Asher
Opening my eyes, I scanned the luxurious down pillows surrounding Lennon and me.
I had drifted into a deep slumber with her cozily nestled in my arms for the first time.
Waking up next to her only confirmed what I already knew—I needed this, needed her, until the day I died.
There was a soft, content ease between us, an unspoken tether of tragic connection that bound our souls together like fragile threads, each grasping for security.
Her luminously pale body, naked and pressed against my side, felt like the closest I could get to heaven. The duvet, a warm cloud, enveloped us both. Lennon slept soundly, her blonde hair tousled over my chest and spilling over the pillow.
A thought drifted through my mind—one I’d never had before.
This type of happiness. This reward that came from working through something, even when it became almost unbearable.
I had found the path into her heart, and it was becoming one of the most fulfilling quests of my life.
Love had always come easily to me, but now, this—this—was worth the challenge.
This was what my soul had been searching for all along.
Peering over the side of the bed, I noticed little Nova curled up in a tight ball, sleeping soundly. Her long, fluffy, dark fur looked impossibly soft. I inhaled deeply, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. But underneath it, something brewed. A restless desire to shake things up.
I wanted to wake up Lennon.
Dislodging my arm from underneath her, she lay unbothered. Her features were calm—relaxed. Fuck, she was so perfect. Shifting onto my stomach, I leaned up and kissed her neck.
I pulled back slightly, watching her closely for any twinge of movement.
When she stayed still, I tried again, gently kissing her jawline and slowly working my way up to her ear.
A soft smile flickered across her lips, and I knew I was making progress.
Sliding my arms under the pillow, I pulled her closer, continuing to kiss along her neck while brushing her hair away from her face.
I pulled away slightly to take in her features, and found her bright green eyes wide open, staring directly at me. Unable to stop myself, a smile tugged at my lips. “Good morning, little siren.”
She scoffed and pushed me away. I rolled onto my back, watching her, unsure of what her next move was. Without missing a beat, Lennon scrambled on top of me, straddling my waist and pressing her hands firmly against my chest to steady herself.
“Trying to get lucky this early in the morning, Asher?” she asked, her voice dripping with coyness.
I chuckled to myself. “If that’s where it led with you, I wouldn’t be upset about that.”
She watched me carefully, as if weighing her next move. Slowly, she shifted, lowering herself so she was sitting directly on top of my hard cock. I sucked in a sharp breath, seething with surprise at the sudden shift.
Lennon hosted a sinister look upon her face with a grin that was laced with deviance. She crawled up my chest until her face was inches away from mine. She whispered, “Remember how we were going to share our dark little fantasies?”
Reaching up, our mouths connected as I laced my fingers through her hair. Our tongues wild with lust and urgency. Every interaction felt like it might be the last, as if we were racing to make sure it never ended—an oxymoron of actions.
Breathless, I nodded. “Yes, I remember.”
Gulping, she took a moment to gather her thoughts, a smile spreading wide once again. “Well then, I have an idea. I didn’t know if you were going to like it, but it had been on my mind ever since we went bungee jumping.”
Curiosity piqued, I said, “Go on.”
Before she said anything further, she peered over toward the other side of the room inside the hotel. I followed her gaze and noticed that she was looking at the balcony. She must have sensed my uncertainty and what she was looking at, because she smirked and widened her eyes.
Then it hit me.
“Ohh…dark fantasy. On the balcony. You do know we are twenty stories or more up in the air, right?”
“And does that scare you?” she asked.
I chuckled lightly. “Yes. But everything with you does, so fuck it—I guess I’m in.”
With that, she leapt off the bed, peering down at the little dark furball on the cushion.
Nova stretched into her next nap cycle, leaving us a sliver of time to enjoy each other before she needed us again.
Lennon swung around in her perfect, naked glory and crooked her finger, silently beckoning me to follow.
Without wasting any time, I flipped the covers off the bed, exposing myself to Lennon. Her gaze dipped, catching a view of me in full. The spark that lit her expression made something warm and reckless stir in my chest.
I stalked toward her with confidence, ready to have my way with her—or was it the other way around?
