“Hey there, what can I get for you?” Eve asks, in full waitress mode.
In response to her question my eyes travel suggestively over her body. I subconsciously pull my lip ring between my teeth as my mind runs through all of the things I’d love to do to her.
When my gaze travels up to meet her eyes I see them filled with heat so potent my cock begs me to do something about it.
“I don’t think what I want is on the menu,” I answer playfully.
“How about a beer for now?”
“I suppose that’ll do,” I lament with a grin.
Over the next hour I nurse a beer and watch Eve work. I know I sound like a creepy stalker, but, damn I can’t get enough of her. Every time our gazes meet she looks at me like she wants me to eat her alive. And fuck if I don’t want to.
At around midnight the crowd is winding down and Ethan asks Eve to go to the storage room to grab a few things.
I know she’s at work but, fuck it.
Eve
Asher’s arms wrap around my waist and I shiver with excitement. My entire body coils tightly in anticipation.
“God, Angel, you’re killing me with those teasing looks you’re throwing at me when I can’t do anything about it,” Asher accuses gruffly, his breath tickling the back of my neck and creating thousands of goose bumps over every inch of my skin.
“I’m not teasing.” I giggle innocently, craning my neck so I can see his face. My eyes land on his lush lips and my tongue craves his sweet taste.
“Oh yeah? Explain the look you’re giving me right now.”
Asher’s lips turn up in a grin. I flick my tongue out and sweep it over his tongue ring. Asher gasps and tenses against me.
“You’re playing with fire, Angel. You test every ounce of self control I possess.”
“I trust you,” I answer simply, wriggling out of his arms so I can turn to face him.
“Maybe you shouldn’t.”
My mind conjures up images of Asher losing control and pressing me up against the wall. What would it feel like for him to lift my skirt and thrust inside of me? My cheeks heat to a crimson shade and my heart pounds with arousal.
“Maybe I’d like it,” I breathe out shakily.
Asher stalks forward, backing me up against the wall. His face hovers close to mine and he continues to grin at me as his gaze travels lazily over my body.
“I promise you would fucking love it. But, I told you where I draw the line. I’m not going to take your virginity, especially not in a fucking stockroom at a bar.”
I’m hypnotized by the movement of his lips, only just barely registering his words.
Leaning forward I brush my lips briefly against his, hoping to tempt him. I don’t care that he won’t go there with me right now. In fact, as physically ready as I might feel I’m not emotionally ready for the next step. But, if I don’t feel his hands on me in the next thirty seconds I may implode.
Asher exhales shakily and then grabs my hips, dragging me flush against his hard body, and devouring my lips. I whimper and tangle my fingers in his long hair, anchoring him in place so I can attack his mouth with desperate, hungry kisses.
“Asher, I need you so badly,” I gasp.
Asher lifts me up and sets me in a seated position on a wooden crate. It’s the perfect height for me to wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hard bulge rub against my core.
“What do you need, Angel?” He asks, grasping my thighs firmly as I grind my aching core hard against him. I nip my way down his neck, his masculine scent heightening my arousal.
“I need...what you did the other night.”
“You want me to touch you?”
“God yes,” I plead.
My hands slip under his shirt and travel over the hard planes of his abs and up to his chest. My fingers graze a piece of jewelry in on of his nipples and he shudders.
Asher’s lips reclaim mine as his hands travel purposefully up my thighs. I feel a blush creep into my cheeks as his fingers make contact with my drenched panties. He let's out a strangled moan at the feel of my overt arousal.
He tugs the soaked material to one side and as soon as his fingers ghost across the folds of my sex pleasure ripples up my spine causing every cell in my body to spark to life. And, then his finger slips inside of me. I clench immediately and Asher’s jaw tenses with self restraint.
“Holy fuck, you are so tight baby,” He grinds out before dipping his nose into my neck and inhaling deeply.
He begins to move his finger begins a steady rhythm of thrusts. My legs begin to shake as a tight coil of heat pools in my stomach, building towards an explosion.
“God I love your pussy. I want you to come all over my fingers.”
Asher’s thumb finds my sensitive nub and the coil inside of me goes off like a rocket.
“Asher, Oh yes, Asher!”
My fingers tangled in his hair clench in an attempt to ground myself as my entire body shatters into a million pieces of ecstasy.
His fingers don’t stop their beautiful assault until every last muscle in my body feels like it’s turned to jell-o.
“That probably wasn’t appropriate for me to do at work,” I say with a laugh.
I wish I could say I’m sorry or ashamed. But, who am I kidding? That was totally worth it.
“You really think Abby and Ethan haven’t fucked on every surface in this building?”
I blush crimson and then gently smack his chest.
“That’s different, this is their bar.” I stand up and adjust my skirt. “Can I owe you one? I really need to get back to work.”
“Sure thing Angel. I have a feeling it’s going to be the most exciting I.O.U I’ve ever had.”
Chapter 17
Eve
“You know, if you want I could show you some equations for how these rides work,” Asher offers with mock cockiness.
I fan myself dramatically.
