by Penny Wylder
“Look at me,” he commands. There’s no room for anything else. I look up at him, those eyes so close and so full of everything. “Don’t come.”
“What?”
I can barely comprehend the words. It’s impossible not to. I don’t even think that I’m in charge of my body anymore. He’s in the driver’s seat and I’m along for the ride. “Don’t come until I say.”
Shaking my head, he slows his pace, rolling his hips luxuriously in long, smooth strokes. Somehow they seem to hit even harder when they’re like this.
His lips are at my ear again. “Don’t you dare come. You focus on my voice and just feel that pleasure that I’m giving you. Revel in it. I want you to be out of your mind.”
“I am.” The words are a whine.
“Not yet.”
It’s a dark promise.
I’m holding onto his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips, using him as an anchor in the storm.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” I repeat the words over and over. Pleasure is pouring into my veins and building up until I can’t breathe. Can’t stand it. Can’t hold anything back.
“That orgasm is mine, Rose. You will wait.”
Impossibly, I do.
He fucks me harder, and I hold myself back, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that’s going to break me open. And harder still, until he’s slamming into me with everything he’s got, grunting with every stroke, and I’m just a live wire of bliss, ready for his word.
More and more and more until he starts to shake, his rhythm going erratic. “Now.”
I explode like a nova, nothing but light and a scream. The orgasm is pure fire, and I’m consumed. Asher is coming too, yelling his climax, cock jerking inside me as he buries himself deep and holds himself there. He lit a match and set off dynamite that I didn’t know that I had inside me.
I’m gone. Floating in the clouds and perfectly content never to come down.
When I do come back to myself, it’s like waking up from the best dream that I’ve ever had. Asher is still on top of me, still inside me, and neither of us are moving. We’re just staring at each other.
“Holy shit.”
4
Asher
I don’t want to move away from Rose’s body. She’s warm and soft and her pussy is still gripping my cock like a goddamn vise.
She feels so good, and the dazed look of pleasure on her face is everything. I’ve never been so turned on by seeing someone aroused. Her pleasure makes me want to give her more.
I could go again right now, but I think she needs rest. But like hell am I just letting her go.
Shifting my hips so I push into her one more time, Rose gasps and snaps her eyes to mine. “Stay for dinner,” I say. “And the night. Go home tomorrow.”
“I could do that.”
“After all,” I say with a smirk, “if you stay, there’s more where that came from.”
She smiles, chest still heaving. “I think more might actually kill me.”
“We’ll get some food in you and take a break before we start again. In my bed.”
Her pussy squeezes me in response, and I hiss out a breath. Fuck, she’s so tight that I love it. God, just imagining what it would be like to be inside her bare has me hardening again.
Slowly, I pull out of her. Gently. I’m big enough that it could hurt, and Rose moans as I pull away, fingers digging into my arms. I’ve never dealt with a condom so fast in my life, because I want to be back with her in that bed.
I take my time when I pull her back to me, drawing my hands down her body. Smoothing her skin and watching the goosebumps form. “So am I still just eye candy?”
She laughs. “No. You’re eye candy with a very talented tongue and cock.”
“Good to know.”
Rose hums softly. A purely contented sound. She’s relaxed into me, absolutely no tension in her body. I spread my fingers across her stomach. My hand is large enough that it covers most of it. “You know how easy it would be to reach down and just—”
Rose turns over so she’s facing me. “You’ve already made me come more in a single day than I ever have. Congratulations, you have the record.”
Now that she’s facing me, it’s even easier. “Records are made to be broken.”
“Asher.”
I slide my hand slowly down between her legs, and she doesn’t stop me. Her pussy is still hot. Wet enough to make my fingers slip. Her breath stops entirely when I touch her. Completely still.
“Just breathe,” I tell her.
“I can’t.”
I press my mouth to hers. It might not help with her breathing, but I can’t stop myself. And I fucking love the little gasp she makes when I slip two fingers inside her and circle her clit with my thumb.
Soft and slow. It won’t take long.
“I’m glad you’re staying,” I say, still moving my fingers. “There are all kinds of things that we can do together.”
“Ohhhh….” Rose’s eyes flutter closed, her hands reaching for me, trying to find something to hold on to.
“You, riding me,” I say. “Or me getting to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Through the glaze of pleasure in her eyes, she looks at me. “You barely fit in my pussy. I’ll be lucky if I can even fit my mouth around you.”
“No,” I say, still moving, gently finding that rough spot inside her and massaging it. She shudders. I have her now. “I’ll teach you how to take it all. And then I’ll enjoy watching the outline of my cock in your throat.”
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers in response to my words. She likes that idea. I like it too. And more words spring to my mind—I want to drive her wild.
“I could tie your hands behind your back and sit you on my face so I can suck your clit for hours.”
“Oh….”
She’s squirming on my hand now, but I don’t speed up my movements. The same gentle thrusts, the same slow circles around her clit. Half of this orgasm is going to be her mind and all the things she’s imagining with me.
