The Welder (Working Men Series Book 4)

by Ramona Gray

  I decided it was the perfect time to give him a blow job, but when I started to kneel, his eyes popped open and he grabbed my arms. “What are you doing?”

  “I was going to give you oral sex.”

  He shook his head. “Your knee is still too sore.”

  “Then lie on the bed and I’ll -”

  “No, it’s fine.” He steered me toward the bed and boosted me onto it.

  He was so tall that I was almost eye level with his very erect dick. I leaned forward but Asher shook his head and stepped back. “No, Sunshine.”

  Since when did a guy turn down a blowjob? Feeling a little disgruntled, I said, “I won’t bite while I’m doing it. I promise.”

  “I know.”

  “Then why won’t you let me give you a blowjob? I maybe don’t have a lot of experience with it, but I’m enthusiastic.” I gave him a thumbs up and leaned forward again.

  “I said, no, Sunshine.”

  “Why not?” I scowled at him.

  He returned my scowl. “Because all fucking day I’ve thought about nothing but the way your little pussy tastes and the way you wriggle when I’ve got my tongue in you. I need to eat your pussy before I go fucking insane.”

  I stared at him with wide eyes before scooting back a bit and lying on my back. I cupped my breasts, pulling gently on my taut nipples before spreading my legs wide. “Well, in that case… have at it, Mr. Stokes.”

  He gave me that sexy grin that was starting to be enough to make me wet before stretching out between my legs. He kissed my inner thighs then licked them with soft strokes of his tongue.

  “Hey, that’s not my pussy.” I tugged on his short hair, trying to guide him toward the aching wetness that required his attention.

  He nipped my thigh and I squealed and pulled his hair. “Be nice, Ash.”

  “I am being nice.” He kissed the small patch of red curls at the top of my pussy. “Fuck, the fact that the carpet matches the drapes is hot.”

  I laughed and rubbed his scalp. “I have enough freckles that there’s no way you could think I’m not a natural redhead.”

  “Maybe, but,” he licked the wet lips of my pussy and I arched into him with a broken cry, “I’ve spent years wondering if your pussy hair was the exact same shade as the hair on your head.”

  “Wait, what do you mean years? Asher, have you…oh my God!”

  Asher had spread my pussy lips with his thumbs and at the touch of his tongue on my swollen, throbbing clit I forgot all about his comment. It was only the second time Ash had eaten my pussy and I was already addicted to it.

  I clutched at his head and closed my eyes, letting the sensations and pleasure wash over me as Ash licked and sucked. Unlike Derek who both times he had gone down on me got frustrated if I didn’t cum quickly, Asher seemed to like tasting and exploring my pussy. I babbled and begged and pleaded, pulling his hair when he tongued my hole before teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. He pushed a thick finger into me and sucked on my clit.

  I cried out, my body tensing as I came all over his face. He licked me clean before wiping his face on the sheet and lying on his side next to me. He rested his big hand on my belly. The muscles were twitching and jumping and he rubbed in lazy circles as I stared up at him.

  “Still hate having your pussy eaten, Sunshine?”

  “God, no.” I touched the scruff on his chin. “It’s the best thing ever.”

  He laughed, and I grinned at him. “I’m gonna make you eat my pussy every day for a month straight. I swear to God.”

  A weird look crossed his face and I immediately felt like an idiot when I realized what I had said. “Uh, sorry. I know this is over on Sunday, I just got a little, um, overenthusiastic.”

  He didn’t reply, and I chewed at my bottom lip. “You don’t even have to eat my pussy again this weekend. I know it’s annoying that I take forever to cum and -”

  He frowned at me. “You don’t take forever and even if you did, I wouldn’t fucking care. Turn onto your side.”

  Feeling stupid for making things awkward, I started to roll away from him. His big hand on my hip stopped me. “No, facing me.”

  I faced him and he studied me for a moment before kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips and it brought a slow burn of desire to my belly.

  “I’m sorry,” I said when he released my mouth.

