Chapter 27 #2
I swirl my tongue around his head, lapping up the drop of precum that had formed there before licking along the underside of his cock.
Asher’s fingers tangle in my hair as he pushes my head down, making me take more of him.
I resist the urge to gag as he hits the back of my throat.
I hum around his hot length, and he moans again.
I feel his cock swell in my mouth; all hot steel wrapped in velvet against my lips.
I let my teeth gently graze against his impressive length.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I slow my pace, not wanting him to finish just yet.
He takes a sharp corner, and I dig my nails into his thighs in silent warning.
“Fuck, sorry,” he apologizes through gritted teeth. “Sorry. Just… keep going. Don’t stop.”
I feel the car turn again and bump over a curb. Perfect timing.
He practically slams on the brakes as we reach a parking space. His hands are back in my hair, but I’m already pulling away from him. His eyes are clouded with lust and confusion as he reaches for me.
I delicately wipe a finger against the corner of my lips. “We don’t want to be late,” I say with a small, teasing smile.
“What?” he asks, but I’m already unbuckled and opening the car door.
I’m still smiling smugly to myself as I hear the slam of his door, and it echoes in the space around us.
He rounds the car with a purpose. One that I know I’ll enjoy.
He’s in front of me, pupils blown, and cheeks still flushed from the fun I’d had with him on the way here.
I let my tongue flick out and trace my lower lip, and his eyes darken in response.
The parking garage Asher took us to has a few cars scattered around this level, but they all appear empty. I grin, knowing that having more privacy in this situation will work in my favor.
“I feel like I can’t fucking control myself around you,” he growls, boxing me in against his car with his arms on either side of me.
“I don’t like not feeling in control.” His hot breath hits my neck, making me shiver.
“But I don’t know what to do,” he groans, his hand fisting in my skirt, pulling the material higher up my thighs.
His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I resist the urge to moan. “What are you doing to me?” he sighs.
“I’m not doing anything,” I breathe, my lips just barely making contact with his. They feel like fire against my skin.
He spins me around, pressing up against my back so that my hands brace against the car. “You know these little skirts drive me crazy, but they are so goddamn convenient,” he murmurs, his hot breath sending tingles down my spine.
“We’re going to be late,” I whisper.
“Screw the reservation,” he says, opening the car door in front of me. He makes it past me into the passenger seat and is wrenching the seat back as far as it will go, all before I can catch my breath. “Come here,” he orders.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I straddle his lap, and he slams the door shut behind me. I bite his lower lip, and he moans into my mouth as I grind against his still hard erection. He reaches between us and wrenches my thong to the side.
“Only good girls deserve foreplay,” he growls, nipping at my lip in return.
“Sucking your cock was foreplay enough.”
His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as he lets out a low moan. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
He frees himself from his pants and drags his cock through my wet folds. I arch against him, encouraging him to go where I need him. He lines himself up with my entrance just as I manage to say, “Oh, but what a way to go.”
He slams into me to the hilt. I let out a cry at the burn of him stretching me, which is quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure as his fingers find my clit.
He rips my shirt off and tosses it into the back seat as I begin to move on top of him. My bra quickly joins it, and then he’s kissing and sucking at my nipples, making me throw my head back and arch against him.
The windows are quickly starting to fog as he grasps my hips with a bruising force and thrusts up into me harder and faster. I want him to leave bruises on my skin. I love seeing the reminders of how much he wanted me. How lost in his desire for me he was that he couldn’t hold back.
I swirl my hips, chasing my own release. My nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, feeling the muscles tense, and Asher curses. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing in warning but not hard enough to hurt. “Be good,” he growls.
I cover his hand with mine, encouraging him to squeeze harder. He does so and drags me closer to crash his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss, his tongue forcing itself past the seam of my lips to dance with mine.
As he thrusts, he hits that perfect spot inside me, and ecstasy crashes into me, and I gasp as tremors wrack my body.
Asher quickly follows me over the edge, his mouth opening in unabashed bliss.
I feel powerful, making a man like Asher come completely undone. A man who is usually so controlled and stoic, yet he just can’t help himself when it comes to me. Knowing I have that kind of power over him makes me feel invincible, like I can do anything.
He leans his forehead against mine, breathing hard as he lets out a little pleased laugh. He brushes a strand of hair away from my sweaty skin.
“How about that reservation?” he asks with a playful slap to my ass.