by Penny Wylder
I squeeze the hand that’s on the bow. “Relax this hand as much as possible. Tension will fuck up the shot.”
“Okay.” Her voice is breathy, and I do my best to ignore what that means. I’m not very successful.
Together, we pull back the arrow. It’s a light bow, so it’s almost too easy with us both on the string, but I like the feeling of us doing something together.
“Are you familiar with the archer’s paradox?” I ask.
“No.”
We’re so close that my cheek is against her hair. “In order to hit the mark you want, you can’t aim at it. You have to aim higher because of gravity. So while I’m holding it steady, you aim where you think you need to to hit the bull’s eye.”
She moves, raising our hands together until she finds the spot. “There.”
“You sure?”
Rose nods.
“Okay. I’m going to let go of the string, and you fire when you’re ready.” I let my hand drop from hers on the string, and seconds later the arrow flies. It’s not perfect, but it’s damn good. Just above the bull’s eye.
“Oh my God.” She turns to me with a smile on her face and realizes just how close we are. Her breath catches, and this close I get to see the crystal blue in her eyes, the little darker parts around the center of her iris.
We hang in the moment. I shouldn’t kiss her. Especially after Leo made the joke about me and sleeping around. But fuck, her lips are beautiful. Full and pink and I want to feel them under mine.
Fuck that, I want to feel them everywhere.
“Thank you for showing me,” she says quietly.
“You’re welcome.”
I take the bow, quickly unstring it and put it away. The tension between us still hangs in the air even though the moment itself is broken.
I point across another one of our green spaces. “We have a stable over there and are hoping to offer horse excursions soon. We’re still in the process of getting the actual horses, though.”
“That would be fun.”
All at once, her voice is drowned out by the sudden sound of rain. A summer storm—the kind that comes hard and fast—is dropping and it goes from nothing to a straight downpour in seconds.
We stand there, shocked, before I grab her hand and pull her behind me. Running through the rain, it’s easy to forget that this is a tour and not something else entirely. The guest houses are close, and this one is empty. Perfect.
I pull her onto the porch and out of the rain. Both of our clothes are soaked, and Rose laughs. “I guess you did say that you specialize in adventures.”
“Yeah, I did.” But when I said adventure, I didn’t mean trapped alone with a fucking gorgeous woman, soaking wet. That dress that’s already been driving me crazy is plastered to her skin and practically see through. I can see the outline of her bra and how much—or rather, how little—she’s wearing underneath. There’s the outline of a thong, and nothing else.
So much for trying to keep my dick in check. I’m fucked.
3
Rose
I wring water from my hair and catch my breath. That rain came out of nowhere. But I suppose that summer storms are like that. My dress is plastered to my skin, and it’s showing everything. There’s no way that Asher doesn’t notice. And right now I don’t care. I want him to notice.
There’s fire in his eyes. Not the kind of heat or hunger that you see in someone who feels ambivalent. Asher wants me, and everything in me tightens. I want him too. I’ve never had this kind of instant spark. I shouldn’t shouldn’t be tempted. And yet…
We’re still on the porch, but Asher steps close to me, completely in my space but not yet touching. I have to look up to see him and I feel the heat practically radiating off him. I could get lost in that heat.
“Since it’s pouring, you might as well stay a while. The mountain roads can be treacherous in rain like this.”
That might be true, but that’s not what he’s actually saying to me. “Might as well,” I say, my own voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.
Asher kisses me all at once, and it’s like a bomb has gone off between us. The barely contained chemistry we have is fire. He’s pulling me against his body and tilting my face so he can kiss me deeper. Harder. And I’m kissing him back with just as much force.
Our tongues are at war, every stroke sending heat through me. Fuck, this feels good. I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’ve never had this kind of raw chemistry with anyone.
I’m not sure how I wind up against the wall of the house, but I do. Trapped between his body and the hard wood. Rather trapped between two hard woods. I can feel him through his jeans, the way our bodies are melded together.
Asher slides his hands down my ribs, grabbing my hips and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him, and oh fuck, it’s like he was made to be there. We’re exactly lined up and the thin fabric of my dress is hiked around my thighs. His cock is pressed against my clit through my sheer panties.
He knows it too, pressing into me harder and harder. We might as well be fucking. If this is what it feels like when he’s not even inside me, I’m not sure that I’ll survive that.
We break apart, hauling in breath, but he doesn’t stop moving. Friction and heat and pleasure rises up inside me, and holy fuck if he doesn’t stop I’m going to come. My pussy is soaking wet, every rough movement of his hips focusing the pleasure to that one single point.
Asher is watching me, closer than I’ve ever been watched in my life. With that hunger that’s going to consume me. Pure, naked lust that makes me shudder. I flush under his gaze, and the fact that he’s watching. Moving. Changing what he does with me reacting.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I say.
“I know.”
Fuck. The way he’s looking at me tells me he wants to watch me come, and every reason I had for holding back just falls away. He unlocks something in my brain and my body and ohhhh…
Pleasure flashes through me—sweet hot lightning. It pours down like the rain just off the porch. I’m grinding on his cock through his jeans, taking as much from the orgasm as I can get before it fades away.
