He groaned and reached down to adjust himself. Jealousy filled her. She wanted to be the one to touch him, stroke him, taste him.
“Rae?” His voice took on a decidedly deep and husky quality. “You okay?”
“I’ve had better days,” she admitted, instead of telling him she wanted to lick him like her favorite lollipop.
He sat up, the dark desire she saw in his eyes seconds ago was gone.
“What’s wrong?” He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her onto the bed next to him. His scent, a mix of pine aftershave and male muskiness hit her nose. She bit her lip to stop herself from groaning.
“I’ve been fighting a headache all day,” she said, revealing half the truth of how she’d been feeling.
“Stress,” he stated. He enfolded her, placing her back to his chest as he extended his legs.
“You think? Why would I have any stress?” she snapped, uncaring how sarcastic she sounded.
“Don’t be so upset with me,” he cooed, ignoring her nastiness. “Let me help.”
He brushed her hair to the side before settling his hands under the collar of her robe and gently massaging the tight muscles. She groaned when he pressed his thumbs against the knots. Every so often, he’d pause and place kisses on her neck and shoulders. She groaned; her nipples pebbled and moisture gathered on her sex.
“Better?” he asked, his breath caressing her neck as he nibbled on the exposed flesh.
“Um hmm.”
The area around them filled with a different type of tension. There’d always been this thread of sexual heat, but now…she couldn’t explain it. When it came to sex, she wasn’t normally aggressive. A lot of it had to do with her not craving sex. Until Asher. Work had always been her focus, and before work it had been school. She had all of two sexual partners before Asher, and neither made her experience what he had. Over a desk, no less.
“I am sorry for the way my team spoke to you. They shouldn’t have been crude or rude to you. They know better and I will deal with it,” he murmured.
Glancing at him over her shoulder, her breath caught in her throat when she met his hooded desire-filled gaze. Not wanting to give him the upper hand this time, she pushed the robe off her shoulders, then turned until her knees rested between his spread legs. “I am still extremely pissed off at them. They had no right.”
“I agree. They stepped over the line with you, and I promise, it won’t happen again.” He brushed his lips over hers as he ran the pad of his thumb along the swell of her towel-covered breast.
Damn it. Why did he have to agree with her? She could have handled him being an asshole a hell of a lot better.
“You’re overdressed,” she stated as she fingered the corner of the tucked part of her towel above her breasts, letting it fall, leaving her naked between his massive thighs.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his gaze dropping to her breasts. He licked his lips. “We’re getting fucking naked this time.”
His bluntness should offend her. If anyone else ever spoke to her the way he did, she’d have slapped them across the face. Him, on the other hand? His words made her hot. Her pussy ached. Every inch of her tingled with anticipation.
In the back of her mind, she thought she should have stopped him. After everything they’d been through, was she sending him the wrong messages? That it was okay for them to disrespect her? He gathered her in his arms. The T-shirt he wore brushing against her nipples had her hissing in pleasure. She reached behind him and pulled off his shirt, then tossed it on the floor. With precise movements, Asher kicked off his ACU pants.
His body was…amazing, a work of art. Wide, muscular shoulders and arms tapered down to a slim waist and thick thighs. His entire torso was void of hair, except for a trail that led from his belly button to his groin. She licked her lips, suddenly wanting to follow the pathway with her tongue.
Hell, who was she fooling? She wanted to lick the deep ridges of his stomach, the small copper discs of his nipples and finally his dick, which was a thing of beauty. It was long and thick. The fat head was covered in pre-cum and she wondered what he tasted like.
His hand reached down, adjusting the heavy sac laying under his dick. Her eyes widened as his hand wrapped around the heavy stalk, stroking it languidly. He moaned and she was jealous it had been his hand stroking him. She wanted to do it while she swirled her tongue around the bulbous tip.
