Chapter 10 Asher Nash

Something Different and New

Well, I discovered what’s beneath the leaves, and let me tell you.

It’s an entire world that’s my playground for the night.

The way her body pulsed beneath my tongue is something that’s going to stick with me for a long time to come.

I’ll be thinking of it when I’m handling my solo business, if you catch my drift.

I reposition her so she’s lying across the chaise lounge, and I head over toward the pants that we abandoned on the floor across the room.

When I went to the front desk to book the room, I learned they sell condoms in the hotel gift shop. I ran and snagged a couple before I headed back inside toward my date, and I take one, roll it on, and move in behind her on the chair so I’m spooning her. I nestle my cock between her ass cheeks, and Jesus, it’s warm and welcoming right there.

She shifts back on me, and I feel like I could come just from the tiny measure of friction. I thrust my hips toward her, and she shifts back in response.

I think about moving down and fucking her from behind, but then I can’t see her beautiful face or watch her gorgeous tits as they bounce over me.

And as much as I feel the need to come, I’m not quite ready to give up this nice moment of her quiet afterglow.

Seeing her come…fuck.

I’m still not over it.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get it out of my head, the way her red hair sort of flew all around her and her face scrunched as she gripped onto my head and held it against her pussy while her legs quivered all around me.

It was hot. Real fucking hot. Maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing, and I’ve witnessed some things. One-on-ones, threesomes, orgies, strip clubs, sex clubs…you name it, I’ve probably checked it out at some point, but something about this woman right here has caught my attention in a way nobody else ever has been able to.

And it’s only been a few hours.

What a fucking terrifying realization.

I push away the terror, though, because right now, I need to come. I need to hit the release that’ll clear my thoughts. That’s all it is. I’m horny, too horny— overly horny—so I’m thinking things and feeling ways that aren’t representative of the truth.

“You okay?” I murmur.

“Mm,” she murmurs, and I take that as an affirmative answer even though it sort of sounds like she’s halfway to dreamland.

Well, it’s time to make some different kinds of dreams come true.

I shift so I’m lying on my back, and then I tug on her shoulder until she turns to face me. I take the opportunity to seat myself more toward the center of the chair, and then I urge her on top of me.

She sits up, straddling my hips, and then she reaches down, fists my cock, and slides her body down onto it.

Holy motherfucking hell.

She’s tight as fuck , and I’m going to come.

I’m not going to last three goddamn seconds in this sweet cunt that feels like it was made for me.

She claws at my chest as she gains her balance, and she starts to move slowly over me.

Our eyes meet, and something passes between us as we fuck for the first time.

Something different and new, something beautiful and dangerous.

She grabs both my hands and links her fingers through mine, and I hold my arms up to help her keep her balance as she starts to move. I watch her tits as they bounce in front of me, my mouth watering to taste them again, to suck one of them into my mouth and listen to her little moans, but I know feeling her nipple on my lips would push me even faster into my own release.

Fire rolls up my spine, and I know it’s going to happen.

I force my gaze to the window. I force myself to concentrate on something else, anything else, to try to stave off the impending climax, but it’s useless. She fills my view as she bounces up and down on my cock, her red hair swirling around her like a goddamn halo, and I’m done for.

She’s sexy, mysterious, funny, smart, and beautiful, and if only for tonight, she’s mine.

“Oh, God, Asher, you feel so good,” she moans. “So, so good.”

“This tight cunt was made for me,” I mutter. It’s too intimate a thing to say for a one-night stand, but the feelings pulsing in my chest already tell me this is far more than that. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”

“I love it, Asher. I love how your cock feels in my pussy. Fuck me harder,” she cries, and I let go of her hands and grip onto her hips at the request. I shove into her from underneath, and her tits start to bounce in earnest.

“Hold onto the armrests,” I command, and she does it, giving me the right angle to let go of her hips and still direct our movements from beneath her. I reach up and grab onto her tits, and with the way she’s bending over, I can stretch down to get one in my mouth. I grab it, and she cries out as I keep hammering into her from below her. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” I say around her breast.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God. It’s perfect. Don’t stop!”

I want to reach down to thumb her clit, but it’ll only slow us down, and she just told me not to stop. I slam into her as fast and as hard as I can, keeping her nipple between my lips, and she cries out my name over and over as her pussy starts to contract over me.

It’s fucking heaven as my balls draw up. I can’t stop it any longer, and I don’t want to. “Fuck Des!” I yell.

My body jerks as I hit my climax, and I fill the condom with my come as I continue rocking my hips against hers.

She thrashes wildly over me, her second orgasm hitting her far harder than the first did, and this wild, beautiful woman who caught my attention from the moment I saw her tonight manages to burrow her way into my thoughts and my chest in a way that tells me she’s not going to let go anytime soon.

She lifts off me, and my cock is still rock-hard despite the release. It thumps against my stomach, and she settles in beside me, laying sweetly with her head in the crook of my shoulder as we both pant to catch our breath after that pleasure-filled workout.

I lean toward her and breathe her in, and she smells like coconuts. She sort of reminds me of a mermaid—the one with the red hair and big eyes, the scent of the beach overwhelming me. I draw in a deep breath as I try to memorize everything about this moment—everything about this night.

This isn’t me, this simp who falls easily under a woman’s charms, but Des is different, and I’m not quite ready to let go.

She gets up anyway, presumably to use the restroom as girls do after sex, and she returns a few beats later. She slips into the bed naked since she really doesn’t have any other clothing choices, and I use the restroom next, disposing of the condom and cleaning myself up.

I don’t have a whole lot of clothing choices myself, so I slip into bed naked beside her. She’s already fast asleep, her breath coming in even puffs. I lean over and watch her, and she’s gorgeous even at rest. I press a soft kiss to her cheek then wrap my arms around her as sleep calls me under.