Asher (A Wesley Brothers Novel Book 3)

by Michelle Smith

  Instead, he slips two fingers inside me, curling them until they hit that elusive spot only he seems to find. My body stiffens; my knees weaken, causing me to drop from my position. Ash stands with his fingers still inside me, pulling me back up to standing. “Nice and high for me baby. Go ahead and get on the bed.” He nudges me forward. “Stay on your knees.”

  His fingers slip out and I miss him instantly. I don’t hesitate though, climbing up onto the bed on all fours, ass still high as requested. The sound of the crinkling condom wrapper permeates the air, intensifying the ache deep within me. I wait, expecting to feel his cock pressing in, but the warm, wet heat of his tongue surprises me instead. He dips it in and out again while his fingers swirl over my clit, spreading my arousal. A flush of heat sweeps across my body. The man is an expert when it comes to using his tongue.

  Again, he licks and strokes until my body is humming, as though I’m on the edge of the cliff waiting to tumble over. Like last time, though, he pulls me back from the edge sooner than I’d like. I groan, and begin to protest, but the words die on my lips as I feel the tip of his cock nudge my slick center. My groan quickly turns into a moan as he slides into me. He gives me a few inches and then pulls out to the tip, sliding in again and repeating the processes until on the last push, he’s seated fully inside me.

  He strokes his hand up and down my back while pumping into me at a slow pace—much slower than I want. My heart’s racing, my palms are sweating, and my breathing is erratic with every push and pull of his cock. His hands grip me almost painfully tight, but the bite of pain does nothing to distract me from the pleasure he’s giving me.

  What started out as slow and steady quickly morphs into something more urgent. His hips piston into me, my body jolting with every connection his makes to mine. His hand slides up my back and fists in my hair, tugging my head back briefly before he lets it go.

  Without warning, Ash pulls away and flips me over on my back before I can even question what happened. He tugs me to the edge of the bed and slides back into me again, the sound of the hard slap of his balls against my pussy almost as erotic as the action itself.

  “Fuck, you look sexy as hell spread out in front of me,” he pants out, grinding his dick into me so there’s no inch left unsheathed. “I wanna feel you, baby.” His fingers slip down to my clit, and he strokes it hard. “Come on, Kara. Let me feel this pussy come all over me.”

  If there’s one thing sexier than a man with a dirty mouth, it’s a dirty-mouthed man with the actions—and stamina—to back it up.

  His fingers work me over as he continues to pump into me, and I can’t hold back. The pressure builds, the muscles tighten, and like a bomb exploding inside me, my core clenches as my orgasm hits. It robs me of my breath, my ability to speak, and at this point, even my ability to see. My eyes clench so tightly as the tremors rock my body, I see spots when I try to open them.

  Ash doesn’t let up though. He continues to pound into me; igniting more ripples of pleasure to pass through me as a second, smaller orgasm follows the first. His fingers fall away as he regains his hold on my legs. Four, five, six hard strokes inside me, and Ash pulls all the way out, much to my surprise.

  The spots have cleared from my vision, and I watch as he pulls the condom off and wraps his strong, large fist around his erection. He pumps his hand over his hard length, leaning over me.

  And then he’s coming.

  Long, hot spurts stream from his body, painting my skin in him. His groan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard as he jerks his hand over his cock, milking every drop until it coats my belly and up onto my breasts.

  “Damn, you look good with me dripping all over you.”

  I can only respond with a sigh as he gives himself one last tug and drops onto the bed beside me. “I’m dead. I think you’ve killed me with your pussy.”

  I can’t help but laugh at his theatrics. “What about you and your dick? I think it’s you who’s killed me.”

  He rolls to his side facing me, turning my face to his, and kissing me deeply. “Nah, we’re not dead.” He runs his lips over mine again, his eyes meeting my gaze. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alive in my life than I do right now.”

  This man. He’s hard to resist when he’s all dirty talk, but he’s even more irresistible when sweet words like these come from his mouth.

