Twenty-Six
Asher
First, he took me in the whirlpool Jacuzzi tub.
I came hard and fast, but he held back, even though I felt him throbbing and ready for release.
After, he wrapped me in a towel and dragged me to a chair, where he started all over again. His mouth on mine, his hands everywhere. My hair had been up in the tub, but the man liked his hands in it and took it down so he could thread and pull as his hands wandered.
His cock was red and swollen, and I knew he was on edge, but the damn guy was proving a point. This time when he was in me, I tried squeezing my inner walls around him as I rode him slowly, then fast and hard, but it was, once again, me who was coming while he throbbed inside me, but held back.
The two orgasms wore me out and Porter had to carry me to the bed, holding me up, as could hardly hold myself up with my arms around his neck. He sat down with me in his lap, his cock having dislodged from me along the walk.
“You got another in you?” he asked me.
“God, no,” I moaned. I moved off him so I could lay down, exhausted. I threw my arms out to my sides, my one arm landing on his thigh.
“I think I could get one more from you.”
“Go ahead and try.” I closed my eyes, knowing that in this position, he would leave me alone. “Just give me a minute and I’ll give you a hand job,” I mumbled sleepily. Why the hell he kept holding back was beyond me.
He chuckled and I could feel as he moved in the bed. Before I knew what was happening, my legs were over his shoulders.
My eyes flew open, my heart pounding.
He hadn’t…
We hadn’t…
I wasn’t too sure how I felt about this.
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. “You tell me if it’s too much, or if you need me to stop. You’re okay?” The expression on his face…
“Yeah,” I managed to get out. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
My heart was beating frantically and easily skipped a beat or two, but I was okay.
The first flick of his tongue over me, had my hands flying to my core.
“You good?” he asked, his lips brushing against my fingers.
I forced my hands back to my sides. “Yeah. I’m good.” And I was. It was just such a foreign feeling, his mouth down there.
He shifted below me, his shoulders moving my thighs as he did, and then his arm was wrapped around my leg and his fingers were holding me open. I moved my head on the pillow so I could try and look down at him, but all I could really see was my thigh over his broad, naked shoulder.
His nude body.
His tight ass.
He was so freaking beautiful, and it still was hard to believe that he chose me.
We’d been together for a year and a half, and every day still felt new. We had a routine when I was down in South Carolina, just as I knew the routine would shift back home in Wisconsin next week.
But I would never get over how this beautiful man—outside as well as in, for how he treated me and accepted me—chose me.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, all while anticipating his next move.
My breath caught in my throat as he dragged the tip of his tongue up my center again, his tongue circling my clit at the top. Then he was flicking his tongue over my clit and I had to close my eyes and grip the sheets beside me.
When his mouth sealed over me, I fought back a groan.
When his tongue dipped inside me, I had to bite my lip.
And when he sucked on my clit, I had to move my grasp to his hair. He suckled there, the tip of his tongue dancing over the tip too, and when he angled his chin and his beard brushed me…
My legs clenched around his head. “Porter!”
And I was coming.
And coming.
My body bowed and my legs shook over his shoulders, while I held his head to me. I felt his smile against my slick flesh but I was coming down off my high. He kept licking me though, long and slow strokes. When I released his head—Good Lord, I was probably suffocating him—my arms fell to my sides.
Porter kissed my inner thigh again and I felt as he pushed two fingers in me, face up. “I do alright?”
As if he needed affirmation. I moaned a yes all the same, while he slowly brushed my inner walls with his fingers. With all my sensitivity, whatever he was doing was building me up all over again, and my hips jerked off the bed when he ran over one spot. “That how it is…” He did it again.
“Porter,” I moaned as my hips flexed under him. “Dammit, Porter.”
His kiss to my thigh turned into the gentlest of bites. With his fingers still in me, playing with that damn spot, he moved up to my side so he could kiss my cheek, the side of my nose, my eye lid, and finally, my ear. There, he licked the shell and gently nibbled the edge. “Three.”
“Nobody’s counting,” I ground out, opening my eyes to look over at him. His green eyes were dark as he watched me. I took his bearded face in my hands—it really had to go—and brought his lips to mine for a proper kiss.
Soon though, his fingers had me near my next cliff and I pulled his face from mine, panting. “You finish this and you’re suffering blue balls tonight, Porter Prescott. I want you in me.”
He chuckled, pressing his full lips to mine once more, talking into my mouth. “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled his fingers from me, slowly I assure you, and I had to close my eyes. But then his hands were on my hips and he was rolling to his back.
I straddled his stomach, his cock brushing against my ass, and I wiggled over him before leaning down to seal my mouth to his. His hands remained on my hips, holding me over his stomach, but I was ready for the next step.
He’d been in me in the Jacuzzi, but I needed to feel him full and throbbing inside me now. I needed to feel him let go of that fine control he had.
