Chapter 3
Asher didn’t get any sleep that night he tended to Fiona and then he watched her sleep the rest of the night. Right after their long night of hot passion, Asher wiped Fiona down from head to toe. She had passed out on him during her last and final orgasm. They were both all sweaty and sticky; he couldn’t bare to see her like that. He went into his bathroom and came back with a severely hot towel. He wiped her everywhere; she sighed a couple of times, but that’s all he got from her. After he had tended to her, he went and took a quick shower. When he got back into the bed, she was bent over into a ball. Asher slid his naked body right next to hers. He pulled the covers over the both of them, and he watched her for the rest of the night. Around four that morning, she stirred, she blinked up at him rapidly, and he was just about to get up. She balled herself and rolled onto her back, pulling him with her. She looked straight into his green eyes and told him to fuck her. Asher leaned over under the bed and pulled out another condom. Fiona started touching herself and the sight of her pleasuring herself made him rock hard.
“Damn girl” He breathed. She moaned and groaned.
“Fuck me Asher” She begged him.
“You don’t have to beg me Fiona” He assured her.
“Then fuck me” She whined. Asher didn’t know what to think of this Fiona. This Fiona needed him and wanted him. He could watch her rubbing at her clit all day, but he had needs too. Asher ripped the condom wrapper and slid the condom on. Fiona was reaching and pulling for him before he could climb back onto her. This made Asher feel so good, she longed and wanted him. This woman made of stone had a softer side, and he liked it. He pushed into her, and she screamed yes to him. Asher went on like this for the next hour or so. Fiona caressed and worshiped Asher during their lovemaking, but she was cold as ice afterward. Asher yanked on his boxers then laid towels out for her shower, and he started a pot of coffee. Asher hadn’t smoked in four years, but he needed a cigarette right now. He prayed the coffee would help with that edge. When Fiona came from the bathroom, she was fully dressed and well put together. She didn’t look as though she’d been fucked senseless at all. Asher was just finishing up on his second cup when she came into the kitchen. Asher poured her mug and then told her he would take her wherever she wanted to go after his shower. She nodded at him sitting down at his table. Asher didn’t know how to take this girl, one minute she was hot then the next she was cold. It was like she was two different people, but he welcomed the challenge. Straight out the shower; Asher walked over to his walk in across closet directly across from the bathroom. He threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He stepped into the main living area and she wasn’t there. He looked all over the loft, and she was nowhere to be found. Her shoes and purse were gone. He checked the door, and it was shut but not locked. There was no way to lock the door without being inside of the loft or with a key. Asher stepped into his boots and grabbed his wallet, cell phone and keys from the table. He bolted down the stairs and then he entered the garage she wasn’t there. He hadn’t shown her the back door, but there was nowhere else she could be right now. On his way to the back door, he heard Levy whistling from the Butcher Shop. He opened the door, and Levy gave him a shit-eating grin. Asher knew immediately that Levy had seen Fiona. Asher stood there staring at the middle age man.
“Hey hey hey, I saw the super model. Man, she’s hot.” Levy told Asher with a wink.
“Where’d she go?”
“She got into a cab, and they went up the street.”
“Shit!” Asher spits out balling both hands into fists.
“What’s wrong?” Levy asked him confused.
“She left while I was in the shower.”
“Oh shit,” Levy looked at him wide eyed. Asher dropped his head and shook it slowly. He looked down at his phone. He had two missed calls, but neither of them was from her. He had a text message from Kerrigan but nothing from Fiona.
“Well, maybe she had somewhere to be,” He told him in a cheery voice.
“Levy, you haven’t been married that damn long. You know what it means when a girl skips out on you while you’re in the shower. She didn’t like it, and I did my fucking best.
“Well, what did she say?”
“Nothing, she screamed and yelled like a banshee while I was fucking her but afterward she was cold.”
“Well, she must have liked it.”
“Or she was faking it.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. This morning she woke to ask me to fuck her again, so I did.”
“So, there you go she liked it.”
“But why would she sneak off like that?”
“Maybe she had somewhere to be.”
“She did tell her friends last night that she had a photo shoot this morning. I thought maybe she was just trying to fuck. Maybe she did have an appointment.
“See your stressing out over nothing. You did your job; you banged the living shit out of her.”
“Yea, I guess” Asher walked back to the door and then looked up at the clock. He had 2 hours before his shift started.
“I’ll see you in a couple of hours” He called back to Levy. Asher went back up to the loft and crashed. When he woke, it was after 1oclock. He jumped up and was greeted by the blazing sun. He called down to the shop and told Levy he overslept, and he’d be right down.
“No no, Whistlers here, take the rest of the day off. You work too damn much anyway. Have you heard from the super model?” Asher looked down at his phone and still nothing from Fiona.
