The Welder (Working Men Series Book 4)

by Ramona Gray

  I handed him the results of my STD tests as I looked at his on his phone. After a few minutes, he handed the papers back to me. “You good not using a condom?”

  I nodded. “I’m on the pill.”

  “What?” He gave me a blank look.

  “I’m on the pill too so…”

  “Yeah, okay, good.”

  I frowned as he looked away. It seemed weird to me that Asher wouldn’t even ask if I was on the pill. To be honest, the thought of little Asher Jr. growing in my belly didn’t bother me in the least, I loved kids and wanted a baseball team of them, but it was odd that Asher wouldn’t be concerned about an accidental pregnancy.

  “Let’s go,” Asher said abruptly.

  I drank the rest of my water and wiped my mouth off before nodding. “Okay. Right. Follow me.”

  He followed me out of the kitchen and down the hallway to my bedroom. I tried not to limp too badly, but he was frowning when we reached my bedroom.

  “Are you sure you can fuck with your knee like that?”

  “Yes, of course.” Panic was starting to set in. “It hardly hurts, I swear.”

  He glanced at my knee and then at the door, and I knew he was about to call the whole thing off and leave.

  In desperation, I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. “Here, I’ll give you a blow job before we have sex. What do you say?” I grabbed the waistband of his jeans, he groaned when my knuckles brushed against his abdomen, and tried to tug him toward the bed. “I probably shouldn’t kneel on the floor, but I’ll sit on the bed and give you one. Okay?”

  “Luna, stop.” He pushed my hand away from the button on his jeans. “Enough.”

  I flushed and crossed my arms over my torso. “Sorry.”

  “How many men have you slept with?”

  “What does that matter?”

  “Tell me.”

  “A bunch,” I lied. “Well, not like a bunch, but a good amount. Like at least five, no I mean, six. Yeah…six guys.”

  I shivered all over when he stepped closer and wrapped one big hand around my braid. He tugged until I was looking up at him and he bent down. I could feel his warm breath on my lips as he said, “The truth, Sunshine.”

  “One,” I said. “I’ve slept with one guy. But we banged like bunnies so I’m, like, really good at it.”

  He stared silently at me and I said, “We had to have had sex like a thousand times, I swear to God.”

  A grin was crossing his face and I scowled at him. “What’s so funny?”

  “Do you know that every time you lie, you twitch your nose a little?”

  “I do not!”

  “There it goes again.”

  “Fine, maybe we didn’t have sex a thousand times. But it was a lot.”

  “How many times?” Asher asked.

  “Why does the exact number matter?” I said crossly. “I’m good at sex.”

  “You’re the one who started talking exact numbers. Now, tell me the truth.”

  I gave him a huffy look. “Eleven. Okay? I’ve had a penis in my vagina eleven times.”

  He stared pointedly at my nose and I made a snort of anger. “Fine! Ten times. I’ve had actual sex ten times.”

  “What happened during the eleventh?” His big hand tugged on my braid then slid down my back to cup my ass. He pulled me up against him and I was surprised to feel his erection pressing against my belly.

  “Uh…”

  “What happened on the eleventh time, Sunshine?” His voice was so persuasive and when he pressed a light kiss against my throat, I couldn’t stop my moan.

  “I – I was giving him oral sex and he had an orgasm.”

  “So, you didn’t fuck?”

  “Well, no, he couldn’t. He’d had an orgasm. He fell asleep and that was it.”

  Asher traced the zipper on my dress and sucked on my earlobe. “He didn’t eat you out, make you cum on his face while he got hard again and then fucked you?”

  I moaned when he traced the curve of my ear with his tongue. “No, of course not.”

  “How many times did he eat your little pussy, Sunshine?”

  I gripped Asher’s big arms when he unzipped my dress and stroked my bare back with his rough fingertips.

  “Twice.”

  “Only twice? That’s pretty fucking selfish of him.” His hand dipped down to trace the band of my bra.

  “Uh, it was my fault. I didn’t, um, really like oral sex so…”

  “If you didn’t like it, he wasn’t doing it right.” Asher pulled my dress down and let it pool on the floor at my feet. He studied my body and I bit my lip at the lust in his eyes.