“Be still my beating heart,” I tease. “I bet that’s how you get all of the girls to drop their panties.”
“No, actually I never told any other girls about my major. I, uh, usually told them that I was in a band, that would usually distract them from any further personal questions,” He admits with a sheepish smile.
“You’re kidding, what instrument?”
“The drums, that way they know off the bat that I have good rhythm.” He winks and tugs me towards the Ferris wheel.
“Do you actually play the drums?”
“Nope,” He laughs.
“So what would you do if they asked to hear you play or something?”
“Distract them.”
“You are so bad.” I smack his arm playfully as we wait for our turn to get on the ride. “So why’d you tell me?”
“You seemed so sweet, I wanted to see if you could really like me,” He explains, casting his gaze away, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks.
“Of course I like you.”
I like him too much. I like him to the point that I’m going to feel like a fool when he gets tired of me.
He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it again and shakes his head. The Ferris wheel attendant waves us forward to claim seats and we sit in silence for the next few minutes.
“I haven’t hooked up with anyone since the end of last school year,” Asher blurts as we near the top of the ride.
“Why?”
I know he said that he wasn’t hooking up with anyone but me now, but I’d assumed that was just because we were friends and we’d agreed on this arrangement. I certainly hadn’t realized that his celibacy was self imposed before we had even met.
“The last time I hooked up with anyone, afterwards the emptiness of it just hit me for the first time. Then I spent the summer interning at NASA, so I had a lot of time to focus on my career and my future and I realized that I didn’t want to be that guy anymore.”
“You interned at NASA?”
He lets out a laugh.
“Is that th
e only part that you heard?” He smirks at me.
I swat his arm playfully again.
“Shut up, I heard you. That part was just impressive, I got distracted.”
I want to tell him that I want this to be something serious, something real but I’m afraid to ruin what we have so I keep my mouth shut.
Asher
“So, Thanksgiving is coming up in a few weeks. Are you going home to your family?” I not so subtly change the subject.
She tenses beside me and I look over to gauge her expression. She never really talks about her family, other than to say how strictly religious they are.
“No, I got a letter from my mom a few days ago and she told me not to bother coming home,” She says in a clipped tone. “It was the first contact I’ve had from anyone in my family since I left and it said don’t come home at all unless I transfer to an ‘acceptable’ college.” She lets out a humorless laugh.
“That sucks, I’m so sorry,” I say genuinely.
The idea of her being alone on Thanksgiving, and soon Christmas, breaks my heart. She shrugs and scowls.
“I knew when I left that I was likely leaving for good. They wouldn’t approve of any of this,” She says gesturing to herself. “I should snap a picture of myself with this hair and these clothes and send it to my mom, she’d probably have a heart attack. Better yet, I should take a picture of the two of us together.” She laughs again.
“Yeah, parents don’t tend to approve of me,” I agree quietly, trying not to let myself feel the familiar sting of rejection.
“I approve of you,” She says, placing a hand on my upper thigh.
I meet her gaze and see acceptance there. I honestly feel like I could almost cry. She’s seen the real me and she still likes me.
I pull her face to mine and kiss her lips gently, for once not giving into the heat that blooms between us. For once just keeping the kiss sweet and gentle. It’s going to kill me to have to give her up eventually, I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it.
“Come home with me for Christmas,” I blurt before I can think through what I’m actually asking.
She stares at me like an open mouthed bass, it’s cute as hell. Suddenly the magnitude of what I just asked hits me. Eve would meet my dad, and see the shitty trailer I grew up in. Would she see me differently if she knew how poor I really was? I mean, it’s one thing to tell someone that you grew up poor, it’s another for them to see it with their own two eyes.
“Asher...that seems like a bad idea.”
“I don’t like the idea of you being alone on Christmas.” I lay on the puppy dog eyes hard.
She sighs and her eyebrows pull together as she considers my request.
“Do I have to decide right now?”
“No, but promise me you’ll think about it,” I plead.
She nods and leans in for a kiss, which I gladly give her.
After the Ferris wheel I decide to introduce Eve to the wonderful world of carnival food.
“Oh my gosh this is amazing,” She moans appreciatively as she shoves another piece of funnel cake into her mouth.
“Hey, you’re only supposed to make those kinds of noises for me,” I joke before leaning in to run my tongue along her bottom lip. “Powdered sugar,” I explain.
Eve’s eyes smolder with heat and it takes all of my self control not to take her behind a game booth and make her scream my name.
“Well if you taste half as good as funnel cake we won’t have a problem,”
My mouth literally falls open at her overtly sexual teasing. Is this the same girl I met a month ago who could barely string two words together in front of me?
Eve breaks off another piece and starts to bring it to her mouth. Before she can get it there I swoop in and bite the piece off of her fingers.
“Hey!” She shrieks. “Get your own funnel cake.”
“I paid for that funnel cake,” I point out. “So technically that is my funnel cake, now hand it over,” I tease, grabbing her around the waist as she tries to hold the funnel cake out of my reach.
“Oh my goodness, this is exactly what people have been warning me about. If you let a man buy you funnel cake you’ll owe him with your body,” Eve gasps in mock horror.