“Nope”
“Give her time. See you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Don’t mention it.” Asher hung up the phone and laid back down. He picked up his cell and still no call or text from Fiona. He decided to call his sister back, and she laid into him for not calling her back sooner. He told Kerrigan everything that had happened from beginning to the end. Kerrigan told Asher she thought Fiona had men issues, and maybe she’s been abused of some sort. She told him he should just step back and let her take the lead for a while. Asher advised her he hadn’t taken the lead since he’d met the strange girl. On the 16th day of Asher listening to everyone, tell him just to give her time, he lost all his patience. He had just finished a meat order, and Whistler was walking through the door. Whistler was Levy’s weekend employee. Whenever Asher needed a day off Whistler would work his shift. The Butcher Shop was empty, and Asher pulled out his phone. He dialed the number and put the phone to his ear. The phone rang four times then Fiona’s breathy voice chimed in. Asher turned away from the front door and huddled into a corner.
“Listen, I don’t know what the fuck I did to you, but you could have at least text me and told me to fuck off or something. I thought it was great, and I thought you thought it was great, I mean you were all moaning and shit. I didn’t want that to be our only night; I’m not a one night stand kind of guy, and I didn’t think you were that kind of girl. If I did something to piss you off I didn’t mean it.” And then the voice mail beeped and then she was gone. Asher pulled back the phone and the screen read call ended.
“What the fuck did she say?” Whistler asked ease dropping. Asher turned to face him, and Levy stood over by the counter wiping a spot over and over. Both of them had been ease dropping on his conversation.
“Nothing, it was her voicemail.” They watched him and Asher wasn’t in the mood for another pity stare. Levy had told all his regular customers two weeks ago everything. If someone asked where Levy was that day he overslept. He would tell them the whole story. So now, every day the regulars came in asking if he’d talk to the super model. Asher took off his apron and threw it in the hamper. He turned to tell the guys to have a good weekend as they stood right there in front of him.
“What?” He asked shocked that they were both staring at him.
“Happy Birthday” They both held presents out to him.
“I told you ass holes last year to stop this shit.” He bit out.
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br /> “Shut the fuck up” Levy snorted and pushed the big box towards him. Asher grabbed it and then Whistler put his small box on the tip of the big box.
“You ain't got to open them here; we know you’re not into this shit, but we’re like family and we love you. Have a good weekend, and we’ll see ya Monday.” Asher nodded at the two men then he walked towards the back door. He turned when he found a free hand to open it.
“Thanks” he called back to them. They both started making kissing and crying noises back at him. He shook his head and told them to go fuck themselves. Asher went upstairs and put the two gifts on his table. He had three hours before he had to meet up with Kerrigan for his birthday dinner. He pulled out his clippers and cut his hair and trimmed his well-manicured beard some. After he had groomed himself, he got right into the shower. When he got out, he heard his phone ringing. He ran to the kitchen to answer the phone on the table. He looked down at the phone, and it was the Shop downstairs.
“Yeah” He belted into the phone. There was a knock at the door.
“Hey man,” Whistler chimed through the phone.
“Who the fucks at my door,” He asked annoyed
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It’s that hot ass Model chick.”
“What?” There was another knock at the door. Asher walked over to the door and unlocked it. He slid the door wide open.
“Hey, man did you hear me? “Whistler asked him
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Don’t fuck up” Asher ended the call. He looked into a pair of the most amazing light brown eyes. She looked him over then she gave him a half smile. She stepped through the door; he didn’t move an inch. She bumped into him a few times when she slid the door shut and locked the latches. She turned back around, and Asher was still dripping from the shower. Fiona stood right there in front of him. She dropped her purse to the floor and pulled her black and gold designer t-shirt over her head. She wore a black lace bra underneath. She unbuttoned her jeans and started shimmying out of them.
“What are you doing?” He asked her in a whispered.
“You called me,” She told him accusingly.
“Shit, you just left!” He bit out. She gave him a small smile.
“Well is this a bad time?” She stepped completely out of her jeans. He said nothing in response to her. Just watching her like this made is dick spring to life. She unhooked her bra, and it fell to the floor freeing her perfectly round cups in mid-air.
“I can leave if this is a bad time,” She told him taking a step back. Asher yanked her back closer to him.
“You ain't going nowhere,” He told her pressing his dick against her.
“Okay,” She laughed.
“Panties off” He demanded in a growl. Fiona chuckled and then she shimmied out of the panties.
“Shoes?” She asked Asher mockingly.
“No, leave them on.” Fiona wore a pair of tall black heels with gold bottoms. Asher pulled both of her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her torso. She looked over at the table and saw the presents.
“Whose presents?”
“Mine”
“Why?”
“It’s my birthday” She pressed herself up closer to him.
“Happy Birthday”
“Thanks,” He told her dryly
“Well that doesn’t sound like a happy-” Asher interrupted Fiona with whatever she was about to say.
“Up!” He growled. Fiona obeyed him and jumped up on him. He caught her just like last time. Fiona felt his stiff dick slapping against the crack of her ass. She’d been waiting on this for weeks now. She knew he should have been a one-night stand, but she couldn’t get the bearded man out of her head. He had fucked her like no one had before, and she longed to have him pounding in her again. Asher looked at her like he was starving for her. Fiona wanted him to make a meal of her. She wanted him to take all of her. Asher turned them around, and he sat them both on the bed. Fiona was once again straddling him.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked her, letting her take the lead. Asher was a manly man, but he didn’t want to fuck this up, and he wanted Fiona to be as comfortable as possible.
