7. Chapter
Samantha
A heartbeat. Two. The world holds its breath.
And then Asher's mouth is on mine and I'm lost. His lips are firm, insistent, moving against me with a hunger that borders on feral. I open for him immediately, welcoming the slick slide of his tongue. He tastes like whiskey and want, intoxicating. Addicting.
I twist in his hold, controller forgotten, desperate to get closer. My fingers grip his shoulders, nails digging into corded muscle as I strain toward him. Asher groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. His hands skim my sides, my hips, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I'm drowning in sensation. In him. Every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth winds the coil tighter. I'm liquid heat, molten desire. Nothing else exists except this. His body on mine. His scent in my head.
Asher tears his mouth from mine to blaze a path down my throat. I moan, arching into him as he finds the sensitive spot just below my ear. He latches on, sucking hard, and white-hot pleasure lances through me. My head falls back, a broken cry on my lips.
"Asher, please..."
"Shh, little bunny. The match is starting."
Wait, what?
I blink as he bites my neck, still suckling, and turn my eyes to the TV.
Oh. He's right. We're loading in.
His lips travel back up to my ear. "Hold onto your controller properly, bunny."
Right. My controller. I grab it like a lifeline, squirming against him, feeling his hips thrust against my ass. Fuck. I want so much more.
It's impossible to focus with his hands roaming my body, teasing, tempting. His breath is hot against my ear, words dripping with sinful promise.
"Kill three players," he murmurs, fingers grazing the underside of my breast, "and I'll make you come so hard you'll forget your own name."
I whimper, head falling back against his shoulder. How am I supposed to concentrate like this? When all I can think about is his touch, his scent, the hard press of his arousal against my backside?
"Four kills..." Asher's hand drifts lower, skimming my stomach. "And I'll use my mouth. Lick you until you scream."
Oh god. I clench my thighs together, aching. The idea of his head between my legs, that wicked tongue on me... I nearly combust on the spot.
"Think you can do that for me, bunny?" His voice is rough, a dark caress. "Can you be my good little student?"
I nod frantically, not trusting myself to speak. I'll do anything he wants if it means feeling his lips on my skin, his hands worshipping every inch of me.
The match starts and I'm determined to earn Asher's sinful promises. His low chuckle rumbles through me as I take off, avatar sprinting across the map.
It's a struggle to keep my head in the game with Asher pressed against my back, fingers dancing along my ribcage. Each touch sends sparks of desire shooting through me, pooling molten between my thighs. I squirm in his lap, seeking friction, and he groans, snaking one of those devious, delightful hands beneath my shirt to grab a breast, squeezing hard, before flicking at my aching nipple.
Desire slams like a freight train straight from my nipple to my clit and I moan, bucking my ass back against him, needing more .
"Focus, bunny," he admonishes, but there's a strain to his voice that wasn't there before. "You want my mouth on you, don't you? Want me to make you fall apart?"
"Yes," I gasp, jerking the controller as an enemy appears on screen. My shots go wide but I hardly care. "Asher, please..."
His hand leaves my breast to slide down, grazing the sensitive skin of my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath. He traces patterns there, teasing, igniting my nerve endings until I'm trembling with need.
"So responsive," Asher murmurs appreciatively. "I've only just touched you and you're already shaking for me." His thumb brushes the underside of my waistband, a barely-there caress, and I whine. "Imagine what you'll be like when I finally get my hands on you. When I spread you open and taste you."
Somehow, I manage to line up a shotgun blast directly at an enemy's head. Their skull explodes in a spray of pixelated gore.
"One down, two to go," Asher whispers, his breath hot against my ear. Pleasure shivers down my spine.
I can't think straight with his hands on me, tracing maddening patterns across my skin. Every brush of his fingers, every ghost of a caress sets me on fire. I'm lost to the heat of his touch, the rumble of his voice. Nothing exists beyond this moment, this need.
But I want his mouth on me more than I want air. Want to feel his tongue bringing me higher and higher until I shatter. So I grit my teeth and force my eyes to the screen, hands shaking on the controller. Have to focus. Have to get those kills.
Asher doesn't make it easy. His lips graze my neck, teeth scraping sensitive skin. I whimper, squirming against him. He's so hard behind me, an insistent pressure that has me clenching desperately around nothing.
