As I stripped her of her jeans and then her shoes, I kissed along the lacy edges of her panties. I moved down the front of her panties, feeling the warmth of her pussy. She bent her knees and sighed as she opened her legs for me. The sweet smell of her need attacked my nose, leaving me even more ravenous than normal. I smashed the bridge of my nose between her legs and pressed up, the tip finding her clit through her panties.
Lauren gasped and jumped up to her toes.
Fuck, she was so innocent still…
I gritted my teeth as I rubbed my nose as hard as I could against her.
She let out a whimper and rocked her hips against me.
I had done some crazy shit in my life, but I had never made a woman come with my nose.
Fuck it, sweetheart… first time for everything.
My hands crept up to the back of her legs. My fingertips cut under the edges of her panties so I could feel her ass in my hands. I began to knead instantly as I drove her forward against me.
I moved my nose up and down against her clit, feeling her getting hotter and wetter by the second. Her body jumped as she groaned. Her knees bent some more as she grabbed my hair with one hand.
“Fuck, Asher,” she whimpered as she stepped back.
I chased after her as she put her ass on the bed, lifting her hips for me.
I drove my nose forward again against her clit, not giving up on what I started.
“Oh… shit… I’m… fuck…”
Once I had her reduced to single words, I knew I had her on the edge.
I rubbed harder and faster, growling as I did so.
My right hand touched her inner thigh as I knew she was just seconds away.
At the last second, I changed plans… because it was my fucking night with Lauren.
I used my left hand to pull her panties to the side and I plunged two fingers from my right into her.
She let out a breathless cry as she started to come, my fingers deep, twisting, feeling her core clenching to my touch.
Her slit was tight and glistened with the sweetness that had been torturing me for what felt like years. I kept her panties peeled to the side as I slid my fingers out of her. There was a beautiful gush of honey that was just too tempting to pass up.
My mouth latched to her pussy as though she were oxygen and I was going to die without a deep breath of her.
“Asher!” she cried out as I went to work on her.
It made my lip curl as my tongue darted in and out of her with speed.
She wasn’t used to this.
She wasn’t used to coming and then not stopping.
That was sad.
No woman should ever be subject to just one explosion. Ever.
I turned my head and cut my tongue left to right, tasting all of her sweetness. It was loud, and it was messy. It was just the way I liked it.
I wrote her a little love letter with the tip of my tongue to her clit.
I’m finally tasting you, four eyes…
Her hips rocked up and down with speed.
My hands scrambling to pull at her panties, but it was going to fuck up my rhythm.
So, I went with the next best thing.
I tore her panties right off her body.
* * *
My teeth grazed her clit as she pulled at my hair to get away from her.
She collapsed to the bed and kicked herself back and hurried to get under the covers. She was blushing and looked tired yet still ready to go.
I licked my lips like someone at a Fourth of July party who had just gone deep on a rack of ribs and had barbecue sauce all over their face.
Lauren was a much better meal.
And I wasn’t full yet.
She sat up in her bed with the covers just below her breasts. She had been sneaky and managed to get her bra off without me knowing.
There were a few seconds of hesitation on her part before she jumped up to her knees and moved toward the edge of the bed. Her beautiful tits bounced in perfect rhythm. They were full, hung perfectly, and her rose pink nipples were the work of angels. And I was simply the devil ready to corrupt everything she knew about herself.
I cupped her breasts and lifted.
They were heavy.
And for whatever reason that fucking drove me crazy.
She let out a sigh as my thumbs crested over her nipples.
They were hard, and she shivered, her skin getting tighter and breaking out in goosebumps.
I lowered my mouth to her left breast and sucked hard.
She let out a whimpering cry and slapped the back of my head.
I pulled away with a loud pop! and looked at her.
“Can’t you ever be nice?” she asked in an already breathless voice.
“No,” I said. “I’m here to fuck, not love you. Just to fuck you.”
She swallowed hard and her eyes went wide.
She moved fast, grabbing my shirt.
She quickly pulled, attempting to rip it open and send all the buttons scattering across the room.
It was such a cute move to see, but it wasn’t as easy as it looked.
My shirt opened but the buttons were stronger than her.
“Fuck,” she said.
Her cheeks turned deep red.
I put my hands over hers and grinned.
In one quick and strong motion, I tore my open shirt open. Sending buttons scattering everywhere.
Lauren slid her hands over my shoulders and pushed the shirt down.
She attacked me with her mouth, kissing me even after I had been kissing her.
I wasn’t sure what set of lips of hers tasted better, but honestly, the idea that her own sweet honey was now on the lips of her mouth was enough to make me want to come right there.
This version of Lauren was nothing I could have ever predicted.
