23. Lennie

23

LENNIE

“ C lothes off,” Asher states in a dominating tone, except I know it’s really a deep-seated need. He’s been cleared to go back to work and for the activities I’ve been holding back on him. Asher talked a big game the other day, placing a bet, but when our friends and family left, he took a nap. The next day, much to Luke’s chagrin, I went back to work. Asher’s mom said she’d sit with him, and she did. Mary-Ann also cleaned the house up, not that there was a lot to do. She’s a lot like her son and can’t sit still to save her life. Mary-Ann also baked a big batch of cookies, plus dinner, which consisted of homemade bread, chicken Alfredo, and a huge salad. A godsend is what she is while also taking care of the big grumpy bear.

“Someone is impatient,” I toss over my shoulder. We’re walking in from his appointment, and apparently, he’s done waiting. I start stripping out of my clothes, staying where I am in the middle of the living room while I watch Asher do the same. Except he lost his clothes at a much more rapid pace. I’ve got my shirt and bottoms off compared to his completely naked body. He walks through the house without a care in the world, hand on his cock, slowly sliding his fist up and down.

“Not been inside of you in two days. Promises were made, and I’m taking what we both want now.” He takes a seat on the couch, opens the drawer nearest him, and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid. My insides turn to mush, thinking about how we’ve been leading up to this moment.

“Yeah,” I breathe, unclasping the hook to my bra, dropping it to the ground, and peeling my panties off. Asher sits back and spreads his legs, tapping his thigh.

“Come here, gorgeous.” My feet guide me toward him, and when I start to climb on top of Asher to straddle his laps, he says, “Nope, turn around. Got a surprise for you.” His hands meet my hips, helping me spin, and that’s when I see it. One time, I mentioned I wanted a mirror, one freaking time. Every time I so much as mention something, he makes it his mission to give it to me. I’m going to have to somehow manage to do the same in return.

“Oh, fuck me.” I see the view of his hands on my naked hips, watch the desire unfold all over my face and body.

“I’m about to do that. Sit down, Lennon.” He guides me backwards, one hand staying on my hip, the other engulfing his length, and I get to watch the entire thing unfold.

“I think the mirror needs to stay here, and we get one more for the bedroom,” I suggest. Asher groans when the lips of my pussy flare around his thick head. After the first night, I adjusted to him. It wasn’t without soreness. Muscles I hadn’t used in a long-as-hell time needed stretching, and Asher made sure he’s the man to do it.

“That’ll happen. Thinking floor length, wide as fuck, and where we can see each other every way we turn,” he says. I fall back, and Asher cushions me while allowing me to sink further down on his dick.

“Yes, please.” It’d be hot as fuck, and we’d both enjoy it.

“Ride me, Lennon. Show me how badly you want my dick inside you.” It comes out more like a demand, but I like it regardless. Who am I kidding? I love everything about this man.

“Asher,” I moan. My feet are already planted between his legs. My hands tighten on his firm thighs, and I get to work. I bounce up and down, feeling him touch me everywhere. One of his hands is on my shoulder, helping steady me with the pace I’ve set. The other is gripping the cheek of my ass and spreading me wide.

“Want my dick in your ass, Lennon. You going to let me take it?” I nod my response, too busy letting the sensation of his cock hitting me deeper than ever wash through me. Which is saying something because he’s hit me pretty damn deep, more than likely hitting my cervix at one point. Yet this time, it’s different. I’m the one in charge, and he’s letting me do all of the work.

“Yes, I can’t wait to feel what it’s like.” His fingers and my toys have been used back there, and the sensation is unlike any pleasure I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck yeah.” I lose his hand on my shoulder, hear the flip of the cap, and then there’s a warm drizzle sliding between the cheeks of my ass. My eyes shutter. I’m well aware about what’s about to happen. He may be letting me have my way, riding him as hard and fast as I can, but I know the minute he starts working my ass, he’ll be taking over completely.

“Hmmm,” I exhale. His fingers press at my forbidden entrance. I bend over so he has more room to work and feel him slide one thick finger inside. He pulls in and out while I keep sliding up and down, my core clenching down, as does my ass.

“My woman likes that. Ready for a second?” My head bops in answer. I’m too enraptured by what I’m doing. The slight burn of my muscles starts to slow me down at the same time he gives me what my body asks for. “Goddamn, you’re close already. Not gonna let you come, Lennon, not until I’ve got my cock buried inside your ass.” He scissors his fingers, pushing me to my limits. An absolute necessity considering the circumference of his head. The man is packing in the dick department, there’s no doubt about it.

