“Sure. Nipples, hood piercing, you name it.”
“Is it sexy when women get it done?”
“Hell yeah, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who isn’t afraid of her sexuality. But you’re already fucking sexy, so you don’t have to worry about doing anything special.” He pulls me onto the bed and kisses down my neck.
This right here is heaven.
Chapter 18
Asher
“It really sucks that you have to work on Halloween,” I complain as I lay on Eve’s bed, while she gets dressed in her closet.
“I know, you’re going to come and hang out all night though, right?” She calls from inside the closet.
“Of course, but I’m not wearing a costume.”
“You’re no fun,” She grumbles.
A moment later she emerges from the closet dressed in a skimpy white, spandex top, with a short white shirt, and a pair of angel wings.
“I’m an angel.” She winks at me.
My mouth hangs open for several seconds as my brain comes up with multiple scenarios of what to do to her body right now. I stand from the bed and stalk towards her. She puts her hand up to stop me.
“No, I have to leave for work in ten minutes,” She protests.
“I can get a lot accomplished in ten minutes,” I argue, reaching out and pulling her against me.
“I promise you can have your fun with me after work tonight.” She disentangles herself from my grasp and I grunt with annoyance.
“No pouting,” She instructs, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of Eve all night. She catches my eye and winks at me brazenly before returning to her work. The bar is packed and Eve only has a few seconds every once in awhile to stop by my table and say hi. Nikki and Lee come and go as well, spending a lot of time dancing and mingling.
“Oh my god, Asher?” A lilting feminine voice pulls my attention from my studious task of memorizing Eve’s perfect curves from across the bar. I turn my gaze on the woman who just approached. She’s practically naked, dressed as Wonder Woman.
She has bleach blond hair and way too much make-up. She looks vaguely familiar, and I’m ashamed to realize that I likely fucked her at some point. But I couldn’t tell you her name if you offered me a million dollars to come up with it.
“Lisa,” She offers up her name, realizing that I clearly don’t know it.
She doesn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by the fact that she screwed a guy who didn’t bother to either get or remember her name. Then again, I’m not much better since I’m the guy who fucked a girl without bothering with her name.
“You look lonely over here,” She observes, sidling up next to me and pushing her tits up in an effort to entice me. “And, to be honest I’m pretty lonely, too.” She leans in to whisper in my ear.
I take a step away from her and clear my throat uncomfortably. I can’t say I have much experience with letting a woman down gently, but there’s a first time for everything.
“Sorry, Lisa, but I’m actually alone because my girlfriend works here,” I say, taking another step back, trying to put more distance between us.
Lisa follows my gaze to Eve, who’s busy at a rowdy table.
“She looks busy, I bet she wouldn’t even notice if we slipped away for a few minutes,” Lisa offers, stepping towards me again, reclaiming the space I’d try to put between us.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I reiterate.
Lisa let’s out a frustrated huff but doesn’t move away. When my gaze lands on Eve again she’s looking between Lisa and me with a look of anger on her face.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I plead with her through my eyes to understand that I wasn’t the least bit interested in Lisa. Eve turns and stalks angrily towards the back of the bar. I shove Lisa away unceremoniously and hurry after Eve. By the time I reach the back of the bar the door at the end of the hallway, the one that leads to the alley behind the bar, is swinging closed. I catch it and follow her outside.
Eve’s standing there with her arms crossed, her eyes filled with fire.
“Angel-” I open my mouth to explain, but before I can get anything more than her name out her mouth is on mine, swallowing the rest of my words.
She presses her tight little body against me as she devours my mouth passionately. She tugs my lip ring between her teeth and then thrusts her tongue into my mouth hastily. Caught off guard it takes me a second to respond. Once my brain catches up with what’s happening I have to force myself to pull back, because I was almost positive she looked pissed when I got out here.
“Eve-” I manage to say before all thoughts are blown out of my head as she drops to her knees in front of me and unzips my pants.
For the love of all that is holy.
“What are you-” I start to ask, but again I’m cut off as she reaches into my pants and exposes my hard cock, wrapping her fingers around it she gives me several firm, purposeful strokes that have me biting back moans.
Her tongue darts out and flicks the barbell in the head of my cock, sending a shockwave through me.
“Did you want her?” She asks.
A true testament to how focused I am on Eve in this moment, I literally have no idea who she’s talking about. All I can do is stare at her full, pink lips poised mere inches away from cock. I involuntarily thrust towards her ever so slightly and she meets me with her tongue, another torturous flick to the tip.
“Did you want to fuck her?” She repeats her question.
As if I wasn’t already teetering on the edge of self control watching her sexy little mouth form that naughty word has me threading my fingers through her hair, silently pleading for her to finish what she’s started. But, on the contrary, she pulls back and her gaze turns hard as she waits for my answer to her question.
“Who?” I ask stupidly.
“Wonder Woman,” She bites out bitterly.
The lust filled fog clears slightly as I remember why we’re in the alley in the first place, and that it didn’t originally have anything to do with Eve using her mouth in deliciously sinful ways.