“That’s right, so either share the funnel cake or I’ll take the payment out of your ass,” I taunt, tugging her earlobe gently between my teeth.
She shudders with excitement and I have to force myself to take a step back before I end up embarrassing both of us in public.
“Where to next?” I ask.
She looks around and then points to the go-karts.
“Great, we can race. Loser buys corn dogs,” I challenge.
“Oh, you are so on.” She smirks, shoving the remainder of the funnel cake into her mouth.
Damn, she even makes that look good.
A few corn dogs and a cotton candy later Eve decides that she wants to ride a spinning ride, and it doesn’t exactly end well.
“I can’t believe I puked on you, this is so embarrassing,” She continues to ramble and blush as she uses napkins to try to wipe the vomit off of my shirt.
All I can do is laugh, because it’s my own stupid fault for stuffing her full of junk food and letting her ride a spinning ride. Rookie mistake on my part.
“It’s fine Angel, not like I’ve never been puked on before. We are in college after all,” I joke.
She continues to look mortified.
“Ugh, you’re never going to want to hang out with me again.”
“Eve,” I stop her hands from their task of wiping off my shirt, and tilt her face towards mine. “A little vomit is not the end of the world. It is the end of our day at the carnival. But, I assure you there will be other carnivals. Next time I’ll just have to remember not to feed you until we’re done going on rides.”
I smirk at her, she lets out a breath.
“You really don’t hate me?”
“Absolutely not.” I plant a kiss on her temple and steer her towards the exit.
Eve
I lay on Asher’s bed silently berating myself for ruining our day at the carnival while he showers. I can’t believe I puked on him. I am such a freaking loser.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Asher’s voice startles me out of my thoughts.
Asher stands in the doorway of his bedroom in nothing but a towel. My eyes travel over his muscled chest and abs, my mouth hanging open in awe. Am I ever going to see him shirtless and not be rendered speechless?
“I forgot to bring a change of clothes with me into the bathroom,” He explains, noticing my gaze.
“That is absolutely fine with me,” I murmur, still staring at him.
He must like the way I’m looking at him because his towel begins to tent. I bite my lip and swallow hard. I get up from the bed and make my way in front of him. Asher looks down at me with a heated gaze.
I drop to my knees so that I’m eye level with his...cock. Then, I grab the knot of the towel and yank it loose so the towel pools at his feet.
Asher gasps as I take him in my hand.
Cosmo didn’t really cover what to do with his piercing. It’s no different than the lip ring, I tell myself. I take my tongue and flick the tip testing the waters. He moans loudly and buries his face in his hands.
I look up at him through my eyelashes running my tongue along the underside from base to tip.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how much you turn me on,” He gasps out clenching his jaw.
A feeling of power flits through me at his words. So this is what it feels like to be sexy.
I lavish him with my tongue once again like I’m licking an ice cream cone. His breath is coming out in shallow gasps, which I take to mean I’m doing alright so far. I tongue his piercing again for a few seconds before wrapping my lips around the tip and taking him into my mouth. A strangled cry escapes his throat. I move my head up and down trying to find the same rhythm he had shown me with his hand the other day.
I moan around him, his gravely voice sending a thrill through me. His hands thread through my hair, his head falling back as he continues to mutter encouraging words under his breath. I suck him deep, tonguing the thick vein on the underside of his cock at the same time.
“Christ Angel you're so fucking good.”
My confidence bolstered by his words I try to remember what Cosmo had instructed. I remove my hand that's wrapped around his base and swallow his broad head into the back of my throat. He let's out a strangled moan as I move my hand between his legs and massage his scrotum, pulled taught against his body.
“Oh god, I’m going to come Angel,” He warns me.
I suck harder and increase my rhythm. He reaches for me to try to get me out of the way, but I keep him in my mouth and feel his hot release in the back of my throat. When he stops pulsing in my mouth I gently pull away and lick my lips.
“Hm, that actually didn’t taste too bad,” I muse, licking my lips.
He chuckles at my comment.
“So, did I do okay?” I ask nervously. “Any pointers?”
“Yeah, you’re going to need tons more practice at that. I would say at least daily until further notice,” He quips.
“Be serious,” I insist. “I want to learn so I can be sure I’m good at it.”
“I’ve gotten more than my fair share of blow jobs and I can honestly say none of them have compared to that. And, no, I’m not just saying that. Where did you learn that?”
“Cosmo,” I admit with a laugh.
“Well, I might just have to write a thank you letter to that magazine.”
“Why did you get it pierced?” I ask curiously, imagining that it must have been unpleasant to have a needle driven through such a sensitive area. “Didn’t it hurt?”
“It did hurt when I got it done, but it feels amazing now. And, I’m told it hits the g-spot in a mind blowing way. So it’s for sexual gratification on both ends.”
Heat spreads between my legs again at the thought of him making me come by thrusting inside of me.
“Do women get it done too?”
The idea of having a secret piercing that only a lover would know about sounds thrilling. I run my fingers curiously over the silver hoop in his left nipple and he shivers.
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