12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Piper
My heart hammers in my head as Asher’s tongue flicks against me. The slight brush isn’t enough. I grip around his neck tighter and elevate onto my tiptoes, urging him deeper, faster, harder. I don’t know what I’m urging him to do, but it needs to be done.
He groans and grips my ass, pressing his hard cock into my lower abdomen. The sensation causes my stomach to flip, and my sex goes slick with desire. Yesterday left me frustrated and sad. Guilt eats at me. I ran off in a snit when he was dealing with panic.
What would’ve happened if he had done the same thing to me? How long would I have sat out in the rain with lightning flashing around me? I should have realized what was happening. I should have noticed his stiffness. The shallow breathing. The fear in his eyes when he’d gotten up. When did I get so caught up in myself that I couldn’t notice someone else was struggling? It’s not flattering that I’ve managed to make myself the victim. The only possible victim.
Asher’s lips leave mine and trail along my jaw, kissing my skin and causing heat to boil inside me. “You’re not paying attention.” His voice is rough as he sucks my earlobe between his lips.
I whimper and clench my thighs together. “Yes, I am.”
He chuckles. “No, you’re not. You’re fretting.” He clasps his lips over the pulse point on my neck. Jesus. My nipples strain against my swimsuit top, taut and aching as the material scrapes against the sensitive tips. “I need you to focus on me and how I make you feel.”
“Yes.” I lick my lips as his thigh wedges between my legs, spreading me wider. The pressure at my apex feels so good. I grind against his thick thigh, and my insides clench.
“That’s it, baby. Forget everything but me.” His breath is hot against my neck, sending a chill along my spine. “My lips on you. My thigh grinding against your sweet pussy. My hands on your ass.”
My breath comes out in pants as his words amp up my desire. He sucks my sensitive skin between his lips. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
His laugh is rough, sending a rumble straight to my swollen sex.
“You’re perfect.” He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. The intensity there should scare me, but it doesn’t. “Where’s your room?”
“Closest door.” I tip my head toward the room I’ve stayed in for the last few days.
He arches an eyebrow. “Would you mind if I do a better job of pleasing you today than I did yesterday?”
“No.” I blink, and his eyelids lower. “No. I mean, no, I don’t mind, and yes, I’d like to….” I smile as the light returns to his eyes. “Finish what we started.”
When his nostrils flare, I step back and run my palms along his chest, dropping down until I touch his abdomen. Today is the first time I’ve seen him in swim trunks. They look good on him. He inhales, causing his stomach to press inward. “I feel like you were in the worst situation. At least you pleasured me before I ran off.”
“Don’t.”
“It’s fine.” I shake my head. “You don’t have to try and convince me it was your fault. It won’t work.” I drop my hand lower and run my hand over his erection through the thin material, feeling his size and testing his girth. It was over so fast yesterday that I didn’t have time to appreciate his perfection.
He hisses as I clasp his cock and ride up and down his length. “Tell me if I do something wrong.”
“You won’t.”
My mouth waters. It’s like he was made for me. Is it possible to go on vacation and meet a random person only for that person to be the one you’re supposed to be with? Is that how life works? Does fate move the pieces until you’re in the right place at the right time? I mean, what’s the likelihood that his brother’s employee quit the week I show up? That he fills in for the guy? That my brother pays for the same lessons he’s teaching this week but not last week?
His hands caress my back and ass in jagged movements as if my touch is impacting his control. It’s not possible. He’s been with other women. He’s my first. My only. My hand rests on the waistband of his swim trunks. What if I want him to be the only person that ever touches me?
I glance up, and his desire-filled eyes bore into mine. “Touching you is different. Having you touch me is different.” His thumb brushes under the fabric of my swimsuit, stroking the skin under my bikini bottoms. I shiver at his light touch.
“Is it?” How does he know what I think when I don’t say the words?
“Yes.” His mouth lands on mine again and claims me with a furious intensity that banishes any doubts that I have. I can’t imagine kissing someone else and it feeling this intense. This right.
My fingers brush the skin under his drawstring, causing his breath to hitch. Just do it. Now. It takes all my nerves as I follow my command and clasp his cock, hard, but not too hard, and pump up and down following the steps I’d read in an online article on how to please a man.
“Baby, that feels so fucking good,” he growls against my lips.
At his praise, I push the material out of the way and watch as my hand runs over his hot, silken flesh. His cock is huge, swollen, and glistening at the top where his pre-cum spilled out of the seam. I lick my lips as a rush of adrenaline flows over me.
Before I can stop myself or he tries to stop me. I drop to my knees and run my tongue along the tip, tasting the salty fluid and humming my approval. He smells like musk and man.
He laces his fingers into my hair and lifts my face upward. “You don’t have to do this. It’s fine.”
“No. It’s not. You tasted me yesterday; I want to return the favor.”
His cock jerks toward me as if begging me not to listen to his words. One corner of his mouth arches upward. “I’m not going to tell you no.”