“Hurry, please hurry,” I beg.

“Lean over, grab the coffee table with both hands.” Asher stands us up, and my head tips upward, looking at our reflection. We’re a mess of sweat, desire, and the realization is heady, especially with the view I’m greeted with. Asher’s muscles are pulled taught, his jaw is clenched, and he’s fucking me while slicking his fingers with more lube.

“Asher.” I bear down on his length as he pulls out of my pussy. I watch as wetness coats him, the inside of my thighs, and who else knows what.

“Start fucking your fingers, Lennon. I’d like to say I’d do it for you, but I’m going to be concentrating on not coming as soon as I’m planted inside your hot ass.” The mirror shows me how much he’s wavering with himself; he’s worried about hurting me. But I know down to the tips of my toes he’d never do the unthinkable. He’s proven it every step of the way.

“Okay.” I take one hand away from the coffee table, our eyes lock, and he’s at a war withing himself yet again. He watches as I first squeeze my breasts, pinching each nipple, my eyes fluttering with need, and that’s when I feel him. The head of his cock is at my ass slick with lubricant, slightly nudging at it, allowing me to adjust to feeling where he’ll be in a moment. “Asher,” I whimper, looking at him while sliding my hand down my abdomen until the tips of my finger strum my clit. His hand is around his cock, the other is on my hip, his grip tightening, like I’m his anchor.

“Keep working that pretty pussy, Lennon.” His head presses in. There’s a slight burning sensation, nothing that’s painful. In fact, it feels downright amazing. I slip two fingers inside myself, the palm of my hand helping me work my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp when he slides in another inch. His head is inside me, and he stops any and all movement on his side, allowing me to adjust.

“Let me know when you’re ready for more.” He grits his teeth. I know he needs more because I do, too.

“Move, god, please move.” He adds more lube to his length at a lightning pace, and then he’s got both hands on my sides. He widens his stance, and then he starts to fuck my ass as I fuck my fingers.

“Goddamn, never felt anything as amazing as you, gorgeous. You’re mine, I’m yours, and fuck anyone who tries to come between us.” He’s talking his way through each punch of his hips, showing me and telling me everything I already know.

“I love this, and I love you, Asher. Always.” My pussy pulses around my fingers, my ass doing similar things to his cock, and I can tell it does something to him. He stutters in his thrusts for barely a moment before he’s back at it. I’m not sure who likes this more, him or me. I’d like to say it’s me, but judging by the way his eyes are closed, his head is tossed back, and a deep gravelly groan leaves his lips, it just might be him.

“Son of a bitch. I love you, Lennon, never doubt that,” he growls. My world goes topsy turvy, and my head meets my hand on the coffee table, unable to hold my body weight up completely. Asher realizes what’s happening and dips his hips, then realization hits me. I’m going to come with him fucking my ass. It’s hot, it’s forbidden, and we will most definitely be doing this again.

“Asher!” I come on a long sob. My fingers quit moving. No longer are they fluttering back and forth. They stay planted inside me while Asher keeps moving until he finds his own release. Another shock zings through me as each thick and heavy spurt is released inside.

“Lennon.” My name is spoken in a soft tone. He holds us steady, his lips meeting my spine, licking the sweat and causing my skin to pebble with goose bumps.

“Remember when I rode your face and I couldn’t move?” I ask.

“Yeah, like it was yesterday. Been a minute. Gonna have to rectify that soon,” he mutters against my heated skin.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week.” I slowly pull my fingers out of myself, needing them as an anchor of sorts on the back of his firm thigh.

“It’s a good thing I can carry you, then. Ready for a shower, gorgeous?”

“Yeah, but I think my pussy and ass are out of commission until further notice.” I remind him of how thoroughly he worked my body.

“No problem. Gives me time to wrap my lips around your nipples.” He’s trying to kill me. Death by orgasm is what he’s going to do to me.

“After a nap,” he chuckles, then slowly pulls out and helps me up.

“Yeah, after a nap. Whatever my woman wants, she’ll get.” Asher’s face comes into view, and my arms wrap around his shoulders. There’s a softness in his green eyes, one I’ve seen before. Asher is so pleased with himself, he’s wearing a cat-got-the-canary look.

“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I tease.

“Hell yeah. Come on. Let’s go shower then climb in bed.” He carries me when he probably shouldn’t. My legs hanging down, my ass full of his cum, and my body completely and thoroughly worn out.

“Okay.” I plant my face in his chest, letting him take care of me, like he always does and like he always will.