I’m tingling, breathless. And Jesus—how is it possible that this man gave me the best orgasm of my life with his pants on?
“I thought you didn’t sleep with paying guests,” I breathe.
“Good thing you’re not a paying guest then, isn’t it.” A statement. Not a question.
“A very good thing.”
Asher carries me into the house like it’s the most effortless thing in the world. “No one is staying in here,” he says.
I laugh and drop my purse on the counter as we walk by. “I would hope not.”
“Right?” He’s smiling but his eyes are still deadly serious. “I don’t want to be disturbed.”
He drops me on the bed, and I watch him peel off his shirt. Oh my God. It was clear from the second I met him that Asher has a body that would make most people salivate. Seeing it up close and personal is a whole other story.
His tanned chest gives way to toned abs and cuts on his hips that dip below his jeans. I want to lick them and find out what’s underneath. But I don’t have to, because he slowly undoes his belt.
I don’t know what it is about watching a man undo his belt, but it’s so fucking hot that I shake all over again. “This isn’t the tour I expected,” I whisper.
“Me either.”
He shoves his pants off his hips, taking his underwear with it, and no fucking wonder he just gave me an amazing orgasm. Asher is huge. So big that I’m not even sure that he’ll fit in me.
One hand drops to his shaft, casually stroking it. Fuck.
“You can choose, Rose,” he says. “Take off your clothes or I’ll take them off for you.”
I feel like I’m high off his words and his touch. None of this is real. It’s a fever dream that I never want to wake up from. “Take them off.”
He smiles like he was hoping
that was the answer that I’d pick. “This dress has been driving me crazy since you walked in.”
“Oh yeah?”
A low sound in his throat. “I’m a sucker for a dress that seems innocent when it’s not.”
He’s sliding his hands up my thighs, pushing the fabric up around my hips. “This dress is innocent.”
I’m leaning back now, and he’s over me, hands on my hips and slipping up my ribs with the dress. “This dress is a goddamn tease,” he says. “Showing just a little and not fucking enough. Besides the fact, it’s basically see-through.”
He pulls the dress over my head and tosses it aside.
“I didn’t know it was going to rain.”
“Remind me to make sure that you never get to look at the weather again.” Lips drop to my neck and he sucks at my skin, hard enough to leave a mark. Chills cover me while Asher bites his way across my shoulder. It’s just on the edge of rough, and I like it.
I reach up and draw my nails along his ribs. Just hard enough to make him groan and show him that I can take it. His hands cover my breasts, squeezing with his whole palm. My eyes roll back in my head and I arch into that touch. More. I want more of all of it.
His hands slip under my back, deftly undoing my bra. It’s tossed aside along with my dress and then his mouth is on me. Lips and teeth and tongue working my already hard nipples.
Asher doesn’t hold back. He sucks me hard and bites just on the edge of pain. Then he soothes that pain with his tongue and starts all over again. His hands press my breasts together so he can lick both my nipples at once, and I’m so wet again—so sensitive—that I’m about to have my second orgasm without him actually touching me.
“Asher,” I say.
“Mmm.” The sound is muffled by my skin. A streak of heat goes directly to my clit because fucking hell, I love that sound.
“I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Low laughter that skitters across my body leaves sparks and tingles in its wake. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get there.”
“I’m going to come again if you don’t do it now.”
Asher simply raises one eyebrow. “That’s the plan, Rose.”
“I—”
His mouth slams down on mine, a kiss so full of fire that I go blind. Holy shit. He kisses me deep and slow. Thorough. There’s no part of my mouth that he doesn’t know when he pulls away. I feel like I’ve been electrified.
“I’m going to fuck you till you scream,” he says. “But I’m also going to make you come as many times as I want.”
I push my fingers through his hair and pull his face to mine, this time controlling the kiss. I take what I want from him and more. Endless heat. Asher kisses with his whole body. Moving, dragging his hands through my hair, cock trapped between our bodies. I break away with a moan. “I feel like I should argue with you because of the way you said it, but it’s not something that I want to argue with.”
Asher smirks. “I’m bossy. It’s why I’m good at what I do. But I make up for it.”
“With what?”
“My tongue, cock, and fingers.”
Those fingers slide down my stomach and under my thong. They draw through the wetness and brush the sides of my clit. Slowly, he pushes two fingers into me. Deep and deeper, and pulls them back.
“And one other thing.”
“What’s that?” I ask breathlessly.
He looks me dead in the eye and slips his fingers into his mouth. Sucks them clean with a moan. “I fucking love the taste of pussy.”
The words trigger a brand new burst of wetness. “I’m sure that’s a great pickup line.”
“Right now I’m not thinking about anybody but you.”
“Also a good line,” I laugh.
He fixes me with a stare, and the laughter dies in my chest. “I don’t want you to think that because we just met that I don’t take this seriously, Rose. We’re the only people in this room and I’m about to fuck your pussy with my tongue until you come twice, just because I can. No lines. No lies. Just you and me. Okay?”
