Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
ASPEN
The date was amazing, but now that we are back at the clubhouse, I don’t want to part.
“I wish we had our own place,” I say suddenly, my cheeks pinkening at the insinuation we would live together.
“Panther said I could buy a place, or we could build one here. We have plenty of land. Is that what you want?” he asks.
“That actually sounds great, but I don’t know if I want to wait years while living in this place,” I admit as he walks me down the hall to my room.
“We could rent a place in town until it’s ready if you wanted,” he says, pushing me into the wall next to my door before pressing his lips to mine in a chaste kiss.
“I like that idea, but maybe we wait another couple of months. I’m not sure I am ready for the real world yet.”
“Anything you want, baby, I’ll do.”
I can see the conviction in his eyes. He means it. If I ordered him to leave, he would in a heartbeat, even if it ripped his own out.
I would never, though. Not when he holds my heart in his hands.
“Come inside?” I ask him.
He groans. “I don’t know if that is such a great idea. I don’t know if I can control myself.”
I lick his bottom lip. “Who said I wanted you to?”
Pushing him back, I open my door, then step backward inside. When he moves forward, his eyes following my every move, I know I have him. He won’t be leaving tonight if I have any say in it.
The door clicks shut behind him, the lock turning the only sound in the room.
Slowly, I back toward the bed.
“I need help taking my shoes off. Could you help me?” I whisper.
He moves quickly, dropping to his knees in front of me. My jeans are tight against my skin. It makes me wish I hadn’t worn them, but I wanted on his bike. I needed to wear them for safety.
Right now, I wish I had said fuck safety.
Still, his hands burn through the denim of my jeans as he runs them from my upper thighs down to my ankles.
One at a time, he removes my biker boots, kissing the inside of my thigh as he does. My pussy is aching for him. I need him to do more than light kisses and touches.
After my shoes are off, he doesn’t stop touching me. Instead, he rubs his hands up and down my legs, squeezing my ass when he finally sweeps high enough up.
“Is there anything else you need from me, Aspen?”
I nod. “I need my pants off.”
He growls before his fingers find the button of my jeans. He undoes them, pulling them down my legs, my panties getting tangled up in them until I fall back onto the bed. He gets them off me in record time.
“Is that it?” he asks, looking up at me from between my legs.
I am bare to him, my own arousal slickening my pussy. I need his mouth there now, but I am shy all of a sudden.
With other guys, this wouldn’t be an issue, but this is Asher.
My Asher.
“Speak the words and it’s yours, Aspen. You only need to ask,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the skin of my upper thigh as he wraps my leg around his shoulder.
The other leg goes next, leaving me open to him.
“Asher, I want you to lick my pussy,” I tell him, trying to hold back the cringe from being so forward.
I never had to speak what I wanted before. Men just did it.
Asher is different, though. He is always going to make me say it first, so he is one hundred percent sure he has my consent. It is the product of our first time together being so fucked up.
I both hate it and love it.
It only shows me what kind of man he is.
A damn good one.
Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue through my wetness, groaning when he gets his first taste.
“Is this what you wanted? For me to lick you like an ice cream cone?” he asks, taking another leisurely lick.
That is not what I wanted. I need more from him. I need pressure and pace.
“No, Asher. I need more.”
“Tell me what you need then, baby.”
Rather than tell, I grab his hair and push him down into my pussy.
“Words, Aspen.”
“I need you to eat me like you are a starved man,” I growl out at him.
He chuckles against me. “All right, my little songbird. Let me hear you sing then.”
I feel his fingers spread me open before he leans in and licks my clit. It is like a shock to my system. My eyes fall closed as I savor his touch.
Why does it feel so much better with him?
My thoughts flee as he picks up his pace, two of his fingers slipping into my pussy as he continues his calculated attack on my clit. I’m not mad at it, though. The way his tongue is pressing against it feels like heaven.
I can feel my body building up to my orgasm as he continues his ministrations. My hands are pulling at his hair, my hips grinding.
I need this release. I need it more than my next breath.
Asher doesn’t disappoint. He doesn’t change a thing as he keeps up the steady pressure. Then, when I think I can’t handle any more, he nips my clit while simultaneously curling his fingers up inside me, pressing down hard.
I have an out-of-body experience. It’s the only way I can describe it.
One moment I am there with Asher, and the next, I see heaven.
I don’t even know what my body is doing until I come back down from my high and look down at Asher.
He smirks up at me, his face drenched in my arousal.
He makes a show of licking all around his lips, and he hums his approval.
“Mmm. So good. Have you ever squirted before?”