  “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He moved me down the bed and hooked my leg over his hip. He pulled me close until his dick pressed against my pussy. I moaned and immediately reached between us, grasping the base of his dick and rubbing him hard.

  “Put me in you,” he demanded.

  I meant do what he said but the head of his cock grazed against my clit and it felt so good, I did it again. And then again.

  He squeezed my ass. “Luna, put my dick in your little pussy right now.”

  I pouted at him and he cupped my naked breast, pulling lightly on my nipple. “Do it, Sunshine.”

  I guided his cock to my wet entrance and moaned when he thrust and the wide head slipped in. I dug my fingers into his forearm and made another moan when he stopped.

  “You okay?” Asher stroked my hip.

  “Yes,” I said. “Yeah, it feels good.”

  He pushed again, and I wiggled closer until my breasts were pressed against him and he was completely sheathed. I kissed his chest and he groaned before wrapping his hand in my hair and tugging until I stared up at him.

  He studied my face for a moment. “I really like your hair. It’s soft and pretty.”

  I didn’t know what it was about sex that turned grumpy Asher into sweet Asher, but it only made me love him more. As much as I enjoyed fucking him, it was this sweet side of him, the side I would never see again that I would miss the most.

  Stupidly, I could feel tears starting and I blinked rapidly before trying to look away from Asher. His hand tightened in my hair and he gave me a sweetly worried look. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I whispered. “Nothing’s wrong.”

  He studied me and determined not to ruin what brief time I had with him, I ignored my weird melancholy and rocked my hips against him. He sucked in a breath and concern changed to lust in a heartbeat. I ran my fingers over his chest and rubbed his flat nipple with my thumb. He groaned and curved one arm around me. He cupped my ass and held me still as he thrust in and out. I listened to the wet sucking sounds my pussy made as it took his hard cock over and over, and stared up at his face.

  “Does it feel good, Ash?’ I whispered.

  “So good,” he groaned. “You’re so hot and tight, honey. So fucking tight. I love fucking you.”

  He moved in and out of me, the only sound in the room his harsh breathing. He stared at my small tits and muttered a curse when I reached between us and cupped one. I pulled at my nipple, loving the way it made him thrust harder. He was starting to lose the slow and steady rhythm he had set, and his big hand was squeezing my ass so tightly, I was pretty sure I would have bruises.

  I didn’t care. I wanted Ash to lose control.

  He reached between us and thumbed my clit. I squirmed at the sudden burst of pleasure and tried to tug his hand away. “I want this to be about you. I want to watch you lose control.”

  He groaned and rocked his pelvis against me. “Then rub your clit, Sunshine. Rub your clit and cum all over my cock. Nothing will make me lose control faster than watching you cum.”

  He moved his hand and took mine, tugging it toward my pussy. I rubbed my clit, watching the way my pussy lips stretched around each deep stroke of his cock. I was so wet, Ash’s cock was gleaming in the dim light but I wasn’t embarrassed. I loved how easily Ash could turn me on, how quickly he could make me wet and make me cum.

  “Feel good, honey?” Asher panted.

  “Yes.” I rubbed my clit in quick little circles before giving it a pinch. It made me squeeze around Asher’s cock and he made a harsh moan that sent shivers down my back.

  “Fuck,
honey, you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

  “I want you to,” I whispered. “I want you to cum in me.”

  He groaned again and fucked me hard. I stroked my clit, watching Asher’s face and when he closed his eyes and threw his head back, I let myself go over the edge with him. My pussy squeezed him tight, milking him with hard rhythmic pulses as his back arched and he moaned my name. My orgasm shuddered its way through me and I clutched at Asher’s broad body as he flipped onto his back and brought me with him. I sprawled on top of him with his cock still inside of me and rested my cheek on his chest. I listened to the quick heavy beat of his heart as he stroked my back with his big hands.

  I could have stayed where I was forever, or at least the night, but I made myself raise my head and smile at him. “Thank you. That was much more enjoyable than a family dinner.”

