Chapter 63

ASHER

She’s right where I want her, standing above me, my fingers buried deep in her soaked core. I’m using circular motions, pressing the heel of my hand against her sensitive spot, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her.

She’s trying to make me believe she’s resisting, but I know she craves this. Her muscles tighten around my fingers, her wetness is abundant, and despite her attempts to hide it, her hips sway subtly.

I lean forward, nipping at her nipple through her thin tank top. She’s already without a bra, her breasts perky and exposed, and I latch onto her nipple through the fabric, drawing it into my mouth.

I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction when she lets out a soft whimper as my teeth graze her. I’m not entirely sure why I’ve chosen this moment, especially after my confrontation with Jonathon. I refuse to let my mind wander from the task at hand.

I assist her in removing her pants, guiding them down her legs in her silent state, then pull her toward me, helping her to sit on my lap. The damp spot on her underwear rubs against my now exposed length.

I can feel myself hardening by the second, and I think we both know it was inevitable. The tension has been building for days, maybe even weeks, and I know she desires me.

And I want her too, not just because she’s attractive and turns me on, but also because I’ve just been punished for something that hasn’t even occurred yet. I refuse to bear these damn marks without claiming the one thing he doesn’t want me to have.

So, I encourage her to grind against me, the friction igniting the same need she displayed just the other day on the couch. She’s lost in her desire, her eyes wild, her hands gripping my shoulders as I let out a muffled sigh against her chest.

“If you say no, I’ll stop,” I say, the words heavy with unspoken implications.

I don’t want to stop, even if she asks me to, but something inside me knows I need her consent.

Maddison is silent for a moment, her hips never stopping their movement. Her eyes are now tightly shut as her breaths come in ragged gasps.

“Maddison?” I ask.

“I’m not stopping you,” she whispers so softly it’s almost inaudible.

She doesn’t want to stop… He was right. She does want me, but there’s no fairytale ending with me.

Despite this, I can’t help but smirk, ignoring the nagging feeling that I’m about to cross a line that shouldn’t be crossed. I push her underwear aside, position myself, and thrust into her.

She wraps her arms around my neck, hiding her face where I can’t see it as she lets out a sigh. I wonder if it’s a mix of pain and pleasure, if she wasn’t wet enough, if I was too rough, or if I hurt her in some other way.

But she doesn’t give me time to think.

“If we’re doing this,” she says, “then fuck me hard. Make it worth it.”

I wish we were on the bed. The thought of staying here, having sex on the toilet, doesn’t appeal to me. I want us to be comfortable. So I stand, leaving the towel behind, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry us to my bed.

I lay her down gently, leaning over her, cupping her face to kiss her. Our tongues meet. I taste her, and the rest is a blur.

I can’t help it. I need to move, and now that she’s beneath me, her legs spread wide for me, I establish a rhythm that has her muffling her moans with a pillow.

Normally, I wouldn’t like that, but I don’t want Addison and Ebony to know what we’re doing in here. So I let her stifle her soft moans that resonate deep within me.

I end up tearing the underwear that was rubbing against my length. Repositioning us on the bed, I lay on one arm beside her, thrusting into her while kissing the exposed side of her neck.

Her hand finds its way into my hair, pulling roughly as we make love, and she clings to me as much as I cling to her.

“Are you ready to let go, Maddison? Ready to let your pleasure wash over me?” I question her.

I’m not usually one for dirty talk, but right now, I’m so tightly wound, I want to control this situation. I want to leave my mark on her, in the form of her surrender beneath me. I yearn for it.

“Asher…,” she cautions, her voice husky and aroused—unlike anything I’ve heard from her before.

Sex has a way of transforming you, and I think that’s what’s happening to her now. Does she get to experience pleasure? Is that even allowed with the men who pay her for her services?

Or is it a cold exchange that only benefits the man inside her? I reach down, teasing her clit, circling it with the aim of bringing her to climax. She’s close; I can feel it.

Her legs tremble around me; her body arches off the bed, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her hands release the pillow, no longer holding it in place, and I seize the chance to move it.

Her cheeks are flushed, eyes tightly closed. She startles when my lips find hers. The kiss is mostly one-sided, my teeth grazing her lower lip as I struggle to contain my own pleasure.

My cock brushes against the sensitive top wall of her pussy repeatedly. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman. I’d be fighting the urge to climax if it weren’t for her unexpected release.

She tightens around me, her nails raking down my back as she presses her mouth to mine to muffle her soft cry of pleasure.

I laugh against her lips, pursuing my own release, altering my rhythm. I take her roughly, holding her close as she rides out her orgasm, and I chase my own.