Twenty-Two
Porter
Shit. I nearly came from those words alone.
“We have things to do,” I tried saying.
Because we did. We had to unpack her things and get groceries. All the domestic shit. And who the hell knew when Nico was coming back.
Asher rolled her hips over me again.
Shit, hopefully he wasn’t back for a while.
She swung her leg from over me and I frowned, my cock hard under my jeans and missing the pressure of her on it. “Where are you going?”
Standing beside the bed, she sucked her lips in between her lips in that way she did, and crossed her arms in front of her, her fingers grabbing the bottom of the tight black ribbed tank top she was wearing.
She wasn’t…
Good fucking Lord, she was.
She lifted the tank up over her head, pulling it back as her hair cascaded down her bare back. She wore a black lace bra that cut so freaking low, I was pretty sure that if her nipples weren’t tight right now, I’d be able to see them.
And then her hands went to the belt on her jeans.
While Asher owned stock in yoga pants that hugged each of her curves, she preferred her jeans to be a bit wider in the leg while still cupping her ass. Today, in her tank top and jeans, with flip flops on her feet, she looked every bit the country casual chick I knew her to be.
But now, in a lace bra and her hands working on her bottoms, she was a sexy I didn’t realize I wanted in my life.
I sat up, grimacing at my hard cock under my jeans, and moved to stand. “Let me.” I wanted my hands on her.
She took a step back and shook her head. I swore there was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes, but it was gone quicker than I could say that maybe I imagined it.
Bending down to step out of her jeans, her hair moved over her shoulder and I reached out to run my fingers through it. When she stood again, in nothing but black lace, that uncertain look was definitely there.
I stepped closer to her, not close enough for her body to be pressed into mine, but close enough that I could feel her energy. I brushed her hair behind her ear with one hand, leaving the other at my side, knowing, without her asking, that she needed the small space between us still. “What’s this look for?” I asked quietly, sweeping my thumb under her eye.
She just shrugged.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, Ash,” I promised.
“But I’m ready,” she answered quietly. “At least, I think I am. Maybe just what we’ve been doing, but with less clothes. I don’t know.”
I could be game with that.
First, though, “Why now?”
Why not two weeks ago, after playing glorified house for months?
She closed that small gap between us and I nearly cheered out loud. “Because I missed you this week,” she answered, her voice huskier than normal. “Because you do things like get a bedroom set because you think it will make me more comfortable.” She put her hands to the bottom of my shirt. “Because you always seem to know when I’ve had too much, and you respect that.” Her fingers went under my shirt and my abs clenched when she pressed them flat on my stomach. “Did you realize it’s been thirteen months since we met?”
I did.
“We both know I have…issues.”
I opened my mouth to refute it, but she shook her head. “But you’ve been incredibly kind to me.”
“That’s because I care about you,” I told her. I hadn’t said the words before, and while I thought she knew it, I needed to be sure she was aware.
“I know,” she whispered. Under my shirt, her hands slid further up, sweeping her hands over my pecs. My nipples were suddenly sensitive to her touch, and my cock was pulsing behind my jeans, begging to be freed from the confines of my denim.
Then she rose up on her toes, her hands under my shirt but gripping my shoulders as she brought her mouth to mine. I reached up and grabbed the back of my shirt with my hand, pulling it over my head in swift fashion, breaking our kiss for the minimal seconds only.
Her hands were back to my shoulders and my hands grabbed onto her hips. I lifted her effortlessly and as her hands slid over my upper back, her legs easily wrapped around my hips. I walked us to the bed, a hand on her back and the other kneading a handful of her beautiful ass.
I raised my knee to lift us both onto the bed, lowering her back gently against the pillows. Automatically, I rested on my side next to her as her body tilted toward mine. My hand ran slowly up her side, from the lace at her hip up to the lace below her breast, then back down again.
Asher raked her nails down my chest, a finger snagging on the bar piercing there. Rather than hurt or be an uncomfortable twinge, it shot energy straight down to my already painfully hard cock.
Using my chest as an anchor, she pushed herself up to kneel beside me.
Asher in black lace, her hair wild and over a shoulder while her eyes were bright, was a sight to behold. One that I wouldn’t forget for as long as I lived.
But when her hands went to my pants, I had to close off the image. I couldn’t watch her and not blow my load, not right now.
My cock was straining against my fly and each light brush of her fingers as she worked the button, and then fly, had me nearly coming out of my skin. I lifted my hips once she lowered the zipper, pushing the denim down but keeping my boxer briefs in place.
For modesty.
Not that my erection wasn’t noticeable.