  I answer him with the truth. “Me either.”

  A smile spreads slowly over his face, and he kisses me again. Before we get carried away, Ash breaks the kiss and pulls away.

  “Come on. Let’s go shower and get cleaned up.” He stands from the bed and pulls me up with him. With a grand sweep of his arm, he urges me to go first. “After you, beautiful.”

  I feel the blush heat my cheeks. “Thank you.” I walk past him, putting some extra sway into my hips. “You’re such a gentleman.”

  I get no more than four or five steps ahead before I hear a resounding crack followed by the sharp sting of pain right across the left cheek of my ass. I jump and turn around, my hand instinctively going to my ass to rub the sting away. All I can do is stare at Ash in shock.

  A smirk lights up his face. “I’m no gentleman, baby. I want to clean you up, so I can get you dirty again.”

  I can’t pull him into the bathroom fast enough.

  Chapter Eleven

  Asher

  The music from my phone rouses me awake early the next morning. As much as I love U2’s “Beautiful Day” I still grumble to myself as I roll to my back, grab my phone off the nightstand, and swipe my alarm away, silencing Bono’s voice in the room. I’m typically a morning person, ready to get my day started.

  Not today, though.

  Today, I have a warm body in my bed snuggled up next to me, and I’d give anything to keep her there. I roll back to my side, my front flush with Kara’s back, her ass pressed against my morning wood.

  A guy could get used to this.

  I slide my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me. She moans when I run my lips down the side of her neck.

  “What time is it?”

  I nip at her shoulder. “Early. 6:30.”

  She groans and burrows deeper under the covers. She’s adorable, and I chuckle at her cuteness. “Can’t we stay in bed?

  I shake my head, even though she can’t see me, and snuggle in next to her. “As much as I’d love for us to do that, I’ve got meetings today and you have a lunch date with Nora and Sloan.” Kara told me last night Nora invited her to have lunch with them, to see what kind of job she was looking for once Kendra returns to work in a few weeks.

  Her eyes open, and she shifts away from me to give herself enough room to roll to her back. My cock is very disappointed by this turn of events.

  She gives me a sleepy smile and I lean in for a kiss. Before I get to her lips, she throws a hand between us, covering her mouth. “You can’t kiss me, I just woke up.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her. “I did too. What’s your point?”

  “Morning breath,” she mumbles behind her hand.

  I roll my eyes at her. “Fuck that.” Lifting the covers, I slide on top of her, keeping my full weight off. I put my lips on her neck until she moans. Stroking my tongue near her ear, I whisper, “Come on, baby. Let me get my good morning kiss and I promise I won’t stop at your mouth.”

  Her hand falls away as I trail soft kisses up her jawline, until I get to her mouth. She doesn’t push me away when I nip at her lips, and finally opens to me. Our tongues stroke against each other, but I don’t linger. I got the kiss I wanted and now it’s time to give her the other kisses I promised.

  Moving from her mouth, I run kisses over her chin, down her throat, and onto the center of her chest, taking a quick detour to suck her nipples into my mouth until I have them standing in hard peaks.

  I kiss down her stomach, past her belly button, and straight to the sensitive spot above her mound that seems to drive her crazy. As if on cue, her hips lift off the bed, bringin
g her center against me. I slide the rest of the way down the mattress, throwing the covers to the floor. I wedge my broad shoulders between her legs, spreading her wide, and bringing my mouth right to the heat of her pussy.

  I give her a few teasing licks, swirling my tongue around her clit and flicking the hardened nub with my tongue. When her hands go to my head and yank on my hair, I know I’ve hit the right spot.

  And before I’ve had my fill, she’s coming on my tongue, dragging me up her body with a condom in her hand, and we’re forty-five minutes late to work.

  ***

  “Are you sure you don’t want to come to lunch with us?”

  I look up from the file I’m reading, watching Kara as she stands in my doorway. “Come here.”

