The Dating Games Series Volume One

by T. K. Leigh

  “God, you’re so wet.”

  “Because you’re driving me crazy. I told you I needed to get off.”

  “Well then,” he begins coyly. “Allow me the…pleasure.” He waggles his brows, then brings his mouth to me, his tongue lapping up my juices.

  I melt into the mattress, all the tension rolling off my body at how expertly he tastes me, then inserts a finger, stretching and exploring. “I believe the pleasure is all mine,” I murmur as if having an out-of-body experience.

  “Oh no, baby. This is all mine.”

  “Yours…” I run my hand through his locks as he inserts another finger, pushing me higher and higher, my body flooding with warmth in places I didn’t even think existed. I’ve never felt so full. So complete. So beautiful.

  “All mine,” he growls, picking up speed.

  It takes no time at all for me to succumb to his ministrations, the combination of his erotic touch and the amount of time since I’ve been with a man sending me over the edge. Lights flash before my eyes, despite the darkness shrouding the room, my body convulsing as one of the most intense orgasms I’ve experienced rolls through me. But that doesn’t make Asher stop. He keeps licking, tasting, devouring, wanting every last drop, every last shake, every last tremor until I have nothing left to give, my cries echoing into the Las Vegas night through the open window in my bedroom.

  Sated, I flutter my eyes open, meeting Asher’s lazy smile that’s coated in my desire. “I hope that was as enjoyable for you as it was for me.”

  Cheeks clutched in my hands, I drag him toward me, kissing him fully, tasting me and him in one incredibly erotic combination. “I need you inside me,” I murmur, nibbling on his lower lip.

  “And I need to be inside you.” His expression falls. “But I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t exactly planning on this happening, so I—”

  “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I trust you.”

  Asher was never the type to sleep around. Granted, it’s been years since we’ve seen each other. In some respects, he’s not the same Asher. I don’t think he’s changed that much.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to if you’re not comfortable without protection.”

  I flip him onto his back in one swift move. His eyes flame before darkening. I sensually grind my hips against his, my hair falling around us.

  “I need you.” I reach down, palming the erection straining to be released. “And I can feel how much you need me. I want this, Asher. More than I’ve wanted anything I can remember in years.” I bring my lips to his, skimming them. “I want you.”

  He delicately pushes a curl out of my eyes. I expect him to treat me to a beautiful kiss. Instead, his gaze becomes clouded with lust as he grips my hair forcefully, passion surging through me. “And I want you.” He yanks my head to the side, his teeth clamping onto my neck. I release a noiseless gasp. I didn’t think this kind of pleasure was possible. “So fucking much.”

  “Then have me.”

  With a growl, he flips me onto my back, climbing off me to undress. A sliver of moonlight illuminates him as he shrugs his shirt off his shoulders, revealing even more ink on his back. He’s not fully covered, but the few tattoos that spread from his shoulder blades onto his arms are tasteful. They’re the perfect accent to his broad shoulders, not obscuring his sculpted pecs or defined abs.

  His eyes remain steady on mine as he unbuttons his shorts and pushes them down his legs, his arousal springing free. It takes every ounce of resolve I possess not to compare Jessie to Asher. One thing is certain. There is one area where Jessie will never be able to outshine his brother. While Jessie was pretty well-endowed, and the inexperienced girl I was when we first had sex thought he used it quite well, it’s no match for Asher.

  He crawls onto the bed, slithering up my body. When he settles between my thighs, I enclose my legs around his waist, the feel of flesh against flesh causing my stomach to clench in anticipation.

  Pulling back, he lifts his erection to me, spreading my wetness around. Neither one of us looks away as he pushes into me, inch by incredible inch, stretching and filling before retreating, then sliding back in again. He continues acclimating my body to his, every motion deliberately sensual, giving me a taste of how amazing it could be before pulling back.

  I dig my hands into his scalp, tugging him against me, chest to chest, heart to heart. I cover his mouth with mine, tightening my hold around his waist, matching his rhythm. He moans, the vibration in his chest hitting the deepest parts of my soul.

