A smirk plays on Asher’s lips as he climbs over the length of my body. My legs are already splayed out on the bed as he settles between them. Asher hovers over me, his face just inches from mine as he plants his hands on the bed beside my head.
I watch as his expression changes, the smirk falling from his lips as his eyes slowly search mine. A wave of emotion passes through them and I desperately want to know what’s going through his head right now. Instead, he stares down at me, silent and unmoving.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Sydney,” he murmurs, his eyes shining back at me as his gaze penetrates mine. “Seeing you like this has my heart feeling like it’s about to combust.”
My throat is thick with emotion as I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to mine. We’ve both had enough to drink tonight, but I think we’re sober enough that we shouldn’t be having this conversation. Nothing with emotion is good for us. And Asher is kicking things up a notch.
I can’t have him under my skin, getting in my head and playing with my emotions. We need this to be mindless, just two friends enjoying each other—nothing more.
Asher’s mouth collides with mine, his tongue instantly parting my lips as he slips it inside. My head swims as he kisses me senseless, stealing the air from my lungs as our tongues tangle together. He distracts the thoughts from my mind, pushing them far away as I focus on the way his body feels pressed against mine.
The tip of his cock presses against my center and I roll my hips, inviting him in. I’m on birth control, so there’s no need for a condom or any worry of pregnancy. And God knows, I’m not stopping him in this moment to have that goddamn awkward conversation.
Asher leaves one hand on the bed beside my head as he slowly begins to move his hips, sliding inside me. His other hand trails down my body, sliding under my ass as he lifts me up to get a better angle. His grip tightens on my flesh as he fills me completely. Asher moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound, a smile playing on my lips.
It’s insane, knowing that I have this effect on him. Never once in my life did I ever think that we would actually end up in bed together. But here we are… and here he is, acting like I’ve always wanted him to. Just knowing that he’s this into it has me ready to lose myself around him already.
His lips leave mine, trailing along my jawline and down my neck as he begins to move his hips in a steady pace. He rocks in and out of me, his cock stroking my insides as he dives in deep with every thrust. My body is still on fire from him going down on me and I don’t know how much more I can take of this.
Asher’s mouth is on my throat, licking and sucking my skin as his hand grips my ass tightly. He lifts me up every time he thrusts into me, but instead of picking up the pace, he slows it down. It’s almost goddamn torturous because I just want him to fuck me into oblivion at this point. Instead, he’s teasing me, slowly easing his cock in and out.
“What are you doing?” I murmur, sliding my hands into his hair. Wrapping my fingers around his locks, I pull his face away from my neck until he’s lifting his head and looking back at me.
A sinister smirk plays on his lips. “Taking my sweet time with you.”
I shake my head, biting my lip as he thrusts into me harder the next time he moves his hips. “I want you to fuck me, Asher. Fuck me until the world around us ceases to exist.”
“I will, beautiful,” he breathes, his lips finding mine in a slow kiss before he pulls away again. “I’m not ready to be done with you, though.”
I look up at him, tightening my grip on his hair. “This is goddamn torture,” I practically plead, my voice sounding more like a whimper than anything. “Fuck me, Asher. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He doesn’t say another word, instead a peculiar look mixes with the fire burning in his irises. Thrusting his hips, he slams into me and I can’t stop the moan from slipping from my lips. A smirk plays on his and he stops with his cock fully inside me.
“Is that what you want, Sydney?” he questions me, tilting his head to the side as he raises an eyebrow. “I’ll give you whatever it is that you want, babe.”
I nod. “Please, Asher.”
Asher pulls his hand away from my ass, planting it back on the bed as he slowly moves his hips. He begins to pull out of me and just when I think that he’s going to stop with the tip inside of me like he has been, he doesn’t, instead he completely pulls out of me and I feel his absence immediately.
Pushing my bottom lip out into a pout, I stare up at him in confusion. The cold air from the room takes the place of his warmth and I find myself reaching for him, trying to pull him back to me. A chuckle vibrates in his chest as he smacks my hands away, rising to his feet. He stands by the edge of the bed, staring down at me for a moment.
My lips part as I begin to protest whatever the hell he’s doing. This is the complete opposite of what I asked, and he said he would give me whatever I want. As I’m about to question him, he wraps his hands around my ankles and quickly pulls on my legs, dragging me down to the edge of the bed with him.
A yelp escapes me, as his movements startle me. Asher stares down at me with that same damn smirk on his lips. “What? Did you think I was just going to leave you like that?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” I breathe, attempting to lift myself up on my elbows. Asher is faster than me, planting his hands on my collarbones as he pushes me back onto the bed.
My heart pounds erratically in my chest, my breathing rapid and shallow. My need for him is greater than anything I’ve ever felt before. Warmth floods me as I stare up at the fire burning in his eyes. Asher reaches for me, his hands finding my waist. His fingertips dig into my flesh as he abruptly flips me onto my stomach.
There’s something about this side of him that is driving me wild. I like him like this, taking complete control. I’ve never seen this Asher before, but I fucking love it.
I’m on the bed on my stomach and Asher’s hands slide down to my hips. Gripping them, he lifts my ass into the air, positioning himself behind me at the same time. The head of his cock presses against me, but he doesn’t fully enter me.
He releases my hip with one hand and slides it down the length of my spine. I feel his hands in my hair as he wraps the length around his fist and tugs lightly. “Tell me what you want, Sydney.”
Swallowing roughly, I glance at him over my shoulder. “I want you to fuck me, Asher. Hard.”
A feral groan slips from his lips and he abruptly thrusts his hips, slamming his cock into me. I cry out, partly in surprise and partially from the pleasure coursing through me. He tugs on my hair and grips my hip with his other hand as he begins to pound into me.
There’s no gentleness in his touch anymore. All that’s left between us is the need for release. He does exactly what I ask, fucking me harder and harder with every thrust. I can barely hold myself up and I don’t even know what sounds are escaping me anymore. I can’t stop moaning as he strokes my insides with his cock, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
He tightens his grip on my hair as my pussy clenches around him. “Come for me, beautiful,” he growls, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my ass.
That’s all it takes. His command, his balls slapping against me, and one last thrust as he fills me completely. I shatter around him, losing myself in nirvana as my orgasm tears through my body. My legs shake, my pussy clenching harder around him as my body ignites on fire.
Asher isn’t far behind me, pulling out at the last minute as he coats my ass with his cum. I feel the warmth, the sound of his groans as he comes. I can no longer hold my body up as I collapse onto the mattress. My chest heaves, rising and falling with every shallow breath I take.
He disappears for a moment, before he’s wiping the mess from my backside with an article of clothing. My heart pounds erratically as I try to catch my breath. I’m still riding out my high, my head swimming from the current state of ecstasy that he induced in me.
I slowly climb up the length of the bed, collapsing again as I reach the pillows. Asher pulls the covers back and slips in underneath them as he positions the sheets over the two of us. He slides his arm under my neck, pulling me flush against his side as he lays on his back.
Resting my cheek on his chest, I listen to the sound of his heart beating erratically against its cage. Neither of us say a word, and honestly, I don’t think any are needed in this moment. I don’t want this night to be over, but I can barely hold my eyelids open as exhaustion begins to set in.
“Sleep, my beautiful girl,” Asher murmurs as he plants his lips against my forehead.
He warms my soul with the warmth of his mouth and I never want to let him go.
But I know this can never happen again.
And I’m afraid for what tomorrow will bring.
