Chapter 28 – Aster
ASTER
My lips crash against Lily’s, my fingers tangled in her hair.
Reverberations of her moans settle to my bones as I capture them between kisses. Savoring them as the audible confirmation of her satisfaction settles deep inside.
“Beautiful,” I murmur as she drags her nails against my scalp. “Perfect.” She wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her, and I set her on the counter. “Fucking unbelievable.”
“Don’t talk too much or I might regret this,” she pants, but her tone is teasing as she finds the hem of my hoodie, pushing it up.
I tug it and my shirt overhead, tossing them behind me.
“Damn.” She stares at my chest. Her fingertips trail the ink along my skin, and she drags her nails down my rippled stomach. “Now you are a work of art.”
Chuckling, I take her chin between my fingers and force her gaze to mine. “Well, this is a Please Touch museum, so have your way with me.”
Lily grins, grabbing the bourbon bottle I left on the counter. She rises to her knees, slightly towering over me and taunting me in that little mini-skirt. “Open up, Grim baby.”
I glide a hand against the front of my jeans to ease my aching cock.
She’s been edging me since the party—hell, for weeks—and I fear it won’t be over anytime soon.
Tilting my head back, I meet her eyes as I place my hand on her outer thigh and drop my mouth open.
Gripping the bottle’s neck, she tips it, taking a long swig.
Then she grabs my chin, baby blues staring to the depths of my soul as she brings her mouth to mine and spits inside, the steady stream of alcohol hitting the back of my throat.
She’s using my own moves against me, and it’s so damn hot.
Hooking a finger under my chin, she nudges my jaw closed, and her lips slam into mine as I swallow, the liquor burning its way down.
My stomach swirls like liquid in a glass, pure, animalistic need for this woman coursing through every fiber of my being.
The bottle hits the counter with a clank, and I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her close.
My fingers find the buttons of her vest, and I make quick work of unfastening them.
When the last one finally springs free, I pull away from our kiss to admire her.
A baby-pink lace bra cradles her breasts, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.
Lily shrugs off the top, tossing it to God knows where, then leans back on her elbows. My hand runs from her throat, between the valley of her chest, along her stomach, until it lands at her waist.
A pretty grin graces her lips as I languidly undo the belt and slide it off.
“If you don’t behave…” I fold the leather in half, then yank it tight, and a popping sound echoes throughout the room. “We might just need this later.”
She laughs, light and airy. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Tossing it to the side with a clank, I hook my finger through the belt loop of her skirt, and she yelps as I tug her closer, the material riding dangerously up her thighs. “As I said earlier, someone needs the brat fucked out of her.”
She grins wicked. “Greater men have tried.”
“Who?” My eyes narrow. “Names and addresses?”
A laugh escapes her. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I would, but that’s a conversation for another day.
My fingers fumble with her skirt until the button finally pops open.
While tugging it off, I discover a garter on her upper leg with a small knife sheathed in it.
“Well, damn,” I say, dropping her bottoms to the floor, and retreat a step to admire the woman before me.
Her hair is in loose waves. Matching lace bra and panties.
And that damn thigh garter with a weapon.
She is the epitome of my wet dreams. I couldn’t even have imagined anything so perfect.
“Now I see why the belt didn’t worry you. ”
She hops off the counter, and I swear I come a little as she saunters towards me, then presses a finger against my chest, nudging me until my back hits the door of the basement with a rattle.
Adorning a grin so wicked it could kill a man, baby blues holding me in place, she retreats until we’re on opposite sides of the room.
Then she repeats the phrase that’s been stuck in my mind for weeks. “If you can catch me, you can have me.”
My heart sputters as she dashes towards the living room.
When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, my instincts kick in, and I take off after her, a bit sluggish thanks to our first round of this game.
The view of her ass is otherworldly as I chase her to the second floor.
Her giggles echo through the hallway, all the way to my room, and fuck, I could get used to this.