  He laughed. ‘You’re welcome.”

  I slid off of him and wiggled my way to the edge of the bed. It was a long way, Ash had the biggest bed I’d ever seen. “Did you get your bed custom made?”

  He nodded and turned on his side to face me. I swung my legs over the bed and sat on the side before giggling. “I can’t even touch the floor.”

  He didn’t reply and I gave him a quick, nervous glance. He was still watching me and even though he’d seen me completely naked twice, I was feeling self-conscious about dressing in front of him.

  Maybe I could sexily bend and gather up my clothes before sexily making my way to the bathroom.

  Or you’ll trip and fall flat on your face and give him a good look at your business in a decidedly unsexy way.

  I sighed. I knew which way it was gonna go, but I couldn’t sit naked on the side of Asher’s bed forever. I needed to get dressed and get the hell out of his house before he started to think I was stalking him. I’d already sounded like an idiot with my ‘eat my pussy for a month’ comment.

  Of course, I was one hundred percent positive that my sister would be waiting for me at my apartment. I cringed inwardly. God, the lecture I was going to hear from her. Maybe if I offered to give Asher a blow job, he’d let me stay for a while longer.

  Girl, he’s turned you down for oral sex every time you offered it. Gather up your panties and your pride and go face your sister’s wrath.

  Ugh. I couldn’t stay here any longer, but I couldn’t go home, not yet anyway. I would grab something to eat and maybe stop in at Claire’s and then go home. My sister was pissed, but was she pissed enough to spend a few hours in the parking lot of my apartment building waiting for me to come home? I was hoping the answer was no. I was off tomorrow and she knew it, so she would have all day to lecture me.

  “Okay, well, thanks again, Asher. I imagine we’re still on for family dinner tomorrow night as well, so I’ll text you tomorrow and let you know what time.”

  His big hand wrapped around my arm. “Where are you going?”

  “I was going to go home, but then I realized that Lydia will probably be waiting in the parking lot like some kind of…waiting person, to lecture me. So, I’m going to get something to eat and then maybe visit Claire for a bit before I go home.”

  “You can eat here.”

  Stupid hope bloomed in my belly. “You don’t mind if I stay for a while longer?”

  He shrugged. “Nah. I was gonna order something to eat anyway. You like pizza?”

  “I do.” I smiled at him.

  “Good.”

  Chapter Seven

  Asher

  I tossed the empty pizza box into the garbage and checked my phone that was sitting on the counter. My sister Isabelle was out with friends, but she’d texted me an hour ago to say she wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t care if she knew Luna was here, but I was planning on making Luna cum all over my dick again and she was on the louder side. I didn’t need my baby sister hearing that.

  I grinned a little. After hearing Luna’s confession about biting, my new mission was to make her lose control until she bit me. Her fucking loser ex-boyfriend was an asshole and I was determined to make her forget all ten goddamn times she’d fucked him. I wanted her to want me and only me for the rest of her life.

  Dick move, asshole. You’re ending this on Sunday. Don’t start acting like she’s your woman. In fact, go back to your bedroom and tell her she has to leave. You let her stay the night in your bed and she’s going to start thinking it means something.

  My inner voice was right. I couldn’t let her stay the night and not just because she might get the wrong impression. She was sweet and kind now, but my father always said my mother was the sweetest woman he’d ever met. Until she wore him down with her distrust and her inability to believe the truth. He was a shell of a man he used to be, and I would forever hate her for doing that to him. I wouldn’t – couldn’t – let Luna do that to me.

  Before I could head to the bedroom and tell her to leave, her phone rang. I yanked open the drawer I had thrown it in and stared at it as her sister’s face floated up on the screen. For a moment, I was almost tempted to answer it. Answer it and tell her sister to fuck off and leave Luna to live her own goddamn life. Instead, I waited until it went to voicemail. Luna’s phone was locked but I could see the text messages from her sister on her home screen. There were at least forty text messages and over a dozen missed calls from Lydia. Her phone dinged and a new text message appeared.