“But it’s your birthday” She breathed.
“You’re the best gift ever,” He told her. She saw those piercing green eyes and she knew the copper bearded man wasn’t lying he meant exactly what he said.
“I don’t normally do this,” Fiona told him as she reached around grabbing at his dick.
“What? I’m clean I swear, and I have condoms.” He rushed out confused with her statement. Fiona chuckled and scooted back off him.
“What are you doing?” Asher asked her annoyed. Fiona kneeled in front of him and wrapped her lips around his dick.
“Fuck” He sighed out. Asher planted both hands palms down on his bed and threw his head back. He hadn’t been sucked off this good in; then Asher thought about it. He’d never been sucked off this good. Fiona hadn’t sucked a guy off since her freshmen year in college. She swore she would never do it again but for some reason Asher was different. She wasn’t sure why but he was. Fiona gave him everything she had. It was his birthday, and she wanted him to feel special. She had a strange feeling he didn’t have a lot of days where he felt that way. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen between them after this night. She would try her very best to be on her best behavior because she wanted to see him again. When Asher told her to stop, and she didn’t, he gripped the back of her head and demanded she took more of him. She choked a couple of times, but she fought back the gagging and burning sensation. She was going to give him the best birthday present he’d ever forget. After Fiona’s father passed away, they never celebrated birthdays in their house. Her mother turned into a miserable drunk. Fiona spent most of her times at her girlfriend’s houses. When Asher almost jumped off the bed and yelled stop at her. She did so. It was obvious Asher didn’t want to cum in Fiona’s mouth, and she liked that about him. He thought of her and her feelings; most guys wouldn’t give a shit. Once he recollected his bearings, Fiona climbed back on top of him.
“Can I return the favor?”
“Not tonight.”
“When?”
“You can do it on my birthday.”
“When is that?” Fiona giggled and climbed back on top of him.
“Get your condom” She breathed. Asher bent over still holding Fiona in his arms while she straddled him. He pulled out two condoms and Fiona raised a brow at him.
“How do you want to do this?” She asked him. Asher swallowed and then he thought about all the fantasies he’s had about her.
“I want you to ride me till you’re about to pass out, and then I’ll ride you till I’m about to pass out. How does that sound?”
“Good,” She said nonchalantly. Asher ripped the condom wrapper and pushed the condom down on him. Asher laid back, and Fiona took the lead. Asher cupped both of her perfectly round breasts, massaging each nipple in the meantime. On Fiona’s 9th stroke on him, Asher praised Fiona by telling her yes over and over and gasping her name when it got good. After three orgasms from her and the changing of two condoms and two orgasms from him, they switched positions. Asher ignored the ringing of his phone while he pounded into Fiona. She went all out this time; she talked so dirty to him this time. Asher loved how vocal she had become, and he didn’t want ever to stop fucking her. The phone rang again and then again. Asher cut his eye over at the table where his cell phone laid.
“You better not fucking stop!” She warned.
“I’m not Baby” He assured her. Fiona looked at him blankly not saying a word.
“What is it?” He asked her still pounding.
“Don’t call me that” She answered him in a dead voice.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it,” She said nothing back to him.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked her slowing down. He could tell her mood had changed drastically.
“No! I
want you to shut up and fuck me!” She glared at him. Asher stopped and started pulling out of her.
“Wait” She whined.
“I’m done,” He told her without meeting her eyes.
“But you haven’t come yet?”
“I’ve already come twice, and I could have come a dozen times, but I was holding out for you. Now I’m done” Asher climbed off the bed and went to the fridge and pulled out bottled water. He took three gulps and then he checked his phone. Fiona watched him from the bed. Asher dialed a number then he held it to his ear.
“I didn’t forget, and I won’t be late.” He spoke into the phone.
“Alright,” And then he hung the phone up and went to the bathroom. Fiona heard the shower turn on and then she heard the shower curtain close. She got up out the bed went to her purse and pulled out a hair tie. She balled all her hair up then wrapped it with the oversize hair tie. She walked into the bathroom and opened the back of the curtain. Asher was at the front of the tub right under the stream. He had his head down, and both palms face down against the shower wall. The hot stream sprayed his head and back. Fiona climbed in behind him, and he didn’t budge. She got the washcloth from the soap dish and squirted soap on his towel. She scrubbed his back with the towel. Asher reached around and pulled Fiona closer to him. She felt so safe with this man, and that scared her more than anything. Fiona washed him and thought he had a great ass. She washed his broad shoulders and the back of his neck. Asher turned to face her with the hungriest eyes she’d ever seen. She squeezed some more soap on the towel and then she started on his chest.
“I want you” He breathed.
“Let me rinse you off first.” She told him. She reached up to wash his shoulders, and he grabbed her hands.
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