So, with an angle of my hips, I slid down, his cock slipping through my folds. When his head, then shaft, rubbed deliciously over my clit, I moaned into his mouth. “God, Porter.”
“You’re fucking tell me.”
I lifted my hips while Porter’s hand remained on them and, reaching between us, took his thick shaft and pulled it back. He was so coming in seconds. He was hard, and red, and throbbing. The man had control I couldn’t even fathom.
And then, with enough tease of my own, I sank down on him slowly, all while watching his beautiful face tighten, his mouth open, and his eyes close. “Shit, beautiful,” he groaned.
Fully seated, I ground my hips a fraction and he swelled even bigger inside me. His fingers tightened at my hips.
“Hold still. Shit, hold still.”
Not one to follow directions, I started a slow grind.
He was bare inside me, something we only started to do a week or so earlier, after an accidental shower romp.
The feel of him in me, without the thin barrier of latex, was one I knew could get me off quick, but him, definitely quicker. It was as if he lost all control.
I braced my hands on his chest, my left hand covering the newest of artwork on his right pec—a pink lotus that was effortlessly pulled into the intricate design in his sleeve. Just beyond the lotus, was a scale.
Both the pink and scale were for me—they were my birthstone and sign.
…Just like I had the small Aquarius waves under my left breast near my ribs.
We had them done two months before, right after he decided to take the plugs out of his gauged ears. He was changing body modifications for tattoos. Thankfully, he kept his barbell in his nipple. I liked teasing him with it at inappropriate times.
My eyes traveled down his sleeve, taking it in. It was black, gray, and flesh. There were homages to his family, his life growing up, and hockey. Even his left-sided tattoos, the XI and his ‘mom,’ were done in black.
I was the color on him.
It wasn’t something I had truly realized before now.
“Asher. Fuck, Ash, you gotta move. I can’t…”
My eyes snapped back to his. He was watching me intently, his nostrils flaring with his attempt to control his breathing.
I rolled my body over him, my breath quickening by the third roll. I pulled my lip between my teeth before changing my roll to an up and down motion. Up, slam down. Up, slam down. Adding a twist of my hips.
“Fuck, Ash.” His hips were flexing under mine, meeting my bounces with thrusts of his own. “Tell me you’re close. Tell me you’re almost there. Fucking A, Asher.”
“I can’t…I won’t…” Shit, I already came so many times.
“You will. You will, baby,” he vowed, crunching up so he could take a nipple in his mouth.
I screamed out in pleasure, his teeth and tongue on me sending shocked electricity to my core, where I was definitely getting close again. He bit down a little harder than necessary, but it made my walls clench around him.
“Shit, Porter. Oh, God. Porter.” He had control now and he pulled me down, banding an arm around my upper back and the other above my hips. I turned my face into his neck, breathing in his musky smell.
With uneven, hurried thrusts, he pounded up into me as my body continued to tighten.
Almost, almost, almost…
Until finally…
There.
Porter
My hips jerked against hers, her body clenching and her cum coating my cock. Two more thrusts and I was a fucking goner, my release coming in long, hard, almost painful, jerks.
I kept my arms around her tight as she kept her face pressed to my neck. I groaned another “Fuck” as my cock jerked inside her again.
Best. Fucking. Time. Ever.
Just like waiting a year for her was worth the anticipation, so was tonight, playing and playing until finally I found mine.
So fucking good.
And then to add going bare to the mix? Each time we were together was singlehandedly the best experience of my life.
Tonight, all of it, was the best fucking experience of my life. I needed her to hear the words I’d been holding close to my chest for the last few weeks.
I brushed my hand down her hair, damp from our—I looked at the clock—nearly two-hour sex session, waiting for her to come back to me. My cock was softening in her but, every now and then, I could feel the slightest of clenches from her.
She gave a breathy little sigh, the air hitting my neck, and I wound her hair in my hand to pull her head back. The sleepy smile on her face was my undoing. I couldn’t wait a second longer.
“I love you, Asher.”
Her smile dimmed a fraction, and her eyes got that closed off look I hadn’t seen in nearly a year. I tried swallowing back my panic.
We’d been together for damn near two years. We fucking lived together, for all intents and purposes.
Her eyes started watering and my heart clenched. Fuck.
I fucked up.
She still wasn’t ready.
But when? When the fuck would she be ready?
I thought we moved past her ghosts, when she broke down and told me her real reasons for the fears in her eyes. Shit, I fucking tattooed her on my body.
Twice!
Asher lifted a hand and traced down my nose, confusing the hell out of me. A tear slipped from her eye and I fought the urge to wipe it away.
But then another fell and I couldn’t not wipe them away.
I brought my hands to her face and with my thumbs, gingerly swept at the wetness. “I’m sorry. I won’t say it again.”
She shook her head and the damn tears fell harder.
“Shit, Asher.” My heart was starting to pump frantically behind my breastbone.