“Fuck no,” I answer honestly.
I’m rewarded for my answer as Eve runs her tongue along the underside of my cock from base to tip.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan desperately.
“Have you fucked her before?” She asks and warning bells go off in my mind.
With my cock in her hand I feel that I should answer this carefully, if I want to continue to being a fully functioning male.
“There’s nobody but you. I don’t want anyone but you, Angel.”
Again I’m rewarded by her warm mouth. She wraps her lips around me and sucks me into her mouth at an agonizingly slow pace. I can’t bare to tear my eyes away from her mouth as she works me over, it would be a crime against blowjobs to miss a second of this beautiful sight. As she reverses her trajectory I notice that she’s left pink lipstick smeared in her wake. Fuck me is that hot.
“I’m the only one?” She asks for verification of what I just told her.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Finally, she starts to pick up the speed, sucking me deeper with each pass. Her free hand finds my balls and starts to massage and gently tug at them and I absolutely fucking lose it.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to come,” I gasp, unable to stop myself from thrusting into her mouth as I coat the back of her throat with my hot release.
Once I’m spent she gently tucks me back into my pants and zips them up. She stands up and uses her index finger to wipe her mouth before turning to head back inside without another word. I hate to say it but I think I fucking like it when Eve is jealous.
Once I’ve composed myself I head back inside and run into Ethan almost immediately.
“That shade of lipstick looks great on you,” Ethan says, holding back a laugh.
I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and do, in fact, come back with lipstick on the back of my hand.
“It’s not-” I start to protest, Ethan just shakes his head and get’s back to the horde of people crowding the bar top wanting drinks.
The next few hours are uneventful and eventually the bar starts to clear out. I wait while Eve finishes her closing duties so I can take her home.
“Listen, I’m not going to tell you to stay away from her because I can see that it’s already too late for that. But, she’s a good girl, remember that,” Ethan says, the warning clear in his voice.
“I know she’s a good girl. Christ, of course I know that.”
“What I’m trying to say is that this had better not just be about sex.”
“It’s not about sex. Well, for me it’s not. For her…” I know the chances are high of me being nothing more than a fun sex toy for Eve. But, I can’t bare to say that out loud. “We’re not even having sex,” I inform him.
Ethan’s eyebrows go up, clearly not buying that I haven’t taken Eve to bed. Obviously wondering what I’m doing with her if it’s not that.
“She’s just so sweet and funny. She’s so fun to be around. And, god she sees me. She sees me like no one else does. She’s it man, she’s the one.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth I know they’re true.
“Shit, I didn’t realize that it was like that.” Ethan lets out a long breath. "Then what's with all the secrecy?"
"Because, I'm not stupid. I know this isn't real. Eve is such a sweet girl and right now she’s discovering herself for the first time. I’m smart enough to know I'm a phase. Here she is questioning her religion, figuring herself out, and I’m just a tattooed lothario who can help her discover her sexuality. Just like her dyed hair and everything else, one day she’s going to wake up and grow her hair back out and find a clean cut choir boy to marry who'll only ever want to do it in missionary. And, I'll just be a dirty little secret that she'll never tell. Wouldn't be the first time. "
“You know Eve better than I do, but I really don’t see that happening. The way she looks at you, it’s about more than just a fling for her too,” Ethan says. “And, as for the girls, they’ll come around, they just think Eve is some goddamn baby bird or something, all helpless and in need of protection.”
I laugh at Ethan’s description.
“Thanks, Ethan.” I fist bump him and turn to find Eve coming towards us.
“I’m all finished if you’re ready to walk me home. Thanks for staying to wait for me,” She says, keeping the requisite space between us with Ethan here and Abby lurking somewhere.
“No problem, let’s go Angel.” I nod towards the door and we head out.
Eve
Our walk to Asher’s is silent but as soon as we get there he pulls me into his bedroom and looks at me, his eyes full of hesitation.
“I feel like we should talk about what happened,” He says, reluctance in his voice.
“Why? Didn’t you like it?” I try to sound as tantalizing as possible in the hopes of distracting him. I know I acted crazy and jealous and I'm not proud of it.
I’m met with a warning look.
“You know I liked it. What we need to talk about is that you seemed really pissed and then you sucked my dick. I was a little confused and I feel like we should talk about what happened there,” He insists.
I sigh and ease onto the bed beside him.
“I don’t know. I was kind of pissed, but not really at you. I guess I was jealous when I saw you with that beautiful girl hanging on you. When I went out to the alley I was just trying to calm down so I wouldn’t punch that girl in the face. But, then you came out there and as soon as I saw you I felt like I had to...claim you,” I try to explain.
Asher takes my face between his hands and holds my gaze.
“You don’t need to claim me. I meant what I said, there isn’t anyone else,” He assures me.
“But, we’re not really dating or anything. You could be with anyone you want, I don’t really have a right to tell you not to,” I point out miserably.