She as naked, wearing only black ankle high socks and her glasses.
I wanted her just like that.
Her right hand slid down over the large bulge at the front of my jeans.
She told me what she wanted.
I put my hand to her wrist.
I stared her in the eyes.
I already fucking knew what she wanted… and what she needed.
10
(Lauren)
NOW
I started to giggle when I saw his bare cock. It was so beautifully long and thick, full veins throbbing to keep its size. My fingertips touched under his shaft, resting against the palm of my hand as I so obviously stared down at him as though I had never seen one before.
My mind screamed at me, telling me that I could have had this years ago. I could have had this as my first. Or as the one I learned with and from.
How stupid of you, Lauren.
“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Asher said.
I snorted and looked up at him, trying to think of some witty comeback to crush his horrible soul.
But that was impossible to do.
Everything about Asher was unfair.
He knew he was gorgeous. He knew he was rugged. He knew he was huge with muscle. And the way his cock pulsed against my grip (that couldn’t even make a full grip around him) he knew how perfect he was between his legs.
That made me hate him more.
Because there was no getting to him. And because I wanted him inside me.
But that was the point of tonight.
To finally have something for myself. To have a story to tell. To get this stupid fantasy out of the way once and for all. And he’d leave. And I’d never see him again.
Or better yet…
He could be my fuck toy.
My cheeks burned hot as I thought about it.
On those really lonely nights when I was being a total dork. When my bed was covered in invoices and menus ideas. When I had that urge in the deepest part of my core.
I could just text him.
I could send some stupid emoji - hello eggplant… - and then Asher would show up. Smelling like sweat, hone
ysuckle, glitter from flirting with a stripper’s tits, and he’d take me to bed for the night.
Oh, god, what’s wrong with me? He’s a terrible person. He’s mean. He has no heart whatsoever. But his…
I bit my lip and looked down again.
Dear. God.
I tried to squeeze him but it was impossible to do.
I had never seen someone that hard before.
“Are you going to play with it or let it fuck you?” he asked.
I swallowed hard and stepped back.
I was wearing socks. Nothing else. Unless you counted my glasses.
Two times I had reached for my glasses and Asher had told me not to take them off.
I lowered myself down to my bed and bent my legs. I crossed my ankles and playfully knocked my knees together. Something about me felt so innocent even though I was far from it.
But around Asher…
He stepped out of his jeans with ease.
He wasn’t wearing boxers. Just jeans.
His body was cut with hard earned muscle that only enhanced that bad boy look he so willingly lived up to.
He moved onto the bed with confidence. The kind that made my lip curl. I hated people like Asher. Who didn’t care where they were. They were always just so sure and full of themselves. He had never stepped foot in my apartment until tonight and he acted like he owned the building.
As his hands slipped over my knees, I shivered.
He parted my legs and stared down, grinning at the sight of me.
My cheeks burned hotter.
I wasn’t used to this… someone looking like he did.
My inner thighs tingled and that spread right to my center.
The way he had tasted me. The way his tongue moved. Damn… the way he ate me…
I bit my lip and groaned.
The things running through my mind were crazy.
His hands moved down my inner thighs and came together you know where. I watched as both his thumbs met against me. My butt tightened, and I lifted off the bed. I was instinctively begging him, which sort of felt sad. But whatever. We knew what we were here for.
His thumb massaged, gently parting my folds as they curled open like a delicate flower welcoming the morning sun.
Except this was Asher…
This was like Satan himself rising up from the depths of hell, ready to destroy everything.
And yet I was so ready.
So. Fucking. Ready.
He didn’t mess around either.
His hands moved up my body as he closed in on me.
His wet thumbs left an invisible trail of my wetness along my body.
The second I felt the bulbous tip of his cock touch me, I gasped.
Square peg, round hole went through my mind… only it wasn’t exactly that. My body was made for this. And I needed this.
He pressed forward and put his hands to the bed and bent his elbows.
The pressure overtook me instantly and I scratched at the muscles of his back. My fingers hooked and held as I pulled myself toward him.
I kissed his strong chest and nestled my face into the crook of his neck.
He kept going, sliding himself into me, never giving me a chance to breathe.
I swore he was going to break me yet all I could do was dig my heels into the bed and lift up, wanting more.
And he gave me more.
So much fucking more.
He thrust himself to the hilt, leaving me biting at his neck.
But that was just the beginning.
He inched himself out of me, about halfway, and he paused. He peeled me away from him, putting me back down to the bed. He put his forehead to mine, our eyes locked together.
With a grunt, he fucked forward.
I cried out, my lips inches from his.
And that’s where he started.
Thrusting himself as though we didn’t have much time. Thrusting himself as though we were never going to see each other again. Which was possible. Thrusting himself as though he thought about all the time we had lost too.