  Luna! I am still at your apartment. If you’re not here in the next fifteen minutes, I swear to God I’ll…

  The rest of the message was hidden, and I shook my head in disgust before tossing Luna’s phone back in the drawer and closing it. Fuck, her sister was like a dog with a bone. If I sent Luna home now, she’d have to deal with Lydia and I wasn’t doing that to her. Besides, I’d made it perfectly clear to Luna that this was not a long-term thing and she understood that. I was worrying for nothing.

  Yeah you are. Luna didn’t even call you about dinner with her family tonight. She knows exactly what this is and prefers it that way.

  I headed back to my bedroom and gave Luna a pissed off look. “What are you doing?”

  I was still naked, but I’d given her one of my t-shirts to wear while we were eating. She had taken it off and she was wearing her panties and was just about to put her bra on.

  “Leaving.” She gave me a confused look. “Dinner’s over and I should probably get home.”

  See, told you. She only wants you for sex anyway.

  I ignored my loud-mouthed asshole of an inner voice. “Your sister is still at your apartment.”

  She made a face. “How do you know?”

  “She texted you while I was in the kitchen. I could see part of the message on your screen.”

  She sighed. “In that case, scrap the home part. I’ll go over to Claire’s instead.”

  “You don’t have a car,” I said.

  “Oh shit!” She stared at her bra. “I completely forgot about my stupid car. I’ll call an Uber. Thank you again for helping me with my car, and dinner and for the, um, sex. It was really good.”

  My ego was immediately outraged. “Good? It was good?”

  “No, I said it was really good.” She said as I stalked toward her.

  She stepped back, tripping over her own feet, and I caught her around the waist before she could fall and hit her head on the footboard of the bed.

  “What’s wrong?” She asked.

  “Good, is what’s wrong.” I pulled her bra from her hand and tossed it on the floor.

  “What? There’s nothing wrong with saying the sex was good. It was good. It was really -”

  “If you say the sex was really good one more time, Sunshine, I’ll spank you.”

  She got a devilish glint in her eye. “Really? Like an actual spanking?”

  I squeezed one ass cheek. “Yes.”

  “Kinky.”

  My irritation disappeared. I laughed and she broke out into an adorable grin at the sound. I laid her down on the bed and stretched
out beside her before cupping one small breast.

  “Would you really spank me, Asher?” She asked as I toyed with her nipple.

  I hesitated and then shook my head. “No. You’re little and I’m big. I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.”

  “We could use a safe word.”

  “No. It’s too much of a risk.”

  “I’m not that little,” she said.

  I gave her a wry look. “You are. There’s a massive size difference between us, Luna.”

  She smiled. “Yeah, I know. It kind of turns me on. Is that weird?”

  “No.”

  “I like how big you are.” She ran her hands over my biceps. “Big and so strong.” She lifted my hand from her breast and studied the scars that were on it before kissing the biggest one. I shuddered, and she said, “I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

  “No.”

  “Do you like being a welder?”

  “Yeah.”

  She grinned at me. “You really are the quietest man I’ve ever met.”

  I just shrugged and she traced her hands across my chest. “You speak only when necessary and I never shut up. But opposites attract, right? It’s why we make such a good couple.”

  She stopped and chewed at her bottom lip. “I mean, pretend couple. Anyway, I realize my talking gets annoying after a while. You know you can tell me to shut up anytime you want, right? I won’t be offended. I know I babble a lot.”

  “I don’t mind.” It was true. I loved the sound of her sweet voice.

  “Well, you’re one of the few who doesn’t,” she said with a grin. “I drove my parents and my sister batty when I was a kid. My dad used to pay me not to talk during dinner.”

  I scowled and she patted my arm. “What? It’s funny. Plus, my dad not wanting to listen to me go on and on, meant I made enough money to buy myself a new bike one summer.”

  “It’s not funny,” I said. “Your father shouldn’t be bribing you to not speak.”