  I rake my nails up his back and he tears his lips from mine, arching into the contact, his chest heaving, sweat forming on his brow. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

  I crane toward him, taking his earlobe between my teeth. “That’s the point.”

  With a groan, he increases his sensual rhythm, each thrust deeper and more fulfilling. I fall back onto the mattress as his lips kiss every part of me he can get to. My mouth. My neck. My chest. His frenzied hands explore every inch of my body, squeezing and bruising. When his finger rubs against my clit, I moan, my breathing growing ragged.

  “I want you to come again.”

  I’m about to tell him I don’t think I can, that it’s never happened, when that familiar tingling sensation bubbles deep inside, becoming brighter and stronger until I scream out, waves of mind-erasing pleasure washing over me.

  An animalistic growl rips from Asher’s lungs, the sensual, seductive lover turning into a man obsessed, desperate, hungry. He brings my legs onto his shoulders, increasing his rhythm to an almost punishing level as he drives into me, harder, deeper, faster, eyes dark, frantic, pained.

  He stills, emitting a strangled cry as his warmth spreads through me, his motions jerky. Tremors overtake him and he releases his hold on my legs, allowing them to fall to the mattress before he covers my body with his. Our labored breathing fills the room, stark against the silence, which is even more pronounced due to the lack of power.

  “Damn,” he breathes, nuzzling my chest. “I knew sex with you would be good. I just never could have imagined it would be so…electric.”

  I smirk. “You imagined?”

  He lifts his eyes to mine, a salacious grin crossing his mouth. “You better believe it. Let’s just say, for quite a few years, you were the leading lady of my spank bank.”

  With a laugh, I push him off me. “Gross.” I attempt to scoot away, but he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me back into him, thwarting my lackluster escape plan. When he brushes my hair over my shoulder and peppers soft kisses along my shoulder blades, I can’t help but melt into him.

  “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought of someone else when you touched yourself.”

  “Maybe,” I muse.

  He nuzzles his nose into my neck. “And who would that lucky bastard be?”

  I shift my position, turning to face him. “What would you say if I told you I’ve thought of you?”

  Impassioned, he covers my mouth with his, his kiss brief but still full. “I’d say that’s one of the hottest things I’ve heard in a long time.” He grabs my knee, hooking my leg over his waist, thrusting to demonstrate his reawakening arousal. “And when was this?”

  Leaning toward him, I scrape my teeth along his pec. “This morning.” My answer comes out breathy. “I get really horny first thing in the morning.”

  He groans, smashing my body against his, his arms enveloping me. “You’re going to be my undoing. Do you know that?”

  “That’s what I’m hoping for.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  The soft tickle of chest hair against my back stirs me from a restful sleep. One of the most restful nights I’ve had in a while. I exhale a contented sigh, not wanting to open my eyes, able to sense the sun is already bathing the room in light. I don’t want it to be day. Not yet. Not when that means I’ll have to come to terms with what Asher and I did last night.

  He tightens his arm around my waist, pulling me into hi
s body, a raspy moan reverberating through his chest. “Mmm.” He subtly thrusts against me, jumpstarting my libido, as if she needs any help. Just being near this man skyrockets my sex drive. “I can get used to waking up like this.”

  “What? With some naked chick in your bed?”

  “Not just any naked chick.” His hand travels along my stomach, making the laborious journey south. I adjust my legs, parting them, an unspoken invitation to continue his exploration of my body. “Only you. I can get used to waking up next to you.”

  When he toys with my folds, I succumb to his touch, ignoring the voice of reason telling me to put a stop to this, to find out what time it is, if the power’s come back on. By the whirring fan kicking on from the central air and heating system, I surmise it is. I don’t want to do anything to interrupt this moment.

  “I can get used to this, too,” I whimper as he inserts a finger, then another, massaging me in the most delicious of ways.