But that was his fault. Because he was such an asshole to me all the time.
My glasses quickly fogged up and it was embarrassing.
Without hesitation, Asher rolled and put me on top of him.
His hands cupped my breasts before I could let out a sound.
I sank down on top of him, not missing an inch of what he had to offer.
My body took control, lifting and lowering with the same speed he had been giving me. I was completely upright, touching my own legs as I took him, rocking so hard and fast, that when I began to come, I jumped up and off him.
His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me right back down.
I cried out and slapped at his muscular chest. I leaned forward, desperate for relief. My breasts hung in front of his face, swaying as he kept thrusting at me. He began to taste me, his tongue sloppy and suckling against me as I reached for the wall behind my leg. My fingers curled against the wall as I was at his mercy, even on top of him. His left hand was at the middle of my back, pulling at me while his right hand crested over my ass, commanding my movement.
My glasses started to slide down my nose, which was a first for me. I had never had sex with my glasses on. This was new. This was crazy.
This was Asher.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled as he took a break from kissing my breasts. “You’re going to squeeze it right out of me, aren’t you?”
I whimpered.
I couldn’t control my body and the way it pulsed and throbbed against him.
It was an endless supply of pleasure… that he was causing.
His hands moved up to my sides and I was then on the move again.
Asher put me on my back, sank deep into me, and held there.
I arched my back and offered him my chest, which he gladly enjoyed.
I felt him starting to swell, which seemed impossible for how thick he already was.
His grunts turned into hisses as the tip of his nose flirted with my right nipple over and over.
Then in a wild move, his mouth sought out mine, kissing me so hard that I couldn’t breathe. But that was fine. I could hold my breath as long as I needed to.
His strong tongue commanded the kiss but suddenly stopped as he offered one last hard thrust.
My hands scratched from his back to the sheets as I felt him climax.
The explosion continued over and over as he pumped forward, and I rocked my hips at him.
I shut my eyes and wanted to scream but had no breath.
The night was crazy.
Maybe too crazy.
But soon enough, he’d be gone.
* * *
I had the sheet wrapped around me as I walked Asher to the door.
If this was supposed to strange, it wasn’t.
It was kind of nice, actually… to just stay there in bed, lost in a wild sense of almost being high as my body ached, tingled and felt warm and gooey, all the while Asher got himself dressed without saying a word.
He simply just looked back at me and grinned.
There was no reason for me to walk him to the door. Maybe I was afraid he was going to swipe my bag or wallet or something.
Hey, it was Asher… I knew nothing about him. Or what he did. Or why he did it.
“You’re not going to kiss me goodbye, are you?” he asked.
“Fuck no,” I said.
“Good,” he said as he opened the door. He looked at me. “Open the sheet one more time, sweetheart.”
“Nope,” I said with a smile.
It was the first time ever I had a sense of power over him.
Asher nodded. “You always thought you were tough, four eyes.”
“So did you.”
“Except I was. And still am. I’m not afraid of anything.”
He stepped out into the hallway.
“Hey. Asher.”
He looked over his shoulder one last time.
I opened
the bed sheet and showed him my naked body.
I felt good. Like really good. Like super fucking good.
So good that if he even so much as made a step toward me, I was going to drop the sheet and tell him to pin me against the wall and fuck me so hard I would wake up old Miss Jenkins next door.
But reality hit me first and I quickly shut the door and locked it.
Asher was gone. And he needed to be gone.
I walked back to my room and stared at my messy bed.
It smelled like… sex.
I looked at the wall above the headboard.
I bit my lip.
There were scratch marks in the wall.
From me.
Because of what he had been doing to me.
I shut my eyes, hating the fact that Asher had just given me the greatest sex of my life.
I heard the rumble of the motorcycle engine.
It fired up my engine again…
I opened my eyes and slapped myself across the face.
I needed a shower.
I needed to change the sheets.
I needed to get some sleep because I had to open the cafe in about four hours.
I could tell the story to Marissa and Peggy.
Then I could forget about it.
Okay, maybe there was no forgetting Asher.
Maybe I wanted him to be my fuck toy like I said.
But…
It wasn’t like we were going to end up together.
11
(Lauren)
THEN
Asher crouched between two cars.
I rolled my eyes.
He was up to no good as always.
I had better things to do than worry about him.
He was such a jerk.
A car came up the street and I looked at Asher, then the car.
Then Asher.
Is he going to run out into the road?
As the car sped by, Asher made a move.
The car was already gone as Asher ran out into the road.
“Dammit!” he yelled.
I walked down the sidewalk and casually looked to my left.
There was a little toy car in the road.
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