  “He, uh, he said he was doing it right.”

  “What didn’t you like about it?”

  Feeling ashamed, I tried to distract him. “Does it matter? This is about you tonight, right? So, let’s stop worrying about me and start concentrating on you. I want to make you feel good.”

  I tugged on his shirt and he stripped it off and dropped it to the floor.

  “Holy moly,” I breathed. His upper body was incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my hands against the dark hair that covered his chest. “You’re so muscley.”

  He groaned when I rubbed my hands over his abdomen. “I’ve never seen a guy with so many muscles. How often do you work out? Every day, right? I bet it’s every day. You couldn’t get this many muscles just from welding. I mean, maybe you could but -”

  “Luna,” he groaned, “stop talking and kiss me.”

  I blushed and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck. He bent, and I brushed my mouth against his. He moaned, and I kissed him again, this time licking his mouth with the tip of my tongue.

  I gasped when he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He set me on it gently and stretched out beside me before kissing me. I opened my mouth and let him explore me with his tongue until we were both gasping for breath. God, Asher Stokes was really good at kissing.

  He pushed one hard thigh between my legs and notched it up against my pussy before cupping my breast. He toyed with my nipple through the silk fabric of my bra and reached for the front clasp.

  “Take this off,” he ordered.

  I helped him unclasp my bra and wiggled out of it. He was staring at my tits and I made a self-conscious giggle. “They’re too small, I know.”

  “They’re perfect.”

  I cried out when he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue and sucked it into an aching hardness as he pulled and tugged on my left with his fingers.

  “Ash, please!” I was ashamed to be begging already, but holy crap, his mouth felt so good. I was rubbing my pussy against his leg and digging my fingers into his back, and I was close to cumming all over his damn leg and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet.

  As if he’d read my mind, Asher’s hand left my breast and brushed across my flat abdomen before sliding into my panties. I arched into his hand, ignoring the flare of pain in my knee, when he rubbed his fingers across my pussy.

  “Nice and wet for me, honey,” he breathed into my ear.

  I moaned and clutched at his arm when he brushed my swollen clit with the tips of his fingers. “Oh God, please. I want to cum.”

  He chuckled and nipped at my earlobe. “I bet you do. You’re so hot, Sunshine, I barely have to touch you and you’re ready for my dick. Aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered when he touched my clit again. My shame had been pushed out by the overwhelming need. “Yes, I’ve wanted you for so long. Please make me cum, Ash. Please.”

  “Soon, honey,” he said.

  I groaned in disappointment when he pulled his hand out of my panties. He cupped my breast, spreading the wetness from his fingers onto my nipple before leaning over me and sucking and licking it away.

  “Oh my God!” I clutched at his big head, my body arching repeatedly as each pull of his mouth sent a bolt of pleasure straight to my pussy. “Asher!”

  “Shh, Sunshine. You don�
�t want your neighbours to know you’re being fucked, do you?”

  “I don’t care!” My voice was almost hysterical. “Make me cum.”

  “Soon,” he repeated. “But first,” there was a note of amusement in his voice, “oral sex.”

  I hoped my disappointment didn’t show on my face. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to give him a blow job, but I’d been so close. Just a few more touches of his rough fingers and I would have cum. But, tonight wasn’t about me. It was about him. It wasn’t exactly fair of me to expect him to give me an orgasm when this was my test to pass or fail. What mattered was that he had an orgasm tonight.

  “Right. Of course.” I squirmed down the bed. “Take off your pants and -”

  “Hey.” His hands wrapped around my arms and pulled me back up the bed. “Where you going, Sunshine? Hips up.”

  “Uh, to give you a blowjob?” I stared at him in confusion as I lifted my hips and he tugged my panties down my thighs. He moved down the bed and pulled my panties off completely before stretching out between my thighs.

  “What are you doing?” I tried to close my thighs, but they were blocked by his wide shoulders.

  “I’m about to eat your little pussy.”