Asher tossed my jeans to the side and lay back down beside me, slightly on top of me, and the moment her lips returned to mine in a teasing peck, her hand gripped my fabric covered shaft. My cock jumped in her hand but she just tightened her hold.
Not one to just sit back and let the show happen, I shifted her so she straddled one of my thighs and reached my hand behind her. While her tongue danced over mine and her hand teased my aching cock, I gave her a bit of her own medicine.
I slipped my fingers under the edge of her lace panties, feeling the wetness along the seam before even meeting flesh. Asher wasn’t the type to let me get away with much, I’d learned over the last months, and apparently, that was going to seep into the bedroom too. After my finger swirled over her opening playfully, I felt as she let go of my cock but quickly learned why.
She pulled the top of my boxer briefs down and my cock, thankful to be freed and in the open, bounced against my stomach.
This was a step Asher hadn’t taken before.
My hands may have explored every inch of her, but hers only had met bare flesh from the waist up. She always stayed over clothes when it came to my cock and now that this was moving in a quicker direction than I had been anticipating?
Let’s just say the urge to come was the strongest I had ever felt.
She moved down, dislodging my hand from her, and tugged on the cotton, pulling my boxer briefs free and tossing them to the floor.
“Asher,” I croaked out, clearing my throat immediately after.
She was kneeling over me, her legs straddling both of mine, and her face was down, staring at my cock. I glanced down and tried to see it as she did.
Thick.
Hard.
Veins visibly pulsing.
Flushed.
Involuntarily, a drop of precum wept from the head.
Asher sat back on her knees and I could feel her heat on my thigh. She reached forward, grasping my cock and sweeping her thumb over the moisture on top.
Still though, she didn’t look at me.
“I want to have sex,” she said quietly, in that husky voice of hers.
I had to grind my molars together to fight off the urge to come as she kept rubbing her thumb over the sensitive areas of my cock head. “Asher,” I repeated her name through clenched teeth.
I needed to see her eyes.
I needed her eyes on mine, and I needed to know what she was thinking.
Feeling.
Finally, she lifted those crazy green eyes to mine and I was relieved to see not a trace of fear in them. Slight anxiety maybe.
This question was long overdue, but I needed to know so I knew how to handle this. “Are you a virgin?”
She bit her bottom lip and stared at me a moment. I watched as her eyes closed off, the light dimming for the shortest of moments, before she shook her head. “No. Just not well experienced. But I know what I want,” she added indignantly.
My chuckle was strained, but damn she was a pistol sometimes. “I’m good with whatever then,” I managed to say.
Again, she bit her lip and just as I thought this was going to end up just being another frisky hand session, she let go of my cock and reached behind her back, the action pushing her boobs out.
She wasn’t necessarily huge in that department, but she definitely had a healthy handful. Paired with the way she arched her back now, my mouth was salivating.
I wanted my mouth on her, rolling her nipple with my tongue while my fingers played with the other.
I grabbed my cock, squeezing tightly to try and ward off the need to finish this now. She removed her bra, leaving her straddling my legs in just wet lace.
“Fuck, Asher,” I mumbled, taking her in.
So Goddamn beautiful.
Her tanned olive skin. The splash of colors on her arm. Her hair, her eyes, her expression.
Her boobs had a slight sag to them, but they were still firm and her nipples tight and brown. One hand on my cock, I reached out to brush my thumb over one of the peaks, watching Asher’s face while I did.
Her eyes were on my hand and her lip was between her teeth. I swept my thumb over the tip again before gently rolling it between my index finger and thumb. Asher let out a breathy little moan, her eyes closing. I applied the slightest of pressures, again rolling her nipple slowly between the two digits.
And then her hips moved.
She was so damn responsive, making me realize that all those months where she never fully got hers, she must have been lost in her head somewhere because there wasn’t a stilted bone in this woman’s body.
I let my cock rest against my belly and reached for her hip, my other hand still rolling her nipple slowly, teasingly. I crunched up to sit, bringing our mouths together and spreading my hand over her so I could knead her boob. My cock was trapped between my stomach and her heat hidden behind lace. The friction of her lace-covered core on my sensitive shaft had this kissing session ending quicker than I wanted.
I loved my mouth on hers. I loved my hands on her.
But I wasn’t going to last a whole hell of a lot longer.
Thank God I’d been hopeful for this moment and was semi-prepared, I thought as I broke our kiss to reach toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a foil packet.
And like a pre-teen with his first girl, I fumbled with that damn packet, trying to get it open.