My eyes bulge because no. No, I haven’t.
His smile only grows. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
This man is sexy as hell. What the hell am I going to do with him?
When he stands, I see his bulge in his pants, and an idea hits me.
Turnabout is fair play after all.
ASHER
I made her squirt.
Fuck, do I feel proud.
I mean, I have heard of women squirting before, but I never experienced it myself.
Then again, the women I had been with before never made me want to spend an eternity between their legs, making them scream out the way Aspen did.
Fuck, I want to eat her again. I wonder if she’d let me.
When I look down at her lying on the bed, her shirt still on, but naked from the waist down, I feel like a lucky man.
This woman is mine.
Her eyes aren’t on mine, though. They are on my cock, which jumps at her attention.
She sits up, sliding to her knees on the floor as she looks up at me.
I can see the question in her eyes.
Can I?
A better man would say no. This was about her, but fuck if she doesn’t lick her lips. I think she truly wants to suck my cock.
I made her a promise that I would always give her what she wanted.
“If you want it, you can have it,” I tell her, my tone husky.
She doesn’t hesitate. She unbuttons my pants, pulling them down to my ankles. Then she moves to my boxers, slowly pulling them until my hard cock bounces out, nearly hitting her in the face. The sight is so erotic that I have to think of anything else, so I don’t come right there.
Once my boxers are gone, she looks up at me.
Fuck, she is gorgeous.
“Shirt off. I want to see your tits,” I tell her.
She looks surprised, but does as I ask.
Aspen is a tall, thin girl. She doesn’t have more than a handful of tits, but they are perfect. I love the rose pink tint to her nipples and the way they move when she is turned on.
As she sits below me naked, I realize I am powerless to this woman. She could stick a knife in me, and I would thank her for it.
I am so gone for this girl, and when she finds out, I am in trouble.
She leans forward, licking the tip, the bit of precum sticking to her as she leans back, leaving a string attaching her to my cock. It looks downright sinful. Especially the way her eyes focus on it as she licks her lips once more, drawing it into her mouth.
“Fuck, Aspen. You’re killing me.”
She glances up at me, a coy smile on her face.
“Now you know how it feels, Asher. You have been killing me for weeks now.”
I go to respond, but like the fucking goddess she is, she sucks my cock into her mouth, robbing me of all thought.
The warm, wet heat engulfs me, making my eyes attempt to close. I force them open, though. I don’t want to miss a single moment of her mouth on me. I want to savor every single sensation of her tongue as she slides it against the underside of my cock.
Slowly, she starts to bob against me, taking more and more into her mouth with each go. When I feel the back of her throat, I swear I see stars.
“You are taking me so fucking good, baby. So fucking good,” I mutter.
That has her humming her approval, which only makes my balls tighten.
I am going to blow my load within minutes. There is no doubting that.
“My little songbird, look at you on your knees for me. Do you like sucking my cock?” I ask her.
I have never been a talker before, but with Aspen, I want to praise her. I want to know what she is thinking. I want everything from her.
She nods her head, swallowing on my cock. She hasn’t fit the entire thing inside, but it doesn’t even matter. What she is doing now is more than enough to push me over the edge.
I want more of her, though.
I want all of her.
“Sing for me. Be my little songbird. Brand your song on my cock,” I tell her.
Her eyes water as she takes more of me in, but she keeps them on me. She watches my reactions. She lets out a soft hum, and I feel the vibrations all the way down to my toes. When she does it again, a little stronger, I almost collapse to my knees.
The third time, she full-on hums before swallowing my cock down her throat as far as she can, choking on it as she does.
It is enough. I come without warning, filling her beautiful mouth with my release. She doesn’t hesitate. She swallows as much as she can as she pulls back.
It’s too much for her, though. It spills out of the corner of her mouth as she finally stops short of pulling me out completely, keeping my head in her mouth.
When I stop jerking, she pulls off completely. Before she can wipe her mouth, I use my finger to collect my release.
I don’t know why, but I have this urge to shove it inside of her. It’s stupid, reckless, but I fall to my knees anyway. I spread her legs, doing as my body commands. She doesn’t stop me as I press the little bit of my cum inside of her.
No, instead she bears down on me, taking more of me in.
“Fuck, Aspen. You are fucking perfect,” I tell her.
She smiles warmly at me. “Show me. Make me come again.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I make her come three more times that night with my mouth and fingers.
I know she wants more, but I can’t give it to her. Not yet.
Our first time needs to be special.
As I hold her in my arms, I make that promise to her.
When I take her the first time, it will be the last first time she ever has.
She will not forget it.