She watched in rapt awe as more pre-cum pooled in his slit. It called to her, and again, her body made the decision. Leaning toward the oh-so-tempting flesh, she swiped her tongue across the crest, groaning as the sweet and salty taste hit her tongue.
He laid his hand on her head and burrowed his fingers into her hair, almost as if he were afraid she’d stop. Wrapping her lips around the head, she flattened her tongue, lapping at the underside of his cock as she hummed in pleasure and took more of him into her mouth. Blow jobs weren’t something she had a vast knowledge of. But, with one taste of him, she’d make it up as she went, as long as he didn’t pull out.
“Give me your hand,” he demanded.
Rae braced herself, then did as he asked, placing her hand in his. “Like this,” he grunted. “I like it hard with a bit of pain.” He applied pressure, getting her to tighten her grip to the strength he preferred. “Now, suck me.”
Slowly, she fed more of his length into her mouth, till the fat head butted against the back of her throat and she backed away when she gagged.
“Breathe through your nose,” he told her while putting his other hand on her head, guiding her back down. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hips jerking, sinking him even deeper. “Swallow around me.”
She did.
“Yeah…just like that. Fuck.”
Asher allowed his head to fall back on his shoulders as a crimson flush tinged his cheeks. Her breasts brushed against the coarse hairs of his thighs, causing her clit to throb and her cream to coat her slit.
“I need in you,” he proclaimed. His words echoing her own thoughts. He pulled her off his erection with a loud pop.
She whimpered, “Asher.” She licked her bottom lip, trying to capture his taste.
“Son of a bitch.” He slammed his mouth down on hers and forced his tongue between her lips. Their tongues dueled, rubbing against each other, fighting for dominance.
He palmed her breast, worrying his thumb across her nipple while the other hand dived between legs.
“You’re soaked,” he grunted when he broke the kiss. “You got off on sucking my dick, didn’t you?”
Unable to answer him, she simply nodded.
“Damn.”
He moved, lying across the bed, pulling her with him so her legs straddled his body. His dick rested between the lips of her sex.
“I’m not sure what—”
“I’ll take care of getting my dick inside you. All you need to do is lean forward so I can play with your tits. While I’m doing that, you’re going to work that sweet pussy of yours up and down my dick, fucking it.” Holy hell, did he have a dirty mouth. “Babe, you gotta lean forward,” he smirked.
“Oh, right.” She was discombobulated and he knew it; she could see the amusement in his eyes. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on either side of his head, pushing her breasts into his face. He grabbed her hips, lifting her body until the head of his cock rested in the opening of her pussy. If she had more experience, she’d have known better than to do what she did. Instead of working him into her slowly, she sank down, taking almost all of him inside her body in one thrust.
She whimpered as she struggled to accept the invasion. He wasn’t helping matters. He arched his back, sinking the thickest part of his length inside of her.
It didn’t hurt, per se. It was more pressure—a feeling of being overfull.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he panted.
He released his hold on her hips and his fingers danced up her spine, stopping when he reached her shoulders. Pulling her down, he captured a nipple between his lips.
Each tug on the hard bead was a direct line to her womb. She clenched around him and he groaned against her flesh, sucking harder. He released it with a loud pop and kissed his way to the other. “Come on, babe, ride me.”
With each roll of her hips, the crest of his erection rubbed against her sweet spot. If she kept this up, she’d be coming by the third or fourth stroke.
“Fucking hell, you’re close. Let me feel it. I want to feel you come on my cock,” he demanded as he met her with thrusts of his own. He pulled her down to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he took over, jackhammering in and out of her pussy.
Her womb clenched, her toes curled as her body raced toward bliss. He rolled them, tucking her under his big body. When she went to wrap her legs around his waist, he stopped her, opening her to his thrusts. She swore he touched her everywhere.
“Asher…” she screamed. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him, and he grunted. He didn’t stop. Instead, he picked up the pace, fucking her through her release.
“Ohmigod, Ohmigod,” she chanted.
