16. Lennie

16

LENNIE

“ C ome on, let’s get you to bed.” We’re snuggled in, me on top of him, lying chest to chest, abdomen to abdomen, and leg to leg. After dinner, we decided to watch a movie and relax. The crying saga where I blurted out every single detail, in front of his friend no less, was over, and Asher saw me through it, held me through it, and everything in between. When I tried to sit down beside him earlier, he brought me to where I am now, and where I don’t want to leave, not ever.

“Will you stay the night?” I ask, lifting my head off his chest to look in his green eyes. He probably wouldn’t like me saying any part about him is pretty, but his eyes, damn, they suck you in and make you want to look at him forever.

“You sure about that? Not sure how much sleep we’ll get.” He lifts his hips, allowing me to really feel him.

“Who said anything about sleeping?” His hands slide lower, engulfing my ass and squeezing. There’s something about this man that has me shucking my inhibitions.

“Fuck yeah.” He knifes up, taking me with him, and manages to stand up while I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“Asher!”

“Hold on. Gonna take you to bed and use my mouth on you, Lennon.” My core tightens at his words. I already know he’s a man of his word. He’s also a take-action kind of person. Lucky freaking me.

“Do I get to use my mouth on you?” I ask. The one plus side to a small house is that we’re in my bedroom in no time at all.

“Hell yeah, you can, after you sit on my face.” My back meets the mattress, and the next moment, he comes down over me, hands on either side of me, and his lips meet mine. I’m lost in the throes of feeling him all around me. His kiss is full of promises, his taste is full of desire, and his warmth is a balm to my soul.

“Please,” I plead, hands digging into his cotton shirt, scrunching it up, trying to peel it away from his body. “Take it off.” Asher leans up, ripping his shirt off with one hand behind his neck. My god, the way his muscles flex and pull leaves me doing the exact same thing. I sort of sit up, doing more of an ab curl minus the abs, and slip out of my shirt and bra, leaving me only in my shorts.

“Jesus, fuck, look at you. Goddamn, you’re a vision, Lennon, so pretty, so sweet, and so fuckin’ mine.” He hops off the bed and peels his clothes off his body. I’d do the same, except I’m too busy drooling as I watch each delicious inch of him. His thick shoulders, massive arms, thick middle with a slight muscular abdomen, and my god, it’s nice to hold on to. What I’m really losing my mind over is his dick coming into view. Long and thick, big and heavy. I can’t wait to have my hand wrapped around him, my mouth sucking him down, or the moment when he’s finally fucking his length into me. I’m going to come un-fucking-done. “I take it my woman likes what she sees,” he says, fully naked. When his big fingers slowly work his shaft, my tongue drags along my lips.

“Absolutely,” I admit.

“Be better if your clothes were off, then I’d bury my head between your thighs.” His low grumble makes my thighs clench together. It’s time I got rid of my shorts and panties. Asher’s promise of me riding his face or having his face planted between my legs has me soaring, and he’s yet to even drag his tongue along my slit. I shimmy out of my clothes before standing up in front of him, letting him get his fill much like he did me. “I don’t even know where to fuckin’ start, Lennon. You’re so damn gorgeous, so ready for me with your pretty nipples pebbled into tight tips. I can smell you and see that you’re dripping for me.” His hands cup my breasts, thumbs sweeping over my nipples.

“Oh god.” I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations rolling through me.

“Next time, I’m going to wrap my lips around these beauties. Suck and pull on them until you come from my touch alone. Not yet, though. I’ve got plans, and we’re getting down to them right now.” He lifts me up off the floor once again and trades spaces with me from where I was just lying flat on my back. He scoots us until his head is on the pillow. “Up, gorgeous, slide that pussy up my chest until you’re hovering over my mouth.”

“Okay,” I say breathlessly, starting to move upward. Asher becomes impatient. His hands slip under my legs, grabbing my ass and pulling me to where he wants me. A low moan leaves my mouth with each ridge of his abdomen hitting my center.

“Right fucking where I need you.” He blows along my heated flesh once I’m firmly seated on his face. “Hold on to the headboard, Lennon, and don’t let go.”

“Asher.” I’m barely able to get my fingers latched onto the heavy wood frame before I feel him lick me from clit to ass. Not a damn thing is off-limits when it comes to me. Exactly how I like it, too, especially when his fingers dig deeper into my flesh, cupping my cheeks before pulling me open. I’m spread fucking wide and loving every aching moment of him working me up only to slowly bring me down. It’s back and forth, hard and deep, slow and languid. I’m unable to keep from moving my hips, rocking back and forth, lowering more of my weight on his face, and Asher Fontaine dives right in. If I weigh too much, he doesn’t say jack shit. In fact, I think he enjoys it even more because he goes to town. Licking, sucking, nipping, and biting. He’s doing everything to me, and I’ve never felt a feeling quite like this. The man who I refuse to name has nothing on Asher. This man enjoys eating me out as if I’m his last meal on death row.

“I’m so close. God, I’m so close.” He redoubles his efforts. His thumb presses along my back entrance, and his tongue sinks inside my pussy, fucking it simultaneously like he would if it were his cock and fingers. How he manages to time it just right makes him seem more like a magician than a man. While he’s using his mouth, I’m working the rest of my body, grinding down on his tongue, moving backward and forward, hearing how wet I am, his deep growls each time he feels my body tense with the , and yes, I mean the impending orgasm.

“Asher, fuck. Oh, fuck me, right there,” I moan, hands dropping from the headboard to his head. My fingers grip his hair, probably ripping out a few tendrils along the way. I hold him there with my hands and press down on his mouth with my thighs. He keeps going, licking me through the entire process. He could be suffocating, and I’d never be the wiser. A long, overwhelming, and hypersensitive shiver rolls along the length of my body, and I fall to fucking pieces. I lose all sense of time, of where I am, of what I’m doing. All I know is I’ve never experienced that before. My hands drop from his hair, my head smooshes against the headboard, and I’m toast.

“Gonna want that again,” Asher says, causing me to quiver since he’s still pressed against my center.

“I’d move, but I think you killed me,” I moan, trying to blink away the lightning sparking behind my eyelids.

“You stay right where you are, Lennon. Doesn’t bother me. Might even have another taste.” His tongue flicks my clit, and I’m way too sensitive to go again right this minute.

“Nope, next time. Now, I’m going to taste you.” I move to slide down his body, like how I was dragged up it, but Asher has something else in mind.

“Got a better idea. Flip over, face down, and keep your pussy where I can play with it.” Okay, why does that make me hot as fuck?

“Yeah.” I’m still a little bit flustered, and when I go to move my leg to the other side of his head, I need help. My legs are still shaking. Asher sees my need and helps position me until I’m on all fours, my ass tipped upward, thighs slightly spread, and I’m able to do what I’ve wanted all along.

“Gonna fuck you with my fingers while you suck my cock, Lennon,” he promises.

“How is it possible that you make me want that when I just had the orgasms of all freaking orgasms?” I admit.

“That’s an easy answer. When you got what we’ve got, everything burns hotter.” Two fingers slide inside me, curling upward, and I know if I don’t get to work, I’m going to come for a second time tonight, then he won’t get his, and I’ll be damned not to give as well as receive. My hand wraps around his dick. My hair still being up in a ponytail is doing me all the favors as I wrap my lips around his mushroom-shaped tip. My eyes flutter closed, he lets out a long groan, and I swallow down as much of his length as I can.

Asher doubles down, making it a battle of who will come first, and I get to work, relishing every single moment. I’m going to work twice as hard to make him come first.