She removed the safety bar in the doorway and yanked the patio door open as it slid with ease.
Lennon stepped out into the brisk morning breeze, bare feet meeting the concrete edge of the balcony, embracing her nudity—and Jesus, she looked enchanting.
I followed behind her, realizing we were surrounded by towering skyscrapers that likely held early risers who could see us if they happened to be awake at this hour.
Nerves flooded my bloodstream as I stepped onto the balcony myself. The height was jarring, and my body began to shake before I could stop it. While I struggled to find my bearings, a gentle hand reached for mine and pulled me closer to her. My heart rate subsided as I locked eyes with her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me into an embrace that had our mouths chasing one another.
It was frantic and wild—her fingers threaded through my hair while my hands gripped her waist and the curve of her hips, exploring her body.
We were needy for each other. With every passing second, the need only deepened.
“I need you,” Lennon whimpered in my ear.
Before I could second guess any of my life choices, Lennon turned, her ass pressed back up against my hard cock. I tipped my head, a rush of euphoria tangled with fear flooding my bloodstream. Lennon leaned over the ledge, glancing back with a grin I couldn’t deny.
Death didn’t rattle her to the core. She had faced it and deemed anything else unworthy of her qualm.
I, on the other hand, had never faced death so closely. Sure, I’d been diagnosed with an illness that could take me out at any given moment, but I lived cautiously. I didn’t test the boundaries between life and death. No, I wanted to be on the side of life.
But yet, pressing against the boundary made me feel more alive. Lennon made me feel more alive.
As she bent over for me, hundreds of feet in the air, exposing her perfect core for me with reckless trust, I wanted nothing more than to sink myself inside of her.
Resting my hands on her hips, I suddenly gripped her and drew Lennon onto me.
Her moan was audible, unrestrained, and she made no reservation of quieting down.
It made my brain chemistry ignite. As we moved together, she reached back to clutch at my leg, a silent plea to keep going.
Her nails bit into my thigh, sending sharp ripples of shockwaves through me.
My hooded lids watched as her perfect, round ass bounced back and forth against me. Trying to control her movements, I reached up her back, fisted her hair, and yanked it back to bare her throat. My other hand followed, closing around her neck.
Even from behind, I saw the excited smile lift her cheekbones. With my grip firm, I stilled her motion, drawing her back into my chest.
As I tightened around her perfect throat, I murmured in her ear, “You like this, don’t you?”
She nodded frantically, and I squeezed even harder. “Answer me.”
A malicious grin split her face. “Yes, sir.”
“Mmm, that’s my good girl,” I said before pushing her chest back over the railing and driving my hardness into her. The impact rattled her core. I felt her warmth grow slicker, needier by the second. She pushed back onto me, desperate for more.
Releasing her throat, I spanked her ass so hard it left an instant handprint. I hauled her upright again and bit her earlobe. “You stay still, little siren.”
She turned, deliciously wicked, bit my lip hard, then released me with a smirk. “Grab the ledge behind you.”
Chuckling at her bratty defiance, I did as I was told.
Lennon dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth without any pretense for taking it slow. I tipped my head back, pleasure rolling so sharply my eyes were dipping to the back of my skull. Lennon’s nails dug into my ass as she pulled me closer, taking me deeper into her mouth.
When I thrust forward, my grip tightened on the railing. Opening my eyes, my stomach lurched with unease of how high we were up in the air and how close I was to the edge. I exhaled a deep, shaky breath—fear and heaven intertwined in the same moment.
Looking down at the devil on her knees, I smiled and whispered, “Baby, I need to fuck you senseless.”
The grin that she gave told me everything I needed to know. I pulled her up by the arms, turned her around, fisted her hair, and drove into her hard. Her whole body jolted against the railing as she cried out in pure ecstasy.
I reached around to her front, brushing my fingers against her sweet clit that was soaked in excitement. Rubbing her slowly and deliberately, I wanted her release to rise with mine.
Lennon went pliant beneath me as I thrust into her. She moaned, gasped, and panted with each stroke and careful circle of her swollen bud.