“Or if you like, I can blindfold you, so you never know where I’m going to touch you next. Tease you until you’re so wet that you’re dripping on my sheets. And still not let you come until I’m good and ready.”
She groans, pushing her face into my shoulder. “Go fuck yourself.”
“In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear, I’d much rather fuck you.” I press my lips to her ear and feel her shiver. “Just imagine being mine for a while, Rose. Forgetting everyone and everything and letting me have my way with you. Over and over. When I’m done, you’ll have forgotten what it’s like to not be drowning in pleasure.”
Rose’s body goes taut, and wetness covers my hand. Her hips move, blindly seeking more of my fingers, but I keep them slow, let her fuck her way through her orgasm. She’s clinging to me and shaking. “You’re too fucking good at that.”
“Thank you.”
“I don’t think my legs will hold me up right now,” she says.
I smirk. “Then I’ve done my job.”
Rose flops back onto the pillow. “You’ve convinced me.”
“To stay?”
“To stay. But I’m going to need some dry clothes.”
I laugh. “Fair enough.” Outside, the rain has lessened. My clothes are already soaked anyway, and I could use some dry clothes. “I’ll go get you something to wear and toss your clothes in the dryer. You rest until you think your legs can work again.”
“I don’t know if that will ever happen,” she mutters, and I laugh.
I pull on my wet pants and don’t bother with the shirt, gathering her dress and bra off the floor. Her thong is beyond saving and I’m not even remotely sorry. “Be back soon.”
In the kitchen, her bag is on the floor. It must have fallen from the counter while we were busy. A couple things are spilling out of it, so I pick it up and put them back. The last thing that I pick up is her wallet.
It’s a p
lain little wallet, with one of those clear windows so you don’t have to dig out your ID every time you want to show it. But it’s what I see there that makes me pause.
The driver’s license shows Rose smiling out of the picture, and next to the picture is the name Rose Brandt. Not Rose Evans.
What the hell?
I think it through. There’s a possibility that she had a name change for some reason and she hasn’t changed it on the ID. Or maybe she goes by another name for reasons all her own. But something is nagging in my gut—something that makes me think that it’s not right.
Even though I shouldn’t, I open her wallet. Not too much in there. A couple of credit cards with the name Rose Brandt, some cash, and the thing that makes my stomach drop.
A business card for Brandt Insurance Services.
Fucking seriously?
I scrub a hand over my face. Gary Brandt is an insurance guy that’s been harassing us for months to switch to his coverage, even though we’re perfectly happy with our current insurance and have absolutely no interest in switching.
Did he send her here? Why? What is she actually trying to do? Cause I’m sure that she has absolutely no interest in booking the lodge for a girls’ weekend.
I push down my anger as I toss the wallet back into her purse. She lied. But the sex that we just had and the chemistry between us isn’t fake. No one can fake pleasure like that. It’s easily the best sex I’ve ever had.
But two can play at this game. In a matter of moments, I have a plan and I’m walking out the door toward my own cabin. If she came here to ruin my business, I can ruin her too while still managing to give us more pleasure than we’ve ever had before.
I toss her clothes in my dryer and grab her a pair of sweats and a large t-shirt that she can put on in the meantime. The thought of her wearing my clothes is distracting—she might even be sexier wearing my stuff than that infernal sundress that’s now spinning in my machine, simply because the clothes are mine, and I like that.
Lies, or no, I’m attracted to this woman in a way that I cannot explain, and I’m not going to let it go to waste. I’m going to find out what’s going on underneath the surface. Dig down and get to the heart of it and hope that it’s something that makes sense. That’s innocent and not what I’m afraid of.
When I get back to the guest cabin in my own dry clothes, Rose has barely moved. She’s wantonly spread over the bed, sheets barely covering her curves. God, she’s so fucking sexy.
My dick is already twitching in anticipation of fucking her again later. But first, the plan. “Let’s get out of here,” I say, setting the clothes on the bed for her. “We’ve got food and alcohol to get to.”
“Why, Asher,” she says, grinning, “are you trying to get me drunk so that you can fuck me silly later?”
I smile. “Something like that.”
5
Rose
“Are you sure that they’re going to be okay with me wearing your clothes?”
Asher gives me a look. “No, they’ll think it’s incredibly strange that you’re wearing something dry after the secret rainstorm.”
Fair point.
“Yeah, I know, it’s just weird to like…meet your friends in your sweats and your t-shirt and no underwear.”
“They’ll only know that you’re not wearing any underwear if you tell them. Otherwise they’ll think that I’m a gentleman for letting you borrow my clothes. After all, I’m notoriously stingy with them.”
“Really?”
He laughs. “No.”
The air is now wet and heavy as we walk, the humidity sticking to my skin through his clothes. I feel like I’m still in a little bit of a dream state after all the sex and orgasms. How does that even happen? I wasn’t even aware that my body could do that.
On the one hand, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me, bar none. And on the other hand, I’ve now set a standard that will be impossible to reach. Men with the abilities and cocks like Asher don’t just come along every day ready to fuck you.