“Give it to me,” he urged.
He released her legs, then tucked his hand under her ass, changing the angle of his penetration. A single, blunt finger pressed against her puckered hole, pressing, demanding entrance.
“Asher,” she moaned when he tucked the tip inside her. She stopped moving.
“Relax.” Easy for him to say, he didn’t have something wedged in his ass. “Give me your mouth.” She did. It distracted her and his finger slipped deeper and any resistance she felt earlier disappeared.
“Not tonight, but soon. I’m claiming your ass,” he stated when he broke the kiss.
At any other time, she might have smacked him for being so cocky and assuming she’d let him take her anally. If he pulled out and pressed his advantage now, she’d let him. They both knew it, so she ignored him and focused on the dual pleasure her body was experiencing. Another orgasm started deep in her belly.
“Going to come. Going to fill you up,” he declared. His thrusts were less measured now, more erratic.
“Yes,” she panted, needing it as much as he did.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “I want to see them when you climax.”
Bossy. It took all of her will power to lift her eyelids and meet his gaze as he commanded.
Waves of pleasure, deep and strong, coursed through her body while spasms rippled along the sensitive muscles of her sex. Her orgasm triggered his and he thrust hard and deep, then stilled. The warmth of his release filled her.
He collapsed, his body heavy against hers, and his breath came in heavy pants. She ran her fingertips up and down his damp back, wanting to keep contact with him as long as possible.
“Fuck me. Really?” he grumbled.
It wasn’t until he removed his finger from her ass and slipped from her body that she realized someone was knocking on her door. Insistently.
“Boss,” O’Malley called through the closed, and hopefully, locked, door. “Open up. We got some new data.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him. I swear.” Asher got up from the bed while pulling the covers over her still trembling, naked body.
“How does he even know you’re here?” She tucked the covers under her chin.
“He tracked my key card. It shows my last entry point,” he bitched as he picked his pants up off the floor and pulled them on, leaving them unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. How was it possible to look so damn sexy, after what they’d done, she’d never know.
His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his hair was damp. One look at him and Jake would know exactly what had just happened in her room. The thought had her wanting to crawl out of her skin, not out of shame, but embarrassment. She knew at her age she shouldn’t be a prude, but with the way the men around there talked, she didn’t need them even considering her…their sexual relations... as fodder.
Rae slipped from the bed and scurried to the bathroom. She turned on the water, this time to a cooler setting, and waited a moment.
“What the fuck, O’Malley?” she heard Asher snap out as she stepped into the shower and allowed the spray to drown out their conversation. As it stood, if she went by Asher’s tone, he wasn’t pleased, not that she could blame him.
She grabbed her bottle of body soap to wash up. She was sweaty and…Oh shit…sticky. Very sticky. Their combined release coated the top of her thighs. Oh, sweet Jesus. They had sex without a condom. And she wasn’t on any birth control. Her body hadn’t handled it well, and she stopped taking it years ago because it made her so sick.
Her gaze flickered to the door. Did Asher realize what they’d just done? Desperately, she tried to recall the date of her last period and couldn’t.
Wasn’t that just fucking perfect.
Asher and Jake continued to argue. Something about a witness and the cyanide pill tooth they found in two of Barclay’s men.
“Asher!” she yelled when a memory from the day surfaced.
The bathroom door slammed open. Asher stood in the doorway, filling it with his big body. O’Malley stood behind him peeking over his shoulder.
“What the fuck, Jake? She’s naked. Back the fuck up,” Asher spat as he stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door on his 2IC’s face.
“I remembered. Oh, God. I remembered something,” she cried as she sunk to the floor, ignoring the cold tile floor as it touched the back of her legs and ass.
“What?” he prompted, squatting in front of her, pulling her into his arms.
“There weren’t supposed to be any survivors. Their orders were to eliminate all witnesses. I overheard them right before whoever shot the guy who pulled his weapon on me. They mentioned another name.” She rubbed at her forehead as she tried to recall the name.
