I don’t have time to process his words before Asher grips my hips and pulls me closer to him, sealing his mouth over my clit and sucking so hard my vision blurs. Barely coherent but hating to lose at anything, I grip his cock at the base, sucking at his head while I move my hand up and down, stroking firmly.
He groans against me, and I feel the vibration through my entire body as his tongue laps at my clit, and his flavor explodes in my mouth. I keep my mouth on him as my body coils tighter and tighter, desperate for release at his delicious suction on my clit as his tongue works me. Wanting him to come,needinghim to come with a desperation that borders on manic, I cup his balls and slide my fingers back to that sensitive spot, making his hips jerk again.
He chuckles darkly against me, and I hear his thoughts as if he’s speaking them out loud.
Game on Juliette.
With his mouth sucking me harder, his tongue moving faster, he grips my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and pressing his thumb against my tight hole, the place no one but him has ever touched. The filthy move has pleasure shooting through me, a deep moan rising from my chest. I double my efforts, increasing the pressure of my hand moving in tandem with my mouth. The combination of Asher’s mouth suctioned to my clit and his thumb tracing slow circles has me two seconds from exploding, so with my last rational thought I graze my teeth along the underside of his cock at the same time as he flutters his tongue along my clit and presses in with his thumb, and my entire body bursts in a supernova of pleasure while his cum floods my mouth and his deep groan rumbles against me. My legs are trembling against Asher’s face as he wrings every drop of pleasure out of me, and I swallow down every drop of him.
When we’re both finally wrung dry, I roll off him, collapsing onto the bed, my head at his feet.
“I guess it was a tie.” I pant out a laugh, trying to take in oxygen as my heart gallops.
“Jesus Christ, you’re good at that,” Asher gasps, trying to catch his breath.
“You know how I like to be the best at things. And you’ve turned me into some kind of sex crazed maniac, I swear.” I fling an arm out and wrap it around his leg, my fingers grazing absently along the back of his knee.
“It’s just that I’m so good at sex.” He lifts his head to grin down at me.
“Well, at least you’re confident in your abilities,” I say with a smirk, my hand still stroking along his knee. He brings his hand down to cover mine, blowing out a breath and moving it away from him.
“If you keep stroking my knee like that, I’ll have no choicebut to show you again just how confident I am. But I’m starving, and I hear voices in the kitchen, so I think we’re going to have to save round two for later.”
“Sad but true,” I say, sitting up and laying right on top of him, leaning on my elbows and bracketing his face with my hands. Looking down into his gorgeous face, love runs through me, warm and true and absolutely sure.
“I love you, Ash.”
He grins at me, and his face lights up at my words. “I love you too, Juliette.”
Asher
If I wasn’t so sex drunk and focused on Julie’s ass as she walked down the stairs in front of me, it probably would have registered that there was way too much noise in the kitchen for it to be only Julie’s parents in there. But it didn’t, so when I walk into the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the table where Rachel and Steven Parker sit chatting with my parents, coffee mugs in front of all of them. Julie is already rounding the table to hug my mom and dad and sit down before she notices that I haven’t moved from the kitchen doorway.
“Coming, Hot Shot?” she asks, a grin on her face.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “And why don’t you seem surprised to see them?” I direct that question to Julie as five sets of eyes settle on me.
“You’ll have to excuse my son, Rachel. He usually has better manners than this,” my mom says, giving me the momlook that still shrivels my balls even though I am a grown-ass man.
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Rachel waves away my mom’s concern, getting up from the table and crossing to the oven, stopping in front of me to pat my cheek. “I have some experience with ill-mannered children.” She lets out a dramatic sigh that has me choking out a laugh before she opens the oven and takes out a pan of cinnamon buns.
“Asher, honey, come sit down,” my mom says, pulling out the chair next to her that Julie left vacant. I walk over and hug her and then my dad, taking the seat in between her and Julie.
“So now can you tell me what you’re doing here, having coffee in my girlfriend’s kitchen in Pittsburgh when you live in Boulder and I saw you three days ago?”
“I called them,” Julie says next to me.
I turn to her, confused. “When?”
“When I left your house yesterday. I called Jeremy and then I called your parents. I didn’t think you would want to tell them over the phone, and I wanted you to have all your people with you. They got on a red eye as soon as we hung up.” She shrugs a shoulder, as if it’s nothing that she got my parents here and sitting next to me twelve hours after I got my career-ending news. After I’ve been agonizing over how to tell them. I wrap an arm around her and bury my face in her hair.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Anything for you, Hot Shot,” she whispers back. When I pull away, both sets of parents are grinning maniacally at us.
“Can you all stop it? It’s fucking creepy.”
Rachel pins me with a stern look. “Asher Hansley you may be a grown man, but you will not say fuck in my kitchen.”
