hand.
I lick at her pretty clit, using two fingers to pull the hood up.
She’s all perfect and wet, and the taste of her on my tongue will forever make me an addict.
I’m right where I want to be, adoring this woman on my knees.
I circle my tongue and suck on her clit, taking turns as I learn the way she likes it.
She moves her body differently to every stimulus, arching her back off the desk, pumping her hips, and whimpering.
My beautiful woman climbs her orgasm, and I don’t stop. Hell no, I put my very soul into it, into making her feel amazing. She soars off the edge, the sounds of her pleasure seeping through her hand. Shit, I need to get her home and fuck her properly. Somewhere she can scream her lungs out.
I get to my feet, my cock straining against my pants. Laura heaves as she meets my gaze, but I don’t unbuckle myself. I merely go back to her tits and adore them some more.
“Asher?” she asks, her voice trembling with heat.
“Yes, love?”
“Won’t you... You know... Keep going?”
Shit. My blood fizzles in my veins. “Here? You sure you don’t want a bed? Somewhere comfortable you can make all the delicious sounds you want?”
She shakes her head and parts her knees. “No. Please. Please, fuck me. I really want you to fuck me.”
Filthy, filthy girl. With a last tug on her nipple, I shove my pants down. My cock finds her entrance in a moment, as if I’ve always known how to get to her. How to please her. Laura shudders beneath me, nails digging into my shoulders.
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” I say to her, my every muscle tense as I hold back. She nods. I growl. “Say it, love. Say you understand.”
“I understand. Just fuck me already.”
How can I resist that? I pump once, but she’s so fucking tight it means nothing.
Kissing her hard, I brace my weight on my elbows and move against her.
Slowly. Her juices cover the head of my cock, and I work my way inside her, inch by tight inch.
She cries out and I pause, but she digs her heels into the small of my back, pressing me on.
My cock slides into her heat, the wetness and the warmth embracing me.
I let out a sigh. This fucking feels like home.
Laura’s body is taut against me, her lips pressed together. I meet her eyes, stroking her cheek with the tip of my nose. “Touch yourself for me, love,” I tell her before straightening my spine.
Laura has a second of doubt, then she swallows and reaches between her legs.
And fuck, every sight is better than the previous.
She traces her fingers over her swollen clit and her body rocks with hypersensitivity.
Her skin crawls as I grip her ankles and raise them, spreading her for my viewing pleasure.
And I would have to be a much better man to have more patience than this.
I pick up speed, pounding into her wet heat, faster and harder.
Her cunt takes me to the very hilt, swallowing me as Laura moans at my motions.
Her fingers make quick work of her pussy, taking her to the edge once more, and I don’t let her stay there any longer.
I adjust my hips and fuck her hard until she creams my cock, the way it’s supposed to be.
Then I do it again. My woman comes first, and then she comes twice, and only then am I allowed to let go.
Her perfect body shivers around mine when I let myself come apart.
My come spurts into her cunt and her inner walls clamp down around me, making it longer, better than anything in this world.
I let my eyelids drop, soaking in the shivers that run down my spine, then I bend at the waist and kiss my woman.
She catches her breath, slinging her arms around my neck. The smile on her face is as pretty as the pink color of her cheeks. I commit the sight to memory. The first of many.
Laura sighs. “This was so good. So much better than I expected.”
“Yeah?” I press a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “What did you expect?”
She licks the corner of her mouth, gaze fastened on the ceiling in thought. “Pain. I’ve heard popping your cherry is basically pain and discomfort.”
That catches me off guard. I gape at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugs. “I thought you might want to give up.”
“On you? Never.” I peck the corner of her mouth. “I liked the filthy Laura. The moment I’m off my shift, I’m taking you home to explore more of you.”
And though she blushes harder, she laughs, because this is natural. We are natural, the most certain and most beautiful thing in my life. And maybe I thought I could get over her, but now I know it’s impossible. Completely impossible to move on and forget.
She will be mine. Forever mine.