Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Asher
J ulie’s lips drift down my jaw and over my neck as I carry her into her room and shut the door. I have the fleeting thought that I want to look around, to explore the younger versions of Julie that exist inside these four walls. But then the current version of Julie grazes her teeth over my throat while she grinds down on me, the warmth of her pussy surrounding my cock beneath my sweatpants, and every thought in my head falls away except the one where I fuck her right here in this room until we can’t breathe.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed with Julie straddling my lap, I wrap my hands around her neck, tangling them in her hair while I crash my mouth against hers. When I nip at her bottom lip, she lets out a moan and opens for me, sealing our mouths together in a kiss that is slow and deliberate, all passion and pleasure. I slick my tongue against hers, and the taste of her makes me light-headed, and my already hard cock hardens even more. Pulling back, I grasp the bottom of her sweatshirt and pull it up over her head, taking her t-shirt with it. I toss it to the ground and my eyes drift down to her perfect tits, completely bare for me.
“Fuck, Juliette, no bra?”
“Didn’t feel like it.”
I let out a groan and dip my head down, capturing one nipple in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue and tugging on the other one with my fingers. Julie’s head drops back on a moan, and I switch sides, circling my tongue over the other nipple before I bite it softly and lick to sooth the spot. When I start sucking on it and rubbing my thumb over the other nipple, Julie shifts her hips forward, but before she can make contact, I grip her hips to stop her, and she lets out an impatient gasp.
“You want something, baby?”
Her eyes flash and she leans forward, running her nose up my jaw before capturing my mouth with hers. The way she takes charge of the kiss makes me want to tear off every single barrier between us and slide inside her as soon as humanly possible. She pulls back and looks at me, lust and desire painted all over her face.
“I want you to make me come. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Arousal arrows through me but I keep my expression neutral, quirking a brow at her. “And how would you like me to do that?”
One side of her mouth rises in a devilish half grin.
“Dealer’s choice.”
Motherfucker .
I grip her hips and lift her off my lap so she’s standing in front of me. I tear my own shirt over my head and then peel her leggings off her body, taking her underwear with them. She kicks them away while I lean in and press open mouthed kisses to her stomach and slide my tongue along one hip bone, then the other. She rocks her hips forward, but I hold them steady. The scent of her arousal is a heady thing, but I can’t resist teasing her a little.
Moving my hands around her back, I glide them down over her ass, almost but not quite grazing over her tight hole in a move that has her blowing out a breath that ends in a moan. Interesting .
“You like me touching you there, Juliette?” I don’t wait for her to respond before I keep talking. “I think you do. I bet no one has ever touched you there before. One day I will, and I’ll be the only one who ever does. I’ll slide my thumb into that tight hole while I fuck your pussy from behind and rub your clit until you come so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
The sound she lets out is deep and raspy and has my cock straining to break free from my sweatpants.
“What will I find if I slide my fingers into your tight cunt right now, Juliette? Are you wet? Are you dripping for me baby?”
“Asher. Please. Fuck.” Her voice is pleading. Almost a whimper.
I grip her hips again and pull her back down on my lap to straddle me, widening my legs to spread her open for me. In a single movement, I sink two fingers inside her, and my groan mingles with hers. She is so wet for me that there is no resistance at all. With my thumb rubbing circles on her clit in the way I know she likes, I fuck my fingers in and out of her, pressing deep to hit the spot that makes her moan and writhe on my lap. Pulling my fingers out, I press back in with a third, relishing the feel of her stretching around me, grinding down on my fingers to get them deeper, to increase the pressure on her clit.
“I’m so close,” she gasps .
“You gonna come all over my fingers, Juliette? Drip down my hand until I’m soaked in your cum? Do it baby, and then I’ll lick them clean. I fucking love the way you taste when you come for me.”
I lean forward and crush my mouth to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth at the same time as I thrust my fingers up into her. I curl them up and flick my thumb over her clit until she comes on my hand, rocking her hips into me as I swallow her cries with my mouth, a wild satisfaction washing over me at the sounds of the pleasure I gave her. I keep stroking her until she comes down, pulling her mouth from mine, panting a little as her body recovers. I pull my hand out of her, and without breaking eye contact, I slide my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean just like I told her I would.
Her eyes haze with lust as she watches me. “Why is that so hot?”
“I don’t know, baby, but it fucking is. You taste amazing. And now I need to be inside you. So fucking badly, Juliette.”
She slams her mouth to mine in a wet, filthy kiss before pulling away, eyes glinting.
“Then fucking do it, Hot Shot.”
I stand up, holding onto her with one hand and shoving my sweatpants and boxers down with the other. Sitting back down, I kick them away and spin Julie around so her back is pressed to my chest, my cock sliding along her wet slit, soaking me in her arousal. Sliding my hands up her torso to cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over her nipples, I whisper, “Look up, baby,” my breath grazing the shell of her ear and making her whole body shiver. She does, looking right into the mirror hung on the inside of her open closet door.