  I can’t seem to get enough of her. We spent all day together at my parents’ house yesterday, and she stayed at my place last night. We woke up wrapped around each other and even drove into work together, albeit late. This is way out of the norm for me. By now, I usually itch for my personal space. Yet, with Kara, every little bit is never enough. I want her around me all the time.

  I’m not sure what to make of it.

  She strolls over to me, coming to my side and resting her hip on my desk. “I can’t. I have some errands I need to run.” I slide out from my desk and reach over, gripping her hip with my hand and sliding her over in front of me. Gazing up at her, I chuckle when I see an over exaggerated pout gracing her lips.

  “Can’t you do it after work?”

  “No,” I shake my head, then rest it against her belly. Her hand comes up to play with my hair as I lean against her. I love when she runs her fingers through the short strands. “I’m taking you home after work, and I want as much time alone with you as I can get. I’m not going to waste it running errands when I could be tangled up in the sheets with you instead.”

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “You make me that way.” I pull back and stand, our gazes reversed now since I’m looking down at her. I slip my hand behind her neck and pull her in for a quick kiss.

  I should know better.

  Nothing is ever quick with us.

  I stroke my tongue over hers one last time before I get completely carried away. Grabbing my keys and wallet from my desk drawer, I store the file I was working on back in the filing cabinet and walk out with Kara. She’s heading upstairs to meet them, and I’m heading downstairs to leave.

  It still doesn’t stop me from riding the elevator with her to her floor before I come back down.

  I’m totally fucked.

  ***

  I turn down the music blaring through the car stereo as I drive down the tree-lined drive. It seems like forever since I was here last. Even though I don’t plan to attend anymore of Lane’s parties, I still need to make time to see my friend. Plus, today’s visit isn’t without purpose.

  Lane Beckett has been my best friend since kindergarten. He’s also the Dominant I told Kara about. His house, or should I say small mansion, comes into view as I come down the drive. I’ve spent a lot of time here over the last couple of years.

  Speak of the devil, he walks out his front door as I circle the drive and come to a stop near the steps leading up to him. Killing the engine and climbing out, I jog up the steps to greet him. “Hey, man.”

  He takes my offered hand and pulls me in for our usual one-armed hug. “Hey. I was wondering where you’ve been,” he teases.

  “What can I say? I’ve been busy.” I shrug and follow him into his house. It feels like ages since I’ve been here, but it’s only been a couple of months. The last party I attended was a few weeks before I met Kara. And now that I have Kara, I have no reason to come to the parties anymore. Unless of course, she wants to come with me, but that’s not a topic I’ve brought up yet. How does one ask his girlfriend of twenty-four hours to attend a sex party with him?

  I know the answer to that question.

  He doesn’t.

  Lane gives me a curious look, one eyebrow raised, as he looks me over. “You? Too busy to hang out with hot chicks and get laid?” He shakes his head as if he doesn’t believe me. “There’s got to be another reason. The Ash I know would never pass up easy access to pussy.”

  I roll my eyes at him, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out. He knows me too well. He nails it on the first guess. “You’ve got a girl.”

  Like a lovesick fool, I can’t stop the smile from crossing my face at the thought of Kara. I’ve noticed I do that a lot more lately. I probably look like a grinning lunatic sitting here. “Yeah, I’ve got myself a girlfriend.”

  “Whoa, a girlfriend? Not a girl to bang, but an actual girlfriend?” Lane seems surprised.

  “Why is that so hard to believe?

  He laughs. “Because it’s you. You don’t do girlfriends, Ash.”

  “I’m not opposed to having a girlfriend, Lane. I just haven’t met many women who make me want to test it out.” I take a seat on his leather sofa in the large living room. “Kara makes me want to test it out.”

  “Kara,” Lane tests her name out. “Do I know her? You didn’t meet her here, did you?” He takes a seat on the chair opposite me.

  “No, she’s a friend of Kendra’s. Kara’s covering for her while she’s on maternity leave.”