  “No!” I tried to wiggle away from him, but he wrapped his big hands around my thighs and held me steady. “No, I told you I don’t really like it, and tonight is about you and making you feel good. I don’t need you to…ohhhh. Oh my God.”

  I stopped squirming and dug my hands into the sheets as Asher bent his dark head and licked my pussy again. His wet tongue probed between the lips of my pussy and licked at my swollen clit. I squeaked out an obscenity and clutched at his head.

  “Like that, Sunshine?” He raised his head and grinned at me.

  “Uh, it was, okay.”

  “Nose twitch,” he said.

  I blushed and tugged on his hair. “Do it again.”

  “Do what again?”

  “You know what.”

  “Say it.”

  I chewed on my bottom lip. “Eat my pussy, Asher.”

  “Don’t move your legs too much when I’m eating your pussy.”

  I gave him a blank look and he raised his head and pressed a gentle kiss against my swollen knee. “Be careful of your knee. You don’t want to hurt it more.”

  “I won’t,” I said. “Please, Ash. Please.”

  He smiled and buried his face between my legs again. I moaned and cried out and then muffled my cries by burying my face in my pillow.

  Holy.Fucking.Hell.

  I don’t know what the hell old what’s-his-name had been doing when he ate my pussy, but it had felt nothing like this. Asher’s tongue moved perfectly across my pussy, touching and licking and tasting all the spots that made me want to scream with pleasure. He sucked on my clit, tongued my hole, then nibbled on my wet lips as I moaned and panted and pleaded into the pillow.

  I was so fucking close and when he slid one thick finger into my tight hole and sucked on my clit, I shrieked into my pillow and came all over Asher’s face. My pelvis rocked against his face and vaguely I was aware of his hot tongue licking me clean as my climax went on and on. When I finally collapsed against the bed, pleasure drenching every part of my body, Ash sat up and wiped his face on the sheet before sliding off the bed.

  I was unbelievably relaxed, even the pain in my knee had subsided, and I made a cat-like smile of satisfaction. “I feel so good, Ash.”

  “I know, Sunshine.” He sat on the side of the bed before pulling me into a sitting position. “C’mon, honey, get off the bed for a minute.”

  “Yeah, sure, okay.” He’d made me feel so incredible, I would have grown wings and flown to the moon if he’d asked me to. I’d never had an orgasm that good from having my pussy eaten. Hell, I’d never had an orgasm that good, period.

  I climbed off the bed and wobbled my way between his open legs. I knew he wanted a blowjob now and I wished I could sit on the bed and he would stand, but I didn’t want to seem difficult.

  “Could I have that pillow to kneel on?” I asked him. I was mentally preparing myself to try and balance on one knee while I blew him. I glanced down at my knee. My balance was so bad that I was pretty certain I’d end up… holy crap.

  My eyes widened as I realized that Asher was naked. Asher had taken off his jeans and he was sitting naked on the side of my bed. I took an involuntary step back when I saw his erect cock. Claire was right. He was massive. He was the size of my goddamn forearm and there was no way I was getting that thing into my pussy. I didn’t care how wet I was or –

  Luna! Pull it together! He is not the size of your forearm for God’s sake. It’s just a penis. A big one, but still just a penis.

  My inner voice was trying to be sensible and part of me knew she was right. Asher was big, but he wasn’t freakishly big, I just hadn’t seen that many penises.

  “Luna?”

  I smiled at Ash and reached for the pillow. Maybe he’d lose control while I was sucking his dick and cum in my mouth and I wouldn’t have to worry about trying to fuck him. But, hell, if he did cum in my mouth, I’d tell him that he still had to pretend date me. It wouldn’t be my fault if –

  His hand tugged the pillow from mine and dropped it on the bed.

  “I’m going to need that to give you oral sex,” I said.

  “I don’t want a blow job right now, I want to fuck you.”

  “Are you sure? You gave me oral sex so it’s probably only fair.”

  “Luna.” He gave me an exasperated look, but his dick didn’t soften so I figured he couldn’t be that annoyed.

  “Sorry.”

  “Turn around.”

  “I – turn around?”

  “Yes.”

  I turned around and he put his big hands around my waist. “Straddle my thighs.”