“Think, baby,” he urged.
“Lincoln. His name was Lincoln.”
“Fucking A,” O’Malley said as he kicked open the bathroom door. “More proof that the fucker is dirty as hell. Another eyewitness, one who doesn’t have anything to do with Barclay.”
Well, fuck.
“I am going to fucking kill you, O’Malley,” Asher snarled, reaching behind with his hand and slamming the door again in Jake’s face.
Chapter Thirteen
Hitting O’Malley in the nose with the door had been the best damn thing he’d done since being balls deep in Rae. Shit, he still couldn’t believe he went bareback with her. Yet, the idea of stopping to grab a condom put a damper on everything with her. He’d have to make sure she was okay with it before they wound up in bed together again.
“Next time,” he snarled. “Stay the fuck out.”
Jake put his hands up and took a step back. Blood trickled from his nose. His eyes were wide with shock. He never pulled any of his punches when it came to fighting, and surely now wouldn’t be the first time. What made today any different? Who the fuck cares? He opened the door to Rae’s room and pointed. “Get out.”
“Calm the fuck down. That girl’s got you in a knot.”
“Don’t start. Kicking your ass isn’t high on my list of things to do.” He closed the door in O’Malley’s face, then stomped back into the bathroom where he’d left Rae. The water was back on, and her silhouette danced along the curtain as she moved under the water. Without hesitation, he shucked his pants and joined her.
Water dripped from her sun-kissed skin. Drops clung to the tips of her hard nipples, begging for him to partake. He groaned. Damn. She was a wet dream in every sense of the word. His dick ached as though he hadn’t been balls deep no more than twenty minutes ago. He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around her middle to tug her backwards.
Her soft gasp made his cock jerk. “We didn’t use protection.” Asher bent his head forward to nuzzle her neck. “You okay?”
She gave a curt nod. “I don’t know what to say, is all.”
“Do we need to be prepared for getting pregnant?” He had lost his mind. He shouldn’t have put her i
n this predicament.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I can’t take birth control. It fucks with my system.” She shuddered in his arms, the water going cold. “I’m not mad, though. I thought I would be, but I think, I’m okay.”
He took a deep breath and let it out. “Fuck, you’ve got me all kind of possessive, Rae. I can’t describe it. You’ve awakened a primitive part of me.”
She gave a husky chuckle that shot straight to his groin. “Are you going to drag me back to bed and have your way with me?” She wiggled against him, teasing the length of his erection.
He gritted his teeth. “Why go back to bed? I can take you here.” He pressed his lips to the column of her neck. “God, sweetheart. Everything I want to do to you is nasty.”
“Tell me.”
“I already did.” He nipped at her. “I want your ass. I want your mouth. I crave seeing you swallow my come. I yearn for everyone here to know you belong to me. Can I tell you a secret?”
Her breath hitched. “Yes.”
She trembled in his arms. The hard points of her nipples beckoned him to taste. To suck and nibble on. To make her come just by stimulating her nipples. “I get off making you scream. The idea O’Malley stood at the door and heard me fucking you added to the whole situation.”
“Asher,” she whimpered. Her fingernails bit into the flesh of his forearm.
He reached down between her legs and found her pussy soaking wet. “Hell, yeah.” Her clit poked out from its hood, demanding his attention, and who was he to say no? He rubbed the tight bundle of nerves.
“Oh God.” She arched to his touch while her breath came in soft pants. With each flick of her clit with his finger, she tensed a bit more.
Asher would get her off then let her finish her shower. They had to go, and later, he would take his time. Allow her to explore his body. Right now, all he cared about was loosening her up. Over and over, he teased the seam of her pussy, dipping his fingers inside then back to her clit. The muscles of her pussy fluttered, trying to keep him lodged inside her. “Greedy. I love it. Tell me you’re going to milk my cock when I get deep inside you later.”
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