I liked the way he said “requests,” as if he’d take what I said into consideration but wasn’t making any promises.
He was so sexy. Annoying sometimes, but incredibly sexy. His muscles weren’t as thick as the twins’, but his chest, his abs—absolute perfection. No wonder he had so many thirsty followers.
“Well, I’ve done missionary,” I said a little shyly. “And I’ve been taken from behind while standing. So... could we try something different?”
“Absolutely.” He strode toward me and put his hands possessively on my hips. “There are so many things we could try that we could stay here until graduation without getting bored.”
“That sounds like more fun than writing papers and giving presentations,” I said. Then I winced. “Which really isn’t what I wanted to be talking about right now.”
“Me either.” Asher moved in, pulling me to him, my bare stomach hitting his. His kiss overwhelmed me, claimed me, damn near took ownership of me.
His strong, talented fingers slid all over me, squeezing, rubbing, circling. And in less time than I thought possible, my pulse raced and my breathing sped up.
Then he grabbed my thighs and lifted. I clutched his shoulders for balance and wrapped my legs around his hips. Our heads were nearly level now, and this time I was the one to lean in to kiss him. With my legs spread like that, I could feel even more how only a small layer of fabric separated me from the hard bulge in his boxers.
Without breaking the kiss, Asher walked backward, and I marveled at how easily he seemed to carry me. He wasn’t as big as the twins, but he was strong.
I clutched his shoulders as he set me down. He disengaged only long enough to kick off his boxers, then he sat down in chair. He pulled me on top of him, arranging my legs so I was straddling him. I kept his face in my hands as I kissed him while he seemed to be touching me everywhere at once—squeezing my ass, rubbing my back, teasing my nipples.
I pulled back slightly, breaking off the kiss and looking into his dark eyes. They were so close and watching me so intently. I trailed my fingers down his chest, then to his flat stomach. Then I grasped his rock-hard dick. He groaned, closing his eyes briefly.
With my knees on either side of him on the chair, I lifted myself up and positioned his cock under me. Or at least I tried to do, but first I managed to brush it past my clit andthat felt good.
“Ooh, I like that,” I moaned. I did it again.
Asher gave a low, rumbly laugh. Then he took over, nudging my hand aside and fisting himself, positioning his cock right at my entrance while I grasped at his shoulders.
“Ride me, gorgeous.”
I sank down slowly, feeling my inner walls part and stretch for the third time tonight. I had no idea how sore I was going to be tomorrow, but every ache was going to remind me of this incredibly hot night.
It felt good as I moved up and down on Asher’s cock. He guided me with his hands on my hips, gripping me tightly, helping me find a rhythm. The sensations were building, pleasure coiling in my core, and I let my head fall back as I moved on him.
But when I opened my eyes, his face was right there, inches away, watching me. Staring at me as if he were trying to look inside my mind. And suddenly it felt different. I didn’t know where to look, didn’t know where to put my hands. I was suddenly self-conscious in a way I hadn’t been with Landon or Kai.
I looked away, then closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, on the fullness of him inside me, on the way his hands gripped my hips. But when I opened them again, he was still right there, his eyes dark and intent, and it was too raw, too intimate.
I stopped moving.
“What’s wrong,gorgeous?” he asked immediately, his hands gentling on my hips.
“Nothing. I’m just tired.”
Disappointment flash in his eyes before he hid it. “I don’t blame you. We worked you hard. Let’s find your clothes and?—”
“No, I don’t mean I want to stop—” I tilted my head toward the bed. “Can we go over there? Could you be on top? Please?”
He frowned slightly, like he wasn’t sure that was really it, but he said, “If you’re sure you want to keep going.”
“I’m sure.”
He stood and carried me to the bed. He laid me on my back with my ass close to the edge. Then he lifted my ankles, causing me to bend my knees, and he sett my heels on the edge of the bed.
He fisted himself a couple of times and entered me while standing next to the bed. It felt deep, and there was an ache, but it also unleashed a longing in me, a desire to come as I got fired up very quickly.
This was better. I could breathe again. It didn’t feel as raw and intimate now that our faces weren’t right next to each other, and I was able to enjoy it as he took me hard, skillfully driving into me. My shrieks filled the room, and my breasts bounced as his cock pounded in and out.
I started to wonder why it had felt so different before, but then he shifted hisangle and hit a spot that made me cry out, and I couldn’t think about anything except how good it felt.