  Lane shakes his head. “So not only is she your girlfriend, but she also works for you? I thought you weren’t going to dip your pen in the company ink?”

  I let out a sigh at Lane’s observation. I knew better than to think he wouldn’t remember the rules I set for myself when I opened my own firm. And until Kara, I had done a fantastic job of keeping my dick in my pants and away from my business. Kendra may be my one and only employee, but the amount of offers I get from my single—and not so single—clients might be surprising, and I always make it a point not to get caught up in it and refuse any offers, no matter how tempting they might be. I saw what it did to some of my colleagues at my first job, and I don’t have time in my life for that drama.

  Even with all that said, I still don’t regret getting involved with Kara.

  “She’s only temporarily my employee, so it doesn’t count. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway.”

  Lane shakes his head, chuckling to himself. Even he knows I’m full of shit. “She must be something. I’ve never seen you throw out all your rules for anyone before.”

  “She is.” It’s a simple response, but it needs no elaborations.

  “I’m guessing she’s the reason for the request today?” A smirk crosses his face.

  “Yeah, it’s an inside joke with her. I’m spending the night at her place tonight and I want to surprise her. Did you get everything?”

  When I teased Kara the night of the party about caning her ass, I put it in the back of my mind as something we might try later. It was obvious by her reaction she’s never done it, and it’s one of the few things I’ve never tried either. I can’t remember what made me think about it the other night, but I promptly made a call to Lane, knowing he could get me whatever I might need. Throwing his parties, Lane has access to all the kinky things you can imagine.

  “Yeah, it came in this morning with the other stuff I ordered. Come on.” He rises from his seat and passes the staircase to reach the spare first floor bedroom he uses for storage. Pulling a keyring from his pocket, Lane unlocks the door, flipping the light switch when he enters.

  The room is large, like all the bedrooms in the house. Built-in wooden shelves line along the walls, each one displaying different varieties of kinky fun. If you're looking for it, Lane most likely has it. Dildos, vibrators, cock rings, and whips—among other things—sit perched on the wood waiting to be used. Glass bowls filled with condoms of all sizes, colors, and flavors sit waiting to be strategically placed around the house at the next party.

  He grabs a long, rectangular box off a stack of larger boxes. “I put everything you asked for in here.” Handing it off to me, I put the box down on a nearby table and open it. A l
ong, Rattan cane is the first thing I see. I take it from the box, slipping off the plastic sheath and running my hand along its smooth length. It’s smaller than I thought it would be. Having no clue what to pick, I asked Lane for his help. Apparently, canes come in all styles, weights, lengths, and thicknesses. Lane assured me this would be a good starter cane. It’s lightweight and a little on the thicker side, with a soft leather handle at one end that feels perfect in my grip. Without thinking, I slide it through the palm of my other hand and strike it against my skin. A sharp sting radiates through my palm.

  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

  Turning to see Lane smirking at me, I shake my head with a smile. “Not a clue,” I tell him truthfully. “But I don’t plan on using it to its full potential. It’s more of a joke.”

  “Still,” he says as he walks towards me. “Take it easy with this.” He comes and takes it from my hand. “Obviously, the harder you strike the more it hurts. Use short, soft flicks against her skin. Like this.” He flips his palm up and shows me what he means. Seems easy enough.

  “Seems like she’d hardly feel it at all if I did it that light.” I take the cane back, mimicking his movement on my own palm.

  “Depends on where you aim the strikes. For the ass, you could go a little harder, but not too much unless you’re trying to inflict pain. Flicks like what I showed you are perfect for the pussy and the clit. Drives the ladies wild.”

  “Good to know,” I mumble, sliding the cane back in its sheath and placing it back in the box with the other items I asked for.

  “Thanks for getting this together for me. I appreciate it.”

  “Hey, that’s what friends are for,” he tells me, giving me a genuine smile. “So, when do I get to meet this girl? I’m not sure what the protocol is since it’s never happened before,” he teases.

  “Soon,” I tell him, though I don’t get any more specific than that.