She throws the door closed, but I stop it with my leg, and she bolts.
I shove it against the wall with a bang, and in one short stride I’ve hooked my arms around her, bringing my mouth to her ear.
“You like the hunt, Karma baby?” I murmur, and she shivers under my touch.
Scooping her up, I carry her to the bed, and she shrieks as I toss her upon it.
Her wild, amused eyes find mine as she shuffles backwards, and I crawl after her.
I grip her calf, dragging her to me, then roll us until she’s on top, straddling my stomach.
Our eyes meet, and I graze my fingertips along her legs.
“Better luck next time.” Metal screeches, and a second later, her blade’s at my neck.
Our chests heave in unison, and the smile on her face is more addictive than any substance on earth.
My dick throbs in anticipation, and why the hell aren’t we naked yet?
“Brave words for a man with a knife to his throat.” Her expression is fully amused, hair tousled in a way that has me losing my damn mind.
“I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“That so?” she purrs, rotating her hips as her warm center slides against my stomach. I groan, grazing a palm along her thigh, and her breath hitches, the cool metal still pressed against my Adam’s apple. My fingertips walk their way up to her lacy panties, brushing them lightly.
“Try not to accidentally murder me when I make you come,” I tell her, then dip under the fabric and brush her swollen clit.
“No”—a soft whimper escapes her pretty lips—“promises.”
Fuckkkkk.
If her blade doesn’t kill me, the blue balls might.
Swiping my fingers between her wetness, I circle her entrance. When her eyes meet mine, I plunge inside, eliciting another whine. “Shit.” Her hips buck as I massage her inner walls, and her head falls back. “So. Good.”
“Imagine how incredible it’ll feel when I’m inside of you.
” I increase the speed and pressure of my fingers, and she gasps as her lust-filled eyes find mine once more.
“Sit on my face.” She removes the blade from my neck, then stabs it into the wooden headboard with a bang.
Sitting, I slide one hand around her waist, holding her against me, and with the other I reach around her to unclasp her bra.
It snaps free, and she shimmies it off, discarding it behind her.
My eyes drop to her nipples. Her beautiful, perfect, perky nipples.
My hands have a mind of their own and take one in each palm, rubbing my thumbs over the nubs.
“What is it with men and boobs?” she asks, and I scowl.
“Stop talking about other men.”
“Okay, so my last girlfriend did this thing where—”
“Women either,” I cut her off.
“What are you going to do?” She bats her beautiful long lashes. “Spank me?”
The grin that spreads across my face is wicked, and within seconds, I have her flipped over, ass up, and deliver a stinging spank.
She yelps, my hand throbbing as the beautiful skin immediately reddens.
I lean forward and place soft kisses on the raised marking, rubbing over it gently with my thumb.
She sighs as I kiss closer and closer to the string of her thong.
I yank the dagger from the headboard, then rest the tip against the nape of her neck.
She sucks in a sharp breath as I slide it lightly down her spine, careful of the pressure.
“Should I leave you a marking of your own?” I ask, and she shivers.
“If you’re a good boy, maybe next time I’ll consider it.” My dick jumps. Fuck. I drag the blade to the side of her thong, dipping under the fabric. With a flick of my wrist, I’ve sliced through the material. “Did you just—”
“Yes,” I say, cutting her off, grazing the blade against her skin to the other side and repeating the motion. The lace crumples, and I grab the material, shoving it in my pocket.
With a thunk, the knife finds its home in the headboard once more, and I return my hand between her legs. She elicits a throaty moan as her arousal coats me. So warm. So wet. So mine.
I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. “Baby.” I groan at her sweet taste, scooting back on the mattress. “If you don’t sit on my face in the next ten seconds, I’ll die of thirst.”
She laughs, crawling after me, and drags a pointer under the waistband of my pants. “Only if I get to have a taste first.” She undoes the button and unzips them. I throw my head against the pillow, willing myself not to do something embarrassing like come in her face.
