Chapter 33
Tip thirty-three; if you're going to beg, make sure they make you mean it.
Ivy
"You know, we're going to have to tell Leon, eventually, right?" Asher says, his hands on my hip, chin resting on top of them as we lay in my bed, the sky dark outside and the world silent.
"I know." I sigh, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I dread the conversation.
Hi, Leon, I'm dating your best friend and kind of have been messing around with him for the last three months.
Everything all dandy with that right? By the way I know you slept with Charlotte and Asher doesn't and I'm not going to tell him because I made a promise.
Aren't we just the picture-perfect family?
"Shotty not." A voice says from my desk, and I roll my eyes at Charlies grin while she looks between Asher and I, her face still tinged with discomfort but she's trying.
And I'm not helping.
I move Asher away from his perch on my stomach and sit up straighter while he pouts like a child, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, don't stop on my account," Charlie mutters, flipping a pen between her fingers.
"Why are you still here?" Asher grumbles, glaring at his sister but the action has no heat behind it.
"Because my best friend is here, why are you here?"
"Because I want to sleep with my girlfriend." Asher says with his signature smirk, and I smack his shoulder. He catches my hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckle.
"Argh, ew." Charlie lets out a full body shudder and glares back at him. "I did not need to know that."
"I said sleep." He says with a grin, tightening his grip on my hand when I go to pull away because I sense what he's about to say. "Not fuck."
"Asher." I snap quietly, feeling my cheeks flame to life. He only grins back like the cat that ate the canary, full of pride.
"What? My sister needs to know that she's encroaching on our time. And that I can't help it that I'm thinking of laying you out on this very bed-"
"Fine, fine, fine." Charlie interrupts. "I'm going." My bedroom door shuts with a soft click behind her, the sound of her footsteps rushing down the stairs following shortly after.
I flash a glare Asher's way. "Why did you do that?"
"So, I could do this."
He kisses me, climbing over my body, his knees resting on either side of my hip, hands moving to grab both my wrists and trap them in his grip.
"So, I can kiss my girlfriend." The way he says the word girlfriend has a rush of giddiness filling me. The grin on his face contagious. He says it so proudly. And then he does kiss me, again and again and again.
"You never asked me." I mumble as he lips leave mine for the slightest second. Asher looks down at me, his eyes sweeping over my face, tracing each dip of my features.
"This is me asking." he murmurs, leaning back down to deliver a scorching, slow kiss to my lips, dragging every one of my breaths with him as he pulls back. "Will you be my girlfriend."
I blush and curse myself for it but Asher grins at the redness, his eyes crinkling at the corners and I'm not ashamed of my blush around him anymore.
"Yes."
"Good, because I was thinking up ways, I could change your mind if you said no."
I grin at the twinkle in his eye. "Like what?"
"You really want to know?"
I nod, feeling heat take over my whole body. "Yes."
"Take off your clothes."
My stomach swoops and Asher releases my wrists, watching me as I lean up slightly, hooking a finger around my shirt to pull it up and over my head, flicking the shirt to the floor. Asher watches me with rapt attention, his eyes taking in every subtle movement I make.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it drop to my lap before it joins my shirt on the floor.
Asher clears his throat, "lean back."
I do, the pillows cushioning around me, and Asher shifts back on the bed, his fingers skimming my waist to hook around my pyjama pants, and he begins slowly dragging them down my legs, taking my panties with him until I'm completely naked before him.
I was completely bare before him and yet I had never felt more powerful, watching as Asher skims his gaze up my legs, pausing slightly when he looks between my legs before he's staring at the rest of me, his eyes coming to a pause on mine.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever loved."
I grin, feeling giddy. "Am I not the only girl you've ever loved?"
"You are beautiful. And the only girl I will ever love." he says, reverence in his tone. "And I'm going to show you that for the rest of our lives."