"That's it," he murmurs as I manage to take out another player with a wild spray of bullets. "Good girl."
The praise washes over me, heady and intoxicating. I've never wanted anything as badly as I want to be good for him. To earn every filthy promise dripping from his sinful mouth.
His hand dips below the waistband of my leggings, teasing. I nearly fly out of my skin, back arching. Please, please, please—
But he goes no further, fingers maddeningly still. Waiting. I whine in frustration, hips twitching restlessly.
"Ah ah," Asher tuts. "One more, little bunny. Then you get your reward."
Easier said than done when he's touching me like this, winding me tighter and tighter. I'm pure sensation, mindless with it. There's a dull roar in my ears, my blood a frenzied rush through my veins.
I've never been so desperate. So consumed.
Distantly, I'm aware of my avatar moving on screen. I'm shooting blindly, not even trying to aim. Enemies dance in my crosshairs but I don't see them. The whole world has narrowed down to the inferno raging under my skin, the coiled tension low in my gut.
Asher's fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties and I want to scream. He brushes through the slick evidence of my arousal and I shudder helplessly, thighs clamping around his wrist. Trapping him where I need him most.
"Fuck, you're soaked." His voice is a ragged groan, control fraying. "All this for me already?"
I manage a jerky nod, too far gone for words. Yes, yes, all for him, only him. I'll give him anything he wants, everything, if he'll just—
His fingers circle my aching clit and my mind goes blank. I seize up, a high, thin cry caught in my throat. Asher swears viciously, arm banding around my waist as I buck against his hand.
"One more," he rasps, working me mercilessly. The tight circles send sparks of ecstasy raining through me, winding the coil until it's unbearable. "Come on, bunny. Kill one more for me and I'll give this needy little pussy what it wants."
Oh god. A broken moan spills from my lips, head thrashing against his shoulder. I can't, I can't, it's too much, not enough, I need—
On screen, a flash of movement. I wrench the controller up, jabbing the trigger. The shotgun kicks, spraying lead.
My opponent's head disintegrates in a cloud of red.
"Fuck yes," Asher growls. "That's my good girl."
Two fingers plunge deep and I detonate, spine snapping taut as I clench hard around him. Wave after wave crashes over me, relentless. I'm flying apart, lost to the rush. Distantly, I hear myself cry out, voice breaking on his name.
Asher works me through it, murmuring filthy praise as I shake and shudder. "So fucking gorgeous. Could watch you come undone all day. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, bunny. Make this sweet pussy mine."
His words send me spiraling higher, pleasure bordering on pain. It's too much, too intense. I'm fragmenting, shattering. Reduced to mindless sensation.
The orgasm seems to go on forever, aftershocks zipping through me until I collapse bonelessly against his chest, wrung out and trembling. Asher gentles his touch, easing me down. I whimper as he slips his fingers out, suddenly empty. Bereft.
He shushes me, hands soothing now as they pet over my sweat-slick skin. "I've got you. You did so well for me, sweetheart. So perfect."
I can only manage a weak mewl, limbs heavy and useless. The controller slips from my slack fingers to clatter on the floor. Distantly, I register my character on screen, motionless. Waiting.
But I can't bring myself to care. Not when Asher is turning me in his lap, bringing my face to his for a deep, drugging kiss that steals the tattered remains of my breath. I sink into him, pliant and needy, chasing his tongue.
He tastes like sin, sex, and dark promises. I want to drown in it, in him. Mold myself to his strong frame until there's no space left between us. Asher seems to agree, his hands sliding down to grip my ass and rock me against the thick ridge of his erection.
We both groan at the contact, mouths slanting desperately. I'm already burning for him again, aching. Empty and so ready to be filled. He's ruined me, broken me open until I'm raw and wanting. Until he's all I can think about, all I need.
"Asher," I gasp as he tears his lips from mine to nip along the column of my throat. "Please..."
"Bunny." His voice is a dark rasp, tight with barely leashed hunger. "You need to get back to the game."
"I only want you," I breathe, tangling my fingers in his hair to drag him closer. "Just you."
But he turns me back around, yanking my ass back to rub against his erection. My character's still alive somehow, with shining loot all around me.
"One more, bunny. Pick up your controller." His orders are absolute, given in that ragged, rough voice that tells me he wants this as much as I do.
I pick my controller off the floor.