She gasps at the visual, and when our eyes meet in the mirror, I almost come on the spot at the way we look, bodies tangled together, my hands on her tits and her pussy sliding over me.
“Shit, we’re so damn hot,” she says, her eyes glued to the mirror.
“Bet your ass we are,” I say, pinching her nipples hard enough to have her moaning and sliding her pussy over me. “Stand up a little.”
I help guide her up just enough to notch my cock at her entrance, a groan rumbling out of my chest as she sinks down on me slowly until she is sitting in my lap, my cock buried inside her. She clenches her inner muscles, and our moans mingle together in the air that is rapidly heating around us.
“Nothing feels as right as you wrapped around my cock. Ride me, Juliette, and keep your eyes on me while you do.”
She starts to move, grinding her body down on me as she glides back and forth on my lap, moaning every time she pushes back, and I rub along her inner walls in a way I know makes her go insane. With my eyes still locked on her, I kiss down her throat while she rides me, grazing my teeth along her shoulder and tweaking her nipples harder, making her cry out and ride me faster. The feel of her so tight around me and the view of us in the mirror and the noises Julie is making have me riding the edge so quickly I have to clench every muscle in my body to keep from coming.
“Asher, I need more,” Julie says urgently, riding me faster, harder.
“Anything you want, baby,” I say in her ear, sliding one hand down to rub her clit in the firm circles I know she likes and thrusting my hips to fuck up into her every time she grinds down on me.
“Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I rasp, bringing one hand up to grip her throat while I fuck her faster, rub her harder. I can feel her tightening around me, getting close to the edge, and the feeling drives me wild.
“Watch us, Juliette.” I grit into her ear. “Watch how we look together. Watch yourself soak my cock and watch me come inside you.”
“Asher, shit, yes,” she gasps out, as her legs start to shake, and her hips lose their rhythm. Increasing the pressure of my hand on her throat, I slide two fingers along her clit while I thrust up hard and she comes on a cry, her eyes glued to mine in the mirror. The view of Julie falling apart around me has pleasure licking up my spine, my balls drawing up tight before I come on a groan, my teeth sinking into her neck and my arms holding her tightly to me while I fill her up. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, and it feels like we both come forever, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost a relief when it ebbs, her body curling into me and her head falling back on my shoulder. I wrap both my arms around her and hold her tight against me as our hearts pound and both of our chests heave with the effort of taking in oxygen.
“It gets better every time,” Julie manages, rolling her head on my shoulder to press a kiss to my cheek. The casual gesture after such an intimate moment has emotion rising in my chest, burning in my eyes.
“It will always get better every time, Juliette. We are fire together.”
She laughs a little, bringing her arms up to cover mine, stroking a hand along my forearm, and tangled together like this, I feel our heartrates slowly return to normal. As my body relaxes and I come back down to earth, exhaustion suddenly covers me like a weighted blanket, and I think Julie notices because she unwraps my arms from around her and stands. She leans down and kisses me softly, whispering, “Stay here,” against my lips. Too tired to do anything except appreciate the view of a naked Julie, ass swaying as she walks away, I do exactly what she says. I hear the shower go on and then Julie comes back, taking both my hands and pulling me up, guiding me into the bathroom and straight into the shower.
“Sit, Ash,” she says, gesturing to the built in shower bench. “Let me take care of you.” She unhooks the detachable shower head and leans my head back, wetting my hair. Then she reaches for the shampoo and, with gentle hands, she washes my hair for me. Overcome with a tangle of emotions I’m too tired to separate, I lean forward, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against her chest. I feel her kiss the top of my head and then finish working the shampoo through my hair. By the time she rinses my hair and washes my body for me, I am a puddle.
And when she leans down and brushes a kiss over my injured shoulder, lingering there, lips against the place where I’m broken, my heart cracks open all over again. Tears of relief for what I’ve gained and lingering grief for what I’ve lost pour down my face, mixing with the shower water and swirling down the drain. My sobs are quiet but Julie sees. She sees all of me. She sticks with me through the tears, whispering words of comfort and love, picking up my shattered pieces to safeguard until I'm strong enough to put them back together. When I’m all cried out again, she makes quick work of her own shower then shuts off the water. She wraps herself in a towel and then grabs a second one, drying me off right where I sit.
“Come on, Hot Shot, let’s get you into bed.”
I’m so tired my brain can’t even form words. I just follow Julie back into her room and slide into bed when she pulls back the covers. She gets in behind me, fitting her body to mine and sliding an arm around me. I’m a big guy, and I don’t think I’ve ever been the small spoon, but the comfort of Julie wrapped around me at the end of this day that has felt like forever is so immense it has tears blurring my vision all over again. I take a deep breath and sink further into her hold, and I feel her arm tightening around me, her lips against my back.
“Sleep now, Ash. I’ve got you.”
And with the knowledge that she does, and the confidence that she always will, I close my eyes and drop into sleep.