“Good.” I smile and flick my tongue over the head, drawing more of his taste into my mouth. Savoring it. When he’s clean, I proceed to explore the blood-filled veins with my tongue, slipping and sliding over him. His quick intake of breath leaves me feeling victorious.
I open my lips and suck him deep into my mouth, but he’s too big to fully fit. When his fingers tug my hair, I hum my approval and use my free hand to work up and down his shaft.
With one quick glance upward, I catch him staring down at me, watching my every move, and the expression on his face has my pussy aching for relief. I want more. I want to feel him lose control. I cup his balls with my other hand, exploring their tightness, squeezing lightly, tugging, all while I continue to suck him and pump up and down.
“Fuck.” He grips my hair tighter until my mouth pops open. “I want inside you now.”
“Please.” I nod with approval as he helps me to my feet. Shit. My face heats. We’re in the living room, and anyone could’ve walked in on us. The fact he makes me lose track of my surroundings is insane.
Moments later, we’re in my bedroom. He kicks the door shut while tugging off his swim trunks. My eyes travel over him as he drops them to the floor. He’s gorgeous. All hard angles and beautiful flexing muscles. Finally, I stop on the scars. Like mine, they crisscross his flesh, but while mine are lighter, his still hold the redness of a fresh injury. “Do they hurt?”
“No. Not really. If I bump into something, it’ll sting more than the other side. Otherwise, I don’t notice unless the weather changes.”
I trace my fingertip along the upper range of the scars. “Good.”
He places his thumb under my chin, tipping it upward until there’s nothing else in the room but him. “I want to see all of you.”
I grip my bikini straps and pull the material over my shoulders, granting his wish. His eyes drink me in with greed, and my entire body becomes wild with excitement as I wiggle out of the bottoms.
He swallows hard. “I can’t wait to touch you again.” His fingers shake as he trails a fingertip from one breast to the other, down my belly and to my apex. “I want you, but I don’t have enough control to take it slow.”
“Then don’t.”
He shakes his head. “I should drop to my knees and–”
“Next time.” My heart drops to my stomach. Will there be a next time?
He cups my face. “Promise me there will be a next time.”
“I promise.”
“Thank God.” He inhales and lifts me by the thighs until my legs are wrapped around his waist. With the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, he waits. Every inch of my body screams for him to impale himself deep inside of me, but he doesn’t move. “Tell me no.”
“Yes.” I arch my hips, angling my body to accept his and lower my sex over the tip.
“Jesus,” he groans and slowly sheaths himself inside of me. With each inch, he fills me, stretching my walls. “So tight. So wet and tight. God, you feel like heaven wrapped around me.”
It’s so slow. More. I need more. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and his control snaps. Shoving upward, he slams into me until he’s fully seated.
I whimper as my eyelids flutter shut. So good. So full. He waits as my body adjusts to him. And waits.
I snap my eyes open. “What?”
He smiles. “I’m waiting for everything to go wrong.”
“Stop.” I laugh. And with that, our movements become furious.
He slams his mouth over mine, meeting my tongue with the same intensity that he pounds into my sex. It feels so good. His cock brushes repeatedly over my taut muscles. I need more. I squeeze down on him and arch my pelvis upward.
His intensity increases–faster, deeper, more erratic. He pounds furiously into me, and I meet him thrust for thrust. I might not have had sex before, but I’ve imagined it, read about it, and watched videos. I was ready even if I might not have ever had the chance. It’s better than I expected. Way better.
He spins us around and pins my back to the wall. “I’m about to lose control, and I don’t want to drop you.” His body is slick against mine as sweat glistens on his tan skin.
“That wouldn’t be good.” My voice is raspy as I choke out the words.
He leans down and clasps his lips over my nipple and sucks. Holy cow. The sensation shoots straight from my tit to my pussy, like there’s a direct line between them. As he tugs and twists on the taut tip, I moan my approval. “So good. Don’t stop.”
He pulls back with a feral expression on his face. “Tug the other one. I can’t use both hands.”
“I….” I swallow. “Okay.” The added sensation of cupping my breast and tugging on the nipple as he sucks my flesh and slices in and out of my throbbing wetness sends a low pulsing throughout my lower body. “Oh, my God. So good.” I flex my walls over his steely length, cradling and forcing him to hit all those spots that feel so good.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons against my skin. “Squeeze my dick and don’t stop until….” He gasps as I squeeze tighter. “Don’t fucking stop ever.”
I couldn’t if he begged me to. It feels too good. We climb higher and higher as the slapping over our bodies, and the scent of our lovemaking fills the room.
Stars fill my eyes as everything darkens around me. “Don’t stop. Please,” I whimper as tears sting my eyes. If he–
My entire body convulses as he pounds relentlessly into me. The orgasm shakes me to the core. Over and over again, I ride him, convulsing and loving the feeling. “So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop.”
“Baby,” he grunts out as his body shakes against me. “Fuck.” He jerks and spasms as he thrusts one last time into me, causing his balls to slap on my ass. “Jesus.” He stiffens as heat fills my pussy, and I sag against him in exhaustion.