Chapter 17
Asher
The second we walk over the threshold of my apartment, I have Alyse pinned up against the wall, my mouth on hers, my hands frantically searching to find naked skin. I kick the door shut on a slam, not quite ready to share her with the rest of the world yet. I have that planned for later.
Four fucking days since I’ve been inside of my woman is too goddamn long and that’s not going to happen again. I’ve thought of nothing else all week. I almost ditched dinner tonight to be with Alyse, but I couldn’t. We’re in the final stages of a major acquisition under GRASCO Holdings that we need financial backing for. Although I should have pulled a Gray and brought Alyse with me. Only she had other plans.
“I need to fuck you, baby. Hard. Now.” My teeth nip the delicate flesh along her neck. My tongue laves the tiny hurts I’m leaving behind. Her choppy gasps and breathy moans ignite a raging inferno inside my groin that can only be put out by the silky wetness I know is waiting for me between her toned thighs.
Quickly I pull the baby blue sweater over her head, dropping it on the cold tile beside me. Her jeans and panties are gone in a flash and she’s managed to push off my suit jacket, but I can’t wait a second longer.
I yank down the cups that are keeping her pert nipples from my view so I can watch them bounce up and down while I fuck her, and as I pull one into my mouth, I reach between us to free my straining cock. Then I’m pushing inside her in one hard stab. She’s wet, but not enough, because I was too impatient to prepare her properly. It takes two more thrusts before I hit the end of her womb, going as deep as her body will allow.
My eyes roll back at the feel of her bare skin on mine.
Fucking. Nirvana.
“Alyse, baby. So tight. Fuck, your pussy’s scorching me, it’s so hot.”
I have jacked off to thoughts of her every single night this week, fantasizing about being inside her raw, but it’s like I haven’t come in days, because within seconds of immersing myself in her snug heat, I’m about to blow. I haven’t been inside a woman without a rubber since Natalie, but absolutely nothing compares to the feel of Alyse’s tight, wet, velvety pussy hugging my dick.
Nothing.
Being inside her, skin on skin, is like I’ve reached the pearly gates early.
“Hard, Asher. I want hard.”
“Beg. Beg me to fuck you harder.”
I expect words. What I get instead is a sharp tug as she jerks me to her mouth in an explosive, aggressive, demanding kiss. Dragging my bottom lip between her teeth, she bites so hard I taste blood. When she finally pulls back, her smoky eyes don’t beg.
They challenge.
And I fucking love a good challenge.
“Palms against the wall. Keep them there,” I growl. Jesus, it makes me swell even more when she readily complies, and by the gush of wetness I feel at my command, she loves it when I control her like this.
Smirking, I withdraw slowly until just the tip remains inside. “All right, baby. You want hard, you’ll get hard. Hang on.”
Hands underneath her bare ass for support, I grip tight and slam her down on my straining dick.
Hard.
Filthy.
Rough.
Her breath rushes out on an exhale and I watch a small smile of satisfaction break through the hazy lust.
“Tell me this is okay,” I demand gruffly as I withdraw fully and pound into her again and again. My hips are like pistons and if she says no, I’ll stop, but fuck…it will take a giant feat of willpower, and I left that at the front door.
“Don’t…stop…” she gasps.
That’s all I need. As tightly as I’m gripping her, she’ll probably end up with bruises, but damn if I’m not dying to give her everything she wants. Everything I need her to have. The thought of leaving my marks of passion on the woman I’m falling in love with hits me someplace deep and primal.
As impossible as it seems, I think I’ve already fallen. I have to push that thought to the back of my head. All I can concentrate on right now is bringing us to the brink of rapture so we tumble over together.
I hold her tight, setting a fast, brutal pace and within only minutes, her walls clench moments before she closes her eyes and her body convulses in pure bliss. I watch her unravel and I’m thoroughly, hopelessly lost. She’s so damn beautiful my breath stops. My legs shake from my effort as I continue to pound into her, not slowing a bit. I stave off my own climax so I can watch the waves of euphoria wash over her gorgeous, flushed face.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of the light blush that takes over her fair skin when she orgasms at my hand. It’s quickly becoming my favorite color.
“Baby, I’m going to come,” I rasp. Finally, unable to last any longer, I let the last of her orgasm milk me. I throw my head back and with a howl follow her into the Promised Land.
I empty everything I have into her.
My seed.
My love.
My very fucking essence.
It’s official. Somehow within a matter of what seems like only days or months, but what has really been years in the making, I have found the one woman who has the power to outright decimate me. I was wrong before. It wasn’t Natalie.
It was Alyse.
It’s always been Alyse.
And I’ve just handed her the golden keys, whether she realizes it or not.