There’s laughter coming from the lodge, and we walk in to see way, way more people than I expected. There’s a brief break in the talking as we enter.
“Hey everyone,” Asher says. “This is Rose. She was taking a tour of the property when the storm broke out and her clothes are soaked, so she’s staying for dinner while they dry.”
I notice that he doesn’t mention that I already agreed to spend the night, but then again, it’s no one’s business.
There’s a chorus of hellos from around this giant table that’s packed with food, and a variety of people that I didn’t expect.
There’s an older couple sitting together on one side, and a couple of guys on the other. There’s a middle-aged woman who seems to be by herself, and at the far end of the table is Leo, but he’s not alone. He’s got a beautiful brunette curled in his lap, and they barely look up at our entry because they’re so busy staring at each other with the kind of love that you only see in movies.
Asher said that Leo was newly in love. This must be his girlfriend. I’m about to find out because the only two empty seats are right next to them.
Finally, there’s another guy sitting by himself off to the side. He doesn’t look uncomfortable, just out of the spotlight.
“This is Hudson,” Asher says as we pass him. “The third owner of Blue Mountain.”
“Nice to meet you.”
He smiles briefly but says nothing.
As we sit down, the brunette on Leo’s lap turns to me. “Hi, I’m Diana.”
“Rose.”
She smiles. “I hope Asher’s been taking care of you.”
I blush and desperately hope that she doesn’t notice. “Oh, he’s been great. Nice of him to offer me something dry.”
“If he hadn’t then he shouldn’t be in hospitality,” Leo chuckles.
“Do you guys always do big dinners like this?”
“Not always,” Asher says as he sits beside me. “Usually once a week, and any guests who are here are welcome to come.”
“That’s nice.”
He leans closer. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure.” I don’t need any encouragement to sleep with him, but at this point, I think lowering my inhibitions can only be a good thing.
Diana turns her attention to me while Asher goes over to a small bar. “So how do you like the place?”
“It really is beautiful. Must be a great place to live.”
She grins, laughing while Leo leans in and kisses her neck in a way that’s not entirely appropriate for the public. But then again, who am I to judge? I just fucked a hot stranger and I’m wearing his clothes without any underwear.
“I haven’t lived here that long,” Diana says.
“Asher mentioned this morning that Leo was in love. I’m glad I get to meet you.”
Diana looks at Leo. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything?”
“Right,” she rolls her eyes. “I doubt that, because the only reason Asher would need to tell her that is if he needed to justify something.”
Leo winks at me. “I am completely innocent. Right, Rose?”
I laugh. They’re so cute together, and the way they’re sitting like they would die if they were apart makes me ache for something that I can’t name. “How did you guys meet?”
“Oh my God is that a story,” Diana says. “But the short version is that I came here on my best friend’s bachelorette trip and I fell out of the boat while canoeing the rapids. Leo fished me out and I wasn’t breathing. He brought me back.” She looks at him. “We’ve been together ever since.”
A drink is placed in front of me. Asher says, “And even though we took safety seriously before, Diana is basically the reason we don’t fuck around on any of our excursions and make sure every detail is safe.”
“Makes sense.” If they take it as seriously as he says—and I didn’t see any evidence to the contrary—I’m not really sure why my f
ather thinks that they’re doing something wrong. But he’ll know better than I will. It’s not like I’m an expert in safety or anything. I don’t know that I could look in that boathouse and say definitively that everything in there is safe.
The drink Asher made me is smooth and fruity. Strong, but really, really good. “Were you a bartender in a past life? This is amazing.”
Leo barks a laugh. “In a past life? No. In college? Yes.”
“Ah. I see.”
Asher leans back in his chair, watching me with sharp eyes. “Yeah, I worked my way through college on the night shift. I learned how to make good drinks to get better tips, and it worked.”
“And in no way did those tips have anything to do with the eye candy factor,” I say, lowering my voice.
“Of course it did,” he whispers back. “But I protect my honor by saying it didn’t.”
“Little late for that, isn’t it?”
He grins. “Maybe.”
The drink goes down easy and the food is good. I meet the other people at the table. Guests who are having just as much fun as I am. We all laugh when it starts pouring down rain again.
Asher makes me another drink, and then another, and each one seems better than the last. It’s been forever since I was this happy. The world seems bright and shining, and the hours pass in laughter and newfound friendship.
By the time Asher pulls me away from the table and through the darkness to his house, I am well and truly drunk. And against all odds given this afternoon, I’m horny. I know exactly how good this man can give it, and I want every fucking thing that he can give me.
All night long.
We barely make it through the door before his lips are on mine, and we fall back into each other, full of tipsy joy and perfect chemistry.
Holy fuck my head hurts. That’s the first thing that I think when I wake up in the unfamiliar room and unfamiliar bed.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much to drink, and really the only thing that I remember from last night is laughter and heat and more orgasms than is fair for one person to have.