“Okay.” My hands are shaky as I reach out to touch him. I’m too amped with adrenaline and arousal.
Asher draws a line down my stomach with his tongue, and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. He glances up at me and grins. “Are you attached to this thong at all?”
“Not really.”
“Good.” He grips the thin lace, and it seems to shred under his hands. Ripped apart to nothing but scraps. Oh my God.
“That was really hot,” I whisper.
Half of Asher’s mouth tips up into a smile. “If ripping your panties is a good way to impress you, I’ll make sure to do it more often.”
I can’t make any comebacks at all, because his mouth is covering my clit, tongue stroking, and I’m completely lost. Falling back, I couldn’t support myself to watch even if I wanted to. His touch makes me weak.
Asher wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard, and I see white. He strokes his tongue along the underside until my hips are rising to meet his mouth, pleasure sharpening into a blade that’s going to cut me open. Just before I come, he stops, dragging his mouth down and fulfilling his promise to fuck me with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’ve never had anyone do this before. It dips inside, slick and intimate and enough to make my back lift off the fucking mattress.
One long lick from my pussy all the way to my clit knocks me over the edge. I collapse into a storm of pleasure. This one is fiercer than the storm raging outside. It’s wild—a tornado of pure bright ecstasy swirling through me.
I feel my orgasm flood into Asher’s mouth, and he doesn’t even hesitate lapping it up, nor does he stop working me with his lips. He said I would come twice on his tongue. Oh no.
“I don’t think I can,” I say. My whole body feels like it’s run a marathon. A very sexy marathon.
He says nothing, just seals his mouth over me, drawing deep and sucking until I’m on the edge of everything. Writhing and grabbing the bedsheets while Asher pushes closer. He feasts on me.
The second orgasm hits like a tidal wave washing over me. A glorious shining sea that fills me up and spills out. Drowning me before receding and leaving me wrecked on the shore.
Asher licks me one final time and the aftershocks make me jump. Every nerve is overwhelmed, and we haven’t even gotten to the part where he fucks me yet.
This is definitely not how I thought today was going to go. Even after walking into the lodge and seeing how fucking gorgeous Asher is. But after this, I think I’m going to embrace being surprised.
He reaches over to the nightstand and fishes out a condom. It stretches tight over his cock and somehow makes him seem even bigger. If that’s even possible.
“You just happen to have condoms in here?”
“We have them in all the guest houses,” he says with a grin. “Just an amenity for the guests. Like toothpaste.”
“Like toothpaste? Convenient.”
“Today, yes. Very convenient.”
He settles between my legs and I drag my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. Savor the smoothness of his skin and the fact that he’s hot as a furnace. I feel like I’m always cold.
“So,” I say, a little nervous. “You’re…big.”
A smirk. “Thank you.”
“I’m worried that you might be too big.”
“I’ll fit, sweetheart,” Asher says. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
The first press of his cock makes me lose my breath entirely. He’s so fucking thick that I moan. I’m not a virgin, but I swear that his cock makes me feel that way. It’s all brand new.
True to his word, he goes slow; and he keeps his eyes locked on mine while he does it. Inch by agonizing inch, every thrust going a little deeper and stretching me a little further. It’s delicious.
My eyes flutter closed. The feeling of him is everywhere. I’ve never been so full in my life, and my pussy squeezes him,
unable to get a good grip. Fucking hell, I’m so full of him that I can’t even move.
“Rose,” Asher says. I open my eyes as he sinks in that final inch and I watch his eyes go dark with lust. “Told you that I’d fit.”
“I—I can’t—”
He kisses me, silencing the words. This is less feral but just as deep. Sweeter. But there’s no doubt that Asher is in control. He slowly fucks my mouth with his tongue, illustrating just how thoroughly he intends to fuck me with his cock.
He shifts his hips just a little, and I groan. Any movement is enough to send off shock waves of feeling. I’m still not used to the sheer size of him.
Lips at my ear, he whispers, “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, Rose. Almost as good as you taste.”
The only response I can make is unintelligible sounds. A gentle thrust, and he hits me so deep that I see stars. “Asher,” I manage the single word. But my voice is a cry and a plea all at once. More. More. More.
Asher rolls his hips, the movement makes him grind down on my clit as he pushes deeper, and oh my God, where has that move been my entire life?
“There it is,” he says softly.
“What?”
He just laughs softly and rolls his hips again. “What I can do to make you scream.”
And that’s exactly what he does. Bracing himself over me, Asher starts to move. Slowly, and then faster as my body relaxes around him. Every time he drives into me, he presses my clit. A star that’s growing brighter and brighter with every exquisite movement.
Pleasure is bouncing between my clit and that deep spot that only he’s able to reach. It rings back and forth, building like an echo until it’s just a matter of time. I’ve never come this many times in my life. I didn’t know that I could.
Looking down, I watch him fuck me. Muscles tightening and releasing again and again, that monster cock disappearing inside me like it’s nothing. Oh my God. Oh my God.