This is the same conversation we had a few weeks ago.
“Well I don’t want to be with anyone else. I’m enjoying whatever this is between us, can’t we just keep it at that?”
“Of course,” I say simply. “Now, can I get changed?”
I smile and gesture to my skimpy angel costume.
“Hell no.”
Asher smirks and grabs me by my thighs, yanking them so that I end up on my back on his bed. I shriek a laugh and Asher positions himself above me, a predatory glint in his eyes. Liquid heat pools between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I ask with shaky anticipation.
Asher trails a finger down my partially exposed stomach and then up under my skirt. I inhale sharply as he finds the thin swatch of fabric with his fingers.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
His eyes flash with desire and part of me shouts for me to beg him to have all of me. Asher slips a finger past the edge of my panties and into my damp heat. I moan loudly and arch my hips towards him.
“You like that Angel?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pumps his finger slowly in and out, building me up to spiral out of control. His thumb sweeps over my sensitive nub and I gasp his name. Asher uses his free hand to push my top up to expose my breasts, my nipples taut. He lowers his head and gently tugs one of my nipples between his teeth.
“Fuck,” I moan, lost in the combination of sensations.
He moans as well, and then pays equal attention to my other nipple, tugging it between his teeth and then flicking it with his tongue. At the same time he adds a second finger to his thrusting and the heat explodes through me so intensely that it leaves me shaking long after the orgasm has faded.
I wake up the next morning to the smell of bacon and I stretch and smile, soaking up Asher’s scent surrounding me in his sheets and pillows. My phone is laying on the floor beside the bed and it’s flashing that I have missed messages.
Brahm: You look like a prostitute in that costume
Brahm: you’re embarrassing yourself and me by dressing and behaving this way
Brahm: soon you’ll realize that what you have with that tattooed freak is nothing but lust from the devil
Brahm: you belong to me
Brahm: I forgive you, please come back to me
Brahm: I love you, we belong together
A tingle of fear and disgust runs up my spine and I immediately delete all of the messages.
“Rise and shine, Angel.” Asher appears with two plates of eggs, toast, and bacon.
“You made me breakfast and brought it to me in bed?” I do my best to choke back my emotion. How is it that he seems more perfect every day?
“What can I say, I’m pretty impressive,” He jokes, handing me a plate and a fork.
“Thank you.” I lean forward and kiss his lips.
A flash of the two of us ten years from now in this same position plays in my mind. But there’s a ring on my finger and two little kids come patting in to interrupt us. This image almost brings tears to my eyes it’s so perfect.
“Are you okay Angel?” He asks, noticing the sudden mistiness in my eyes.
“Yeah, I was thinking of something. Just being a girl,” I wave him off with a smile. “Thank you for breakfast.”
“Do you have anything you need to do today?” He asks.
“Other than go home and shower? No.” I bite down on a crunchy piece of bacon and then lick the grease off my fingers. Pure heaven.
“I was going to stop and see my tattoo guy about a new tattoo. Would you want to come with me?”
“Absolutely. What are you getting?” I reach out and caress the vivid galaxy tattoo covering his left arm.
“I want to get the planetary symbols for each planet on my right forearm,” He says.
I have no idea what that means but Asher looks absolutely incredible with his tattoos so I’m all for it. And, maybe I could get some more
information about nipple piercing while I’m there. That is, if I can find a way to ask without Asher knowing. I would want it to be a surprise.
Ever since I found out about Asher’s ‘secret’ piercing I’ve been thinking more and more about getting a sexy piercing of my own. And, the thought of having my nipples pierced gets me kind of excited.
“Sounds good,” I lean in and kiss him again, simply because I can’t get enough of him. “Let me run home and get showered and changed?”
“Sure, I’ll come meet you in an hour?” He offers.
It only takes a few minutes for me to finish breakfast and get dressed. As I open the front door to leave I come face to face with a blonde woman with her fist raised to knock. She pulls her hand back and smiles awkwardly. I take in her bedraggled appearance. Her hair looks like it hasn’t been washed or brushed in a while, her skin is pale and waxy, and she’s sickly thin.
“Can I help you?” Asher asks politely from behind me.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in Asher’s appearance and I try not to bristle and stake my claim on Asher.
“I’m looking for Dex,” The girl croaks out.
“Oh, well, he’s not home. Can I leave a message for him?” Asher offers.
“Uh, yeah I guess. Could you tell him that Chelsea is looking for him?”
“Sure thing.”
When I get to my dorm there’s another note and flower taped to my door.
Eve,
Sorry for all of the text messages last night. Being away from you is making me crazy. I’m not myself. I need you
Once again I throw the rose in the garbage and shove the creepy note into my desk drawer. I’m still convinced that if I ignore him he’ll get the hint eventually. And, telling Asher about his continued harassment would definitely be the opposite of helpful.
The tattoo shop isn’t really what I expected. It’s fairly large and looks extremely clean and modern, and the beautiful artwork hung on all of the walls is breathtaking.
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