Asher's fingers trail along my body, leaving a tingling path in their wake. He starts at my collarbone, tracing its curve before sliding down between my breasts. His touch is feather-light, teasing. I shiver as he circles my navel, then traces the curve of my hip.
"Asher," I breathe, my skin on fire.
He smirks, continuing his maddening exploration. His fingers dance along my inner thighs, so close yet so far from where I want him. I arch my back, silently begging. Asher chuckles, a low rumble that sends heat straight to my core.
Finally, mercifully, he lowers his head. But instead of giving me what I crave, he presses soft kisses to my thighs, my hips, everywhere but there. His hot breath fans against me and I let out an embarrassing mewling sound.
Asher's lips trail upwards, leaving a blazing path along my skin.
He pauses at my breasts, his warm breath ghosting over my nipples.
They harden instantly, aching for his touch.
He flicks his tongue out, circling one peak torturously slow before taking it between his lips.
I gasp at the sensation as he sucks gently, his hand coming up to caress my other breast.
He lavishes attention on my sensitive flesh, alternating between soft licks and firmer suction.
His teeth graze my nipple, and I arch into him, threading my fingers through his hair.
Asher hums in approval, the vibration sending shivers through me.
He looks up at me through thick dark lashes, eyes twinkling with amusement.
After what feels like an eternity, he begins to move lower again.
His lips and tongue explore every inch of my torso, dipping into my navel before continuing their descent.
My thighs part instinctively as Asher settles between them.
He places soft kisses along my inner thighs, his stubble scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin.
I squirm beneath him, desperate for more.
"Patience," he murmurs, his warm breath teasing me.
Finally, Asher's tongue makes contact, drawing a long, slow lick through my folds. I gasp at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckles softly, the vibration sending sparks through me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he continues his exploration.
He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention on my most sensitive spots. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer. Asher responds by redoubling his efforts, his tongue circling my clit before sucking gently. Pleasure builds within me, a
Asher's skilled tongue works its magic, building waves of pleasure that crash over me. He alternates between teasing licks and more focused attention, never quite giving me enough to push me over the edge. My fingers tighten in his hair as I writhe beneath him, chasing release.
"Asher, please," I whimper, my hips rocking against his mouth.
He looks up at me, eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," he murmurs, before diving back in.
The tension coils tighter and tighter within me as Asher brings me to the precipice again and again, only to back off at the last moment. My skin is flushed and damp with sweat, my breathing ragged.
"You're doing this on purpose." I try to snap but the words just come out wanton, breathy and needy.
He grins, but doesn't reply, going back to pleasuring me with his lips and tongue.
"God, Asher, Please-"
Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them in a come-hither motion as his tongue flicks against my clit, sucking greedily.
Asher's fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His fingers curl and thrust as his tongue swirls and flicks, building the tension higher and higher. I'm trembling, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"Let go," Asher murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "I've got you."
With those words, I shatter. My back arches off the bed as intense pleasure washes over me. Asher doesn't let up, working me through my release, drawing out every last tremor and gasp.
As the aftershocks subside, I reach for him, dragging him up my body. Our lips crash together in a heated kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, tangy and intoxicating.
"I need more," I breathe against his lips. "I want you, Asher. I want to feel you inside me."
Asher pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure?" he asks softly, his thumb caressing my cheek. "We don't have to rush anything."
I reach up, cupping his face in my hands. "I've never been surer of anything," I say, my voice steady and clear. "I want you, Asher. All of you."
A slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes darkening with passion. He leans down, capturing my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands roam my body, igniting sparks wherever they touch. I moan into the kiss, arching against him.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down my neck. I gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, sucking and lavishing attention on it before he moves back to my lips.
"You're sure." He doesn't seem to really be asking, more like he's trying to convince himself that this is happening.
I nod, slipping my fingers into his thick hair, pulling his face to mine.
"I'm sure." I whisper, delivering a kiss to his lips. "I want to have this with you; I want you to show me."