  He pulses against me, and I part my thighs even more, allowing him better access. “Prop your leg up with your foot,” he orders. “With your knee bent.”

  I do as he asks, which spreads my legs wider. He grips the underside of my thigh, pulling it to the other side of his body, leaving me sprawled out and at the mercy of his fingers.

  “God, Izzy…” He scrapes his teeth along my neck, the pleasurable pain almost more than I can bear. “I need you one more time.”

  I moan, lost in the sensation, unable to form a single coherent thought.

  “Do you want me?” He pushes his finger deeper, tantalizing and teasing. I couldn’t tell him no if I wanted to, my mind devoid of reason.

  “Y-yes.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” He withdraws his fingers, the lack of his touch causing an unwelcome chill to wash over me. But before I can beg for more, his length thrusts against me from behind, sliding into me.

  We exhale simultaneously and he pauses, filling me before retreating, continuing his same sensual motion. Over. And over. And over. My jaw falls slack, a noiseless whimper escaping at the utter bliss invading me. Last night was incredible. I’d never been with any man as selfless and passionate as Asher. But this position, lying on my side with my back to his front, my leg propped up, he’s able to hit parts of me no other man ever has.

  “Asher,” I manage to say, my veins throbbing with the electric current burning through me. “I don’t—”

  “Touch yourself,” he orders gruffly, cutting me off. “I want to feel your pussy clench around me.”

  A slave to his demand, I lower my hand between my legs, toying with my clit. My teeth clench with the unmatched desire seizing me. The idea of touching myself while Asher fucks me is all I need to come undone, my world crumbling into a thousand pieces of the most brilliant light.

  “Yes,” he hisses. “Like that.” He picks up his pace, his hand squeezing my thigh, spreading me more, his punishing grip only serving to increase my pleasure. “So. Damn. Good.” Each word is punctured with another thrust until he climaxes, a suppressed roar ripping through the room.

  The tremors overtaking his body match my own in intensity. I can’t remember sex ever being like this. I’m not naïve by any stretch of the imagination. I’ve had my fair share of a variety of relationships, from committed to one-night stands and everything in between. But it’s never been like this. This powerful. This inspiring. This explosive. I wonder if Asher feels the same way. By the way he struggles to catch his breath, the way his heart pounds against my back, the way he seems to be speechless, I imagine he probably does.

  A ringtone cuts through our heavy breaths, and I sigh at the confirmation that the blackout is over. I glance at my watch on the nightstand to see it’s after nine. As much as I’d love to stay in this bed all day, I need to pack my things and get to the airport. I have to get home today.

  “Aren’t you going to answer that?” I ask when Asher doesn’t make any move.

  “I wasn’t planning on it. I’d hoped to stay right here with my cock inside you as long as I can. Then when my happy warrior snaps to attention, I’ll already be in position.”

  I laugh, wiggling my butt against him as the ringing stops. “Well, maybe I should help him along.”

  “He’s a little spent right now, but I’m sure he can be coaxed into playing again very soon.” He nips at my shoulder blade. “Maybe in the shower.”

  “Mmm. I can get on board with that.”

  When his phone rings again, he groans.

  “You should get that. Whoever it is must have an important reason to try you twice in a row.”

  “They should know better than to call me in the morning.”

  “True.” I shimmy away as he slides out of me. Facing him, I feather my lips against his. “But I’ll make you a deal. You answer your phone, then come join me in the shower where you can wash every inch of me clean. And I do mean every…” I drag my tongue along his jawline. “Single.” I dig my fingers into his chest. “Inch.” My mouth covers his before I scoot off the bed and pad toward the bathroom.

  Just before I disappear behind the door, I glance over my shoulder, giving myself a mental high-five when I see his erection spring back to life.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “You’re insatiable, Izzy,” Asher struggles to say, our breathing even more ragged after the strenuous effort it takes to have sex in a shower. It’s not as easy as romance novels make it seem. You need to be in damn good shape to keep your body upright. Thankfully, Asher is in amazing shape, his flexing muscles able to support my sated frame with ease.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, kissing him, my skin still tingling.