It was a good thing I still knew how to get it on, because that would be a fucking disaster…
I rolled the condom in place while Asher lifted herself to her feet, standing over me and pulling down the lace.
Fuck, I didn’t think she knew what she did to me.
I was eye level with her pretty mound. She had her curls, but she kept herself clean otherwise. I briefly wondered about her taste…
I was so researching the hell out of going down on a girl.
Then she was kneeling down again, her hands on my shoulders, and her eyes…
There was apprehension in them.
“You sure? We don’t have to,” I tried telling her, even though my body was protesting those words.
“I’m sure,” she answered, reaching for my cock. She lifted again and I knew where this was going.
And it was awkward as fuck.
I was no girl, but doing it the first time with her not on her back just sat wrong, even with her claustrophobic claims. As badly as I wanted her to sink down on me, I hated not knowing if she was truly ready.
I brought my hand to cup her, covering her and not letting her take me, while feeling her wet heat.
“We’ve got all night, Ash,” I told her, as I slipped a finger into her. She was wet but tight. Had she just dived in, we would have either gotten nowhere fast, or she would have hurt herself, and I couldn’t live with that knowledge.
Not when I didn’t fully know the world of hurt that lived behind her eyes. I’d be damned if I was adding to it.
“But Nico—”
“He’s not here.” I added a second finger, slowly feeling around her inner walls. I’d gone two-fingers-deep in her before, and that was tight, but she was going to have to stretch a little more to accommodate my cock. “Sit, Ash. Move your legs to wrap around me,” I directed, my fingers pushed all the way in and moving just the tips. I kept a hand on her hip to stabilize her as she moved and now the angle of her hips to my hand felt more natural.
I felt her ankles lock behind my back and, satisfied for now, I cupped her neck and brought her mouth back to mine.
“You’ll tell me if anything doesn’t feel right,” I told her, starting to move my fingers in and out of her slick channel. Her body clenched down around my digits but relaxed quickly.
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly. We didn’t kiss. We sat there, forehead to forehead, staring at each other as our heavy breaths lingered between us.
When her hands went to grab my cock, I let go of her neck to grab her wrist, my other hand stilling in her. “No. Not yet.”
Then I moved her hand so her fingers were above my sunken ones. “Rub yourself.”
Her eyes widened a fraction and I had the thought that maybe that was too much, that she wouldn’t do it.
But then she did. Her fingers rubbing in circles and lines over her clit as I pumped two fingers in and out of her. Her muscles were loosening and she grew wetter under my hand. Every time her breath hitched, her inner walls clenched.
She was close.
Curious then, I gingerly added a third finger. It was tight and her breath caught. She stilled her fingers.
I was two-fingers in with the third nearly home. I stopped moving, allowing her to get used to the new stretch.
Her breathing was labored but I felt as she relaxed again. “You still okay?” When she nodded, I finished pushing my third finger in. “Good?” Again, she nodded.
I angled my face so I could take her lips with mine, my tongue sweeping into her mouth before I started moving my hand below again. Rather than thrusting in and out though, I moved my fingers up and down, together, inside of her. I could feel as she started to work her clit again with one hand and, the devil she was, her other went back to my cock.
I tore my lips from hers. “Asher, I swear to God, I’m going to come if you so much as move your hand.”
“I want you to come with me,” she confessed, her breathing still labored. Her hips were rocking to their own melody, dancing with my fingers.
“I’m coming inside of you.”
“Then get in me!”
I would have laughed, if I wasn’t walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. “You need to be ready. I’m not hurting you.” It was the oddest thing, having this conversation while working on getting her off, but I wasn’t stopping.
“I am ready.” Her breath caught. “I’m ready, Porter.” And then her eyes closed and she flew.
Her wetness dripped into my palm as her muscles clenched around my fingers. Her chest was flushed, her face more so, and as her back arched in her pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in to nibble on the exposed column of her neck.
When her body calmed down, when she came back to me, I slowly dragged my fingers from her and put my hands on her hips, lifting her and slowly pulling her down on my waiting cock.
Her moan was the most erotic sound I heard in my life, and I swelled to an impossible thickness.
I was slightly bigger than my three fingers and the fit was still so fucking tight, but her body welcomed me smoothly. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pressed her cheek against mine as her chest flattened to my pecs. I pressed kisses over her shoulder, giving her time to adjust.
But Goddamn, I was in fucking seventh heaven right now.
Her wet walls hugged my cock tightly, but we fit together like a glove.
Fucking perfect.
Asher was perfect.
All over. Inside and out.
And I knew, in that very moment, I would fight whatever battles came my way, because I found the one person who was perfect for me.