I never experienced a true heart-stopping moment. When she told me she’d been raped, my body froze, but my heart kept beating.
But her whispered, “I love you,” had my heart skipping three beats, and an itchiness encompassed my entire chest.
“Yeah?” I stopped trying to wipe away the tears; they kept coming.
She nodded in my hands. “Yeah. I do.”
***
I napped with Asher sprawled against me for maybe an hour, but my body was too hyped with the excitement of the last twenty hours.
Twenty hours ago, I went to what would be the last practice of the season.
Seven hours ago, I scored the fucking game-winning goal of the Stanley Cup.
Four hours ago, I took my girl to her room to properly celebrate.
Less than two hours ago, my fucking life was made.
She loved me.
I loved her.
I was going to marry this girl someday, I knew it in my gut. I had zero desire to ever let her go. She wasn’t even twenty yet, though, so I was going to bide my time.
But someday, Asher was going to have more than just a family by acceptance.
She was going to have a family by name.
I brought my lips to her forehead, kissing her lightly.
“Hmm,” she mumbled. I didn’t mean to wake her.
“Sorry, go back to sleep,” I told her. I’d wake her up in another two hours, giving me an hour to spend with her before we did breakfast with the family and team in the banquet hall. After, we would separate, but she was flying back to South Carolina, and would help Nico and I close up the townhouse for the summer.
Then she and I? We were flying back to Wisconsin together.
I was spending every fucking moment with her back home.
Well, not every. She had to work and I had camps I was helping with. But every free moment was definitely hers.
“What time is it?”
“Late. Early. Early,” I repeated quietly. “Go back to sleep. It’s only five, beautiful.”
She lifted her chin and rested it on my chest, giving me a sleepy smile. “You should sleep too. You had a big day.”
She was telling me. “Too much energy.”
Her eyes were on mine, and I couldn’t help but give her my biggest truth. “I love you.” I wouldn’t get tired of saying the words.
“I love you,” she answered back quietly, leaning up to kiss my chin. “This is going away today, right?”
I chuckled and reached for my chin, rubbing over the hair there. “I think I’m keeping it.”
She frowned. “Please, no.”
My eyes widened but I smiled just as wide. “Why the hell not?”
She bit her cheek before leaning up and whispering in my ear—as if there was someone around to hear, “I like the feel of your stubble when you kiss my neck.”
Oh, I knew that. Did I ever.
Her body tightened quickly whenever I purposely rubbed my chin over her shoulder, against her neck.
Her nipples would get rock hard and her pussy was quickly wet. It was like a magic button on her.
“Done.” I could deal without the beard. It was a pain to keep up with. Not all the guys kept up with their playoff beards, some scraggly and uneven, but I kept mine growing but groomed, adding oils and everything.
Had to keep my girl happy.
She picked out the oil, after all.
But again—had to keep my girl happy, and if she wanted it gone? It was so fucking gone.
She kissed my cheek before settling at my side again. Her arm was over my stomach and her finger was tracing my ‘mom’ tattoo. I thought about Mo then.
“That didn’t always say ‘mom,’” I found myself confessing.
Her finger stilled a moment, before sweeping her thumb over the word. “No?”
I ran my fingers lazily up her spine. “No. I had girlfriend in high school. Only other girlfriend I’ve had. We were friends since, shit…diapers, probably. We dated our junior and senior years of high school. I broke up with her after graduation, because I was leaving for South Carolina, and she was staying home for college. Right before meeting you,” I added quietly. It had been months since I found out about her accident, but fuck if the what ifs still didn’t still weigh on my mind. I broke up with Mo because she was staying home, and I was leaving.
And then I found myself ass over kettle in a relationship that was the same damn setup.
I couldn’t think that way though, because this girl here had my entire heart, and I had to believe that things happened for a reason.
“Her name was Mo,” I told her.
I felt as Asher traced the ‘m’ and ‘o,’ stopping before the last ‘m.’
“Did you love her?” There was curiosity in her voice.
“I thought I did.”
Asher lifted her head to look at me, frowning. I raised my hand to brush her hair behind her ear. “What I feel for you is worlds different than anything I’ve felt for anyone else, Asher.”
She offered me a small smile before asking, “So she’s in Beloit? Maybe I’ve met her.”
I watched my hand as I combed my fingertips over the shell of her ear, keeping her hair in place. “She died in a car accident in January last year.”
“Oh, my God,” Asher gasped, her eyes wide. “I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head with a slight chuckle from the corner of my mouth. That was so Asher. “I found out on Facebook, of all places.”
Her hand covered the tattoo and she leaned into me. “I’m very sorry, Porter.”
I shrugged. “I just thought you should know. I don’t want secrets between us, Ash. You’re it for me, beautiful.”
She bit on her lip and stared into my eyes. I couldn’t help but feel there was something holding her back, but before I could further question it, her lips were on mine in a gentle kiss. “I love you.”
And everything righted again.