  He practically has to peel my legs from around his waist as he steps away, helping me find my footing. My balance is a little unsteady from the amount of sex we’ve had the last several hours. In the past six months, I don’t think I’ve had sex the number of times I have these past six hours. A girl could get used to this.

  After rinsing off one last time, he places a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’ll let you finish showering on your own.”

  “Oh really?” I pout dramatically. “You really want to leave this?” I step under the stream, allowing it to cascade over my breasts.

  Asher’s in front of me in a heartbeat, yanking my body against his. He seals his mouth over mine, water falling over him, me, and our kiss before he pulls away, chest heaving. “I don’t want to leave you, but if I don’t walk away now, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. Then I’ll have to kidnap you and keep you here forever.”

  “You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

  “Me, either.” Leaving me with a delicate kiss on my temple, he opens the shower door and grabs a towel, securing it around his waist.

  God, there’s nothing sexier than Asher York wearing only a towel, droplets of water gleaming on his body.

  I steal a glance as he pauses in front of the long vanity, briefly leaning his arms against the counter. He closes his eyes, blowing out a long breath. It’s a fleeting expression of remorse, but it still hits me, reminds me of the reality of what we’ve done.

  Once he walks out of the bathroom, I finish showering as quickly as possible. I don’t have much time left before I need to get to the airport to catch my flight. When I checked the status, it showed on time, much to my surprise.

  As I towel off my hair, Asher reappears in the doorway of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt. “Hey.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, leaning on the doorjamb.

  “Hey.”

  “So, I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to freak out.”

  “Okay…” My response is drawn-out as I straighten my spine, re-securing the towel wrapped around my body.

  He pushes off the wall, his eyes averted. From this alone, I can sense I’m not going to like what he’s about to say. He runs his hands through his hair that’s still damp from our sex-filled shower. On a long exhale, he slowly lifts his gaze to
meet mine.

  “That was Jessie on the phone.”

  My pulse increases slightly. Since I stepped foot into the studio last night, I haven’t thought of Jessie more than a fleeting comparison in size. Based on the expression on Asher’s face, I have a feeling that’s about to end.

  “And?” I ask, my voice trembling.

  He doesn’t say anything right away, simply stares at me. Then he sighs. “He’s downstairs.”

  “What?” My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach, frantic eyes searching his for an indication that this is a joke. That this isn’t real. But all I see is the same honesty I always have from Asher. I push past him, darting toward my suitcase. I hastily throw all my items back into it, a need to get out of this house overtaking me. “Do you think he knows?”

  “Of course not. Pretty sure he would have greeted me with a broken nose instead of a hug.”

  “Then why—”

  He places his hands on my biceps in an attempt to placate me, but nothing can. This all just got real. A little too real. I knew what I was getting into last night. Knew the ramifications, but ignored them. The blackout bubble seduced me into thinking we wouldn’t suffer the consequences of our actions. At least not anytime soon. For once, I chose to live in the moment. And now we’ll both have to pay the price.

  “He heard about the blackout and came out to check on me.”

  “From Boston? How did he get a flight if the airport just reopened?”

  He licks his lips, his gaze steady, expression calm. “Because he doesn’t live in Boston anymore.” He swallows hard. “He lives in Los Angeles. He’s…” He hesitates. “He’s my manager.”

  My body freezes, his words a punch to the gut. “Your manager?” I squeak out, blindsided.

  Granted, I never asked who his manager was, or if he even had one, but considering my history with Jessie, you’d think Asher would have mentioned that little tidbit of information. It’s not just a familial relationship I’m dealing with here. Asher and Jessie have a professional relationship, too. It’s like learning the guy I just had amazing sex with is my ex’s new boss. But it’s worse with us, because I should have known better. Now, there’s so much more at stake than I ever could have imagined.