  “Backwards?” I said.

  “Yes.”

  “Hey, um, why don’t you lie on the bed and I’ll ride you. I’m really good at that,” I said.

  “No, I want you like this.”

  I swallowed nervously – so much for wowing him with my sex moves - and sat on his thighs, letting my legs dangle on either side of his. His cock rubbed against the small of the back when he pulled me back and rested my spine against his chest.

  He cupped my tits and kissed my neck. “Does this hurt your knee?”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” I arched my back when he pulled on my nipples. To my surprise, my pussy was starting to ache again.

  “You look so pretty when you cum, Luna. Did you know that?” He nuzzled my braid and I shook my head.

  “I, uh, no, I didn’t know that.”

  “You’re so beautiful. I love your hair and your soft skin, and your perfect tits and your sweet little pussy. I can’t wait to be in your tight pussy.”

  I moaned and tilted my head so he could press kisses against my throat. Who knew that Asher Stokes would be a sweet talker in bed?

  “Your nipples are gorgeous. Look how hard they get for me, Sunshine.”

  I stared down at my nipples. They were a dark red and hard and swollen and pleasure zinged down my spine when Asher pulled on them.

  “So many sweet freckles.” He kissed the top of my shoulder and I rubbed against his cock. Shit, I was getting horny again. I was actually thinking maybe I could try and take Asher’s cock.

  I reached behind me and slid my hand around his dick. He groaned and pumped his hips, but my eyes were widening, and my body was stiffening. Fuck, he really was big.

  I let go of him. “Asher, I think you’re too big.”

  “I’m not,” he said.

  “I – I think you might be. I’m not trying to be difficult but, uh, you’re a really big guy and I’m kind of small and… oh God!”

  Asher had dipped his hand between my legs and he rubbed my clit before lifting his hand and showing me his fingers. “Look how wet you are, honey. You can take my cock.”

  “What i
f I can’t?” I whispered. “Will you be mad?”

  “No.” He turned my head and kissed my mouth. “I won’t be mad. I know you’re nervous, but will you try for me? I promise I won’t hurt you.”

  I studied his face before nodding. “Yes, I’ll try.”

  “Good.” He kissed me again and I took a deep breath when he put his arm around my waist. He lifted me easily and I tried not squeak when the blunt head of his cock pressed against my pussy.

  “Relax, honey. It’s going to be so good,” he breathed into my ear.

  I tried to relax and was stupidly surprised when Asher eased me down over his cock and there was no pain. I watched my pussy swallow inch after inch of his thick shaft and although I was beginning to feel stretched and stuffed full, it didn’t hurt.

  When I had taken every inch of his dick and my ass was pressing against his thighs, Asher rubbed my thighs. “Okay?”

  “I did it,” I said. “I took all of it.”

  He smiled and kissed my neck again. “Good girl, honey. Brace your hands on my knees.”

  I leaned forward a little and did what he asked. His big hand held the back of my neck and I moaned when he began to move his hips up and down. “Oh, oh God, that feels…good.”

  “It does,” he groaned. “So fucking tight.”

  He moved harder and faster. I bounced on his lap, hanging onto his knees and crying out with every stroke. Every once in a while, his cock would bump against a spot, a spot that made my stomach clench with pleasure and my nerve endings light up.

  Oh God.” I tried to shift slightly, I wanted that rush of pleasure with every stroke, but Ash was too strong, and I couldn’t move. I cried out with need and want as he plunged back and forth, taking every deep stroke of his cock like his good girl, as he fucked me hard.

  He was groaning and panting behind me, his warm breath making goosebumps rise on my skin. When he reached around and cupped my pussy, his fingers rubbing my clit, I made a shriek of pleasure and wiggled on his cock.

  “Oh, oh God, Asher!”

  “You like that, honey?” He groaned.

  “Oh please, oh, oh, oh!” My second orgasm hit me, making my pussy clench around Asher’s thick cock and my nipples as hard as glass. I squeezed around him as he moaned my name and made three hard strokes before stiffening. Warmth flooded my pussy and he groaned my name again before pumping hard and fast.