It took everything in me to stay focused on Lennon. The way she clenched around me was everything and more. Her voice grew louder, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh. Lifting her chin, I whispered in her ear, “Come for me. Come all over me.”
With that, I thrusted up into her, and she broke apart. The walls of her pussy tightening around my hard shaft. I continued thrusting, pacing her orgasm so the pleasure lingered as long as possible.
I couldn’t hold back much longer with how incredible she felt. I tightened my grip in her hair, jutting my cock inside of her once more as I exploded. Her back settled against mine as we rode out the rush together, tangled in the aftermath.
“You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect,” I repeated against in her ear.
She leaned into me, then turned in her arms, fitting herself in my arms.
The moments that followed felt surreal. “We have about two hours before checkout. What would you want to do?” I asked.
Her smile brushed against my skin before she pulled back. Then she leapt up into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist. Instinct flared and I pivoted us away from the ledge. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
She giggled playfully, shrugging. “Maybe.”
Carrying her inside, our mouths found each other, bare skin still warm between us. Desire stirred again, so immediate and insistent that I was hard for her all over again. I didn’t understand the hold she had over me—only that it was complete.
“Mmm, I thought you might be ready for round two.”
I tossed her onto the bed, spread her legs, and sank down to her core.
Colour bloomed within her cheeks. “But you just—”
I looked up at her, “I don’t give a fuck right now.”
When I lowered my mouth to wrap around her sweet, swollen bud, she let her head fall back against the bed, a loud moan spilling into the open space of the room—loud enough to echo off the walls. She tasted every bit as delicious as I’d known she would.
Lifting my face from her centre and spreading her lips to appreciate the view, I melted.
“Fuck, Lennon. You are to die for,” I hummed before diving back in. Her fingers reached for the back of my head, gripping tight, tugging at the roots as I sucked and lapped her up, savouring every second of this rare moment—Lennon splayed out just for me. Mine.
“I’m going to fucking come, Asher!” she screamed as I lightly tugged at her. I wanted her to come undone all over my face right there and right then.
I kept going—teasing, pulling, licking, sucking—everything that drove her wild. Her body bucked, trying to pull away from the intensity. Threading my arms beneath her legs, I pulled her back to me and didn’t let up.
Then it happened. Her entire body went rigid, a shudder convulsing through her as I continued to enjoy my breakfast.
“Fuck, Ash—fuck, oh my God, oh my God!” she gasped.
When I finally pulled back, she lay there panting, out of breath, spent against the sheets. After a moment, she lifted her head to meet my eyes, bracing myself on her arms.
Drawing in a deep breath, all she could muster was, “Jesus…”
Then she reached for me, tugging me up toward her. She wanted me to finish, too. Either that or she wanted round three, and I wasn’t about to complain.
I climbed over her, as she pulled me into a kiss, the taste of her salty sweetness lingering on my tongue. I eased my cock inside of her, slow and gentle as her folds made way for me. A beautiful invitation.
I lay over her, our mouths finding each other again, hunger softening into something deeper. We moved together, unhurried, holding each other’s gaze whenever our lips parted, feeling the tension coil between us. My thrusts were intentional—rolling deep into her.
She was soaking wet around me, yet still felt impossibly tight, and my cock embraced the welcome. I thrusted slowly, listening to the sounds she made beneath me. Her delicate cries were music to my ears.
“I’m going to…” she gasped.
“Again, little siren? Fuck, you’re perfect,” I whispered.
As her body began to tighten again, heat climbed through me sharp and inevitable.
“Yes, Asher. Yes…”
The tightness exploded as I came apart with her, the world narrowing to just us two. I filled her sweetness to the hilt and every earth-shattering feeling couldn’t even compare to this moment.
I buried my mouth into her neck as we unravelled together, our bodies moving in stride with one another, heat pooling between us. When I lifted my head, sweat beaded my back and brow, and I caught those beautiful greens.
“I fucking love—” I began.
Before I could finish what she wasn’t ready to hear, she threw her mouth into mine, kissing me like it was the end of everything.
And maybe it was. But I knew I would have died happily in that moment, my last moment spent with her.