I lift my hips as she tugs off my jeans and boxers in one motion, my hardened dick popping free.
Once they’re discarded, drool practically falls out of her mouth, and pride fills me.
She encircles her fingers around my length, and a groan slips past my lips as she strokes it, then glides her tongue around the tip.
A moment later, my cock is in her mouth, and she sucks so sloppily I have an out of body experience.
I don’t know if it’s heaven or hell or the infiniteness of the cosmos.
But so long as she’s here, I never want to leave.
My fingers grasp her hair, holding tight as she bobs on and off me, saliva dripping down my shaft. I’m so damn close, but there’s no way I’m coming before she does. That would be a tragedy. An embarrassing, never-showing-my-face-in-public-again, otherworldly tragedy.
Refusing to be a one pump chump, I slide my hands under her arms and pull her. She releases my dick with a pop.
“What are you doing?” She giggles as I drag her up my body.
“Sit. On. My. Face.” A moment later, I’m feasting upon the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Her arousal coats my tongue, and when I said I’d die of thirst, I wasn’t kidding because I could spend the rest of my life between these pretty thighs and never need to leave.
My orgasmic oasis in this desolate desert of life.
Writhing above me, Lily grips the headboard.
The range of expletives and moans that escapes her mouth as I lick, and suck, and toy with her opening should be studied.
And just when her body starts to tremble and I know she’s moments from falling over the edge, I pull her off and roll us so she’s beneath me.
“Aster,” she whines, and I swipe a stray hair out of her frustrated, sweat-glistening face.
“I want to fuck you.” My breaths are heavy, body buzzing with need. “More than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in my entire life.”
She gnaws on her lower lip. “Then do it.”
“You sure?” Shut the hell up, you idiot.
“Please,” she begs, and I reach toward my bedside table, retrieve a condom, and rip the plastic open with my teeth.
Seconds later it’s securely on, and thank fuck, because just the idea of being buried inside her has pre-cum dripping out of my tip.
She drops her legs open in invitation, and I slide between them, hovering over her body.
Leaning down, I press a gentle kiss to her lips, my hand gripping my length and swiping between her legs to coat myself in her wetness.
She trembles beneath me, and when I thrust inside, her hands find my back, nails digging in.
I’m already imagining the tattoo I could get from the scars of her claw marks. Mark me up, baby.
“Oh, yes,” she moans, and I wrap my fingers around her throat. Her pulse pounds against my thumb, and my stomach tightens as a rush of heat surges through my entire body all the way to my engorged tip. “Tighter,” she directs, and it’s a goddamn miracle I don’t come on the spot.
Increasing the pressure slightly, I’m careful to ensure she’s still obtaining oxygen. “Tap my wrist if it’s too much,” I instruct, and she nods, a lazy smile spreading across her face.
“I trust you,” she says, and fuck, if my heart doesn’t squeeze at the admission. I press a searing kiss to her lips. Our tongues tangle, sloppy and addicting, as I roll my hips, eliciting a pretty whine.
“I trust you too, baby,” I murmur, reaching down to stroke gently over her clit.
She bucks her hips, and my dick throbs as it hits her inner walls.
She’s panting, squirming, gasping for air, and I thrust in a steady rhythm, bringing us closer to the edge as spots dance in my vision.
Her inner walls grip my cock, and she cries out, fingers sliding in my hair and gripping hard.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, body trembling.
“Wouldn’t dare.” My chest heaves, eyes fluttering shut. With every soft whine that slips from her sweet lips, euphoria takes over, bringing me nearer to that beautiful place. “You take me so well, pretty girl. You feel so fucking good.”
She screams, reaching her final apex with a shudder, and my body free-falls after. Chills scatter along my spine, cock pulsating until I’ve emptied my entire seed into the condom inside her.
As we struggle to catch our breath, her glassy blue eyes meet mine, and she pants, “Guess you caught me.”
I rub my finger against her cheek. “And I’ll never let you go.”