Chapter 15

fifteen

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Asher

The room is dark and still, the faint glow of the digital clock casting a soft green light across the nightstand. 3:21 a.m. I stir awake, the kind of half-awareness that pulls you out of sleep slowly—until I hear her.

A soft, breathy moan escapes her lips, followed by a quiet sigh. Her body shifts against mine, warm and restless, her back pressed snugly to my chest. I blink, clearing the haze from my mind, and realize her hips are subtly rocking against me.

“Can’t sleep?” I murmur, my voice rough from sleep but laced with curiosity.

She twists slightly, enough to look back at me. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted. “No,” she whispers, her voice trembling with frustration. “I…I just can’t. I’ve been lying here for an hour, and I—” She stops, exhaling shakily. “Don’t make fun of me?”

“Of course not. Unless it’s something really hilarious.” I smirk, the beginnings of a wicked grin spreading across my face as I pull her closer, my hand resting low on her hip. “Kidding. What is it?”

“I’m just…I’m still horny after that. Is that bad? It’s like…I want to go again.”

“This was ‘whenever I wanted,’ remember?” I tease, my voice dipping lower, heavy with meaning.

“Well what about me ?”

She slides her hand between my legs and gasps softly, and for a second, I think she’s going to argue—but instead, she bites her lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Look,” she whispers, her tone half-playful, half-daring as she lets me go, “if you can’t keep up with me, maybe we’ll have to break the agreement.”

My grin widens, my fingers tightening on her hip as I roll her onto her back, my body shifting over hers. “Oh, I can keep up,” I say, my voice dark with promise. “But let’s see if you can.”

Her breath hitches, catching in her throat as her gaze locks onto mine, wide and unguarded, filled with unspoken need. The world feels still, the air between us charged and electric. She doesn’t look away, her vulnerability as raw as it is bold.

“I need it again,” she whispers, the words trembling with urgency, carrying a weight that wraps around me and pulls me in. Her voice is low, almost pleading, and it sends a jolt straight through me.

Before I can respond, her hand reaches out, tentative yet deliberate, her fingers wrapping around the base of my hard length. The contact is enough to knock the air out of my lungs, and I feel myself throb under her touch, my body responding instantly to her. She tightens her hold slightly, testing, and her lips part as she exhales shakily.

“I want you so bad.” Her voice trembles with a mix of desperation and confidence, as though saying it aloud solidifies it for both of us. Her eyes search mine, and there’s something in her expression that flips a switch in me—a quiet surrender, a bold declaration, and an unspoken challenge all at once.

The grin that spreads across my face feels wicked, but I can’t help it. She’s undone me completely, and she knows it.

“Getting addicted to me already?” I murmur, my voice low and teasing as I lean closer, brushing my lips along her jaw, savoring the way her breath hitches. My hand slides over hers, guiding her movements in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has my blood racing.

She lets out a shaky laugh, her voice breathless but teasing. “Maybe I just want to make sure I get my money’s worth from this agreement.”

My lips find hers, capturing the words before she can say anything else, and she melts into me, her fingers tightening around me, sending a jolt of pleasure through every nerve. I shift my weight, rolling her beneath me in one fluid motion, savoring the way her body molds to mine, soft and warm and perfect.

Her hands roam over my back, nails dragging lightly as I trail kisses down her neck, her skin hot under my lips. Her hips arch into mine, and I groan, barely holding myself back.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” I tease, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “I told you I don’t do anything halfway.”

She bites her lip, her eyes dark with desire as she looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. “I can handle you,” she whispers, a daring edge to her voice.

I chuckle low in my throat, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as I slide my hand down her side, mapping every curve. “We’ll see about that.”

When I finally press inside, she gasps, her head tipping back as her fingers clutch at my shoulders. I pause, letting her adjust, and the look she gives me—a mix of wonder and overwhelming heat—nearly undoes me.

“Biggest,” she murmurs, her voice faint but teasing, her smile catching me off guard even as her body moves instinctively against mine. “You’re definitely the biggest I’ve ever had.”

The words fuel me, and I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. “Good to know I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” I say, my tone playful but laced with possession.

Her laughter turns into a soft moan as I start to move, slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction, every sound she makes. Sloane’s body responds to mine like we’ve done this a hundred times, and the way she clings to me, her nails dragging along my back, drives me wild, spurring me on to fuck her even harder.

Her breath hitches, and she arches beneath me, her hips meeting mine in a way that sets my blood on fire. The look she gives me—half daring, half undone—has me shifting, rolling us onto our sides. My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as she takes control, her rhythm matching the intensity building between us.

The angle sends a jolt through both of us, and she gasps, her head tipping back. I take the opportunity to press my lips to the curve of her throat, savoring the way her pulse races against my tongue. “You’re getting good at taking me,” I murmur against her skin, my voice thick with awe and hunger.

Her hands slide down to my shoulders, her fingers curling into my muscles as she leans forward, her chest brushing against mine. She’s mesmerizing, every movement, every soft sound spilling from her lips pulling me deeper under her spell.

“Turn over, baby,” I say, my voice a low growl that surprises even me. Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise mingling with excitement as she complies, rolling onto her stomach. I press a hand to the small of her back, sliding it down to her hip as I move behind her.

The alone view is enough to make me lose my mind, but I take a moment to steady myself, trailing kisses down the length of her spine before I grip her hips. Her skin is so smooth and her ass is so perfect. I push in a few inches, then more, easing inside her until I bottom out.

“Oh, Asher,” she says in this absolutely sexy, throaty feminine growl. “So full.”

I start up slow, letting us find that perfect rhythm together. Her moans grow louder, less restrained, and the way she moves against me has me teetering on the edge of control.

She glances back at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a gasp.

“Harder,” she whispers, her voice trembling, raw with need. “I’m coming again. Jesus. I didn’t know I could cum so fast…”

I push her head down into the mattress, and let my upper body fall toward on top of her back, whispering in her ear.

“You feel so good, baby. You have a perfect pussy. No one takes me like you. You cum so good for me…”

“Mmmm,” she moans. “I’m yours.”

“Any time I need it,” I say with a wicked grin.

“Yes,” she answers, her voice ragged.

I grip her tighter, my movements becoming more deliberate as the tension between us coils tighter and tighter. I spank one cheek and then the other and she cries out, her body trembling. I shift again, pulling her up against me as I press her back to my chest and rock deeper. My arms wrap around her, holding her close as we move together, completely in sync.

She whispers my name like it’s a prayer, her breath warm against my ear, and I know there’s no going back. The rhythm between us builds, and it’s all-consuming, a perfect blend of teasing, passion, and unrelenting connection that leaves us both breathless.

When she finally cries out again, her body shaking against mine, it’s like she’s completely undone. I feel how she grips me and move in response, and her right leg shakes uncontrollably. The feral sound she makes sends teetering on the edge of my own release.

“Coming,” she whimpers.

My hold on her tightens as I bury myself deeper, the release rushing through me in waves, searing into my memory as I pump my release into her.

As we collapse together, tangled and spent in the wee hours of the night, she lets out a soft laugh, her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine.

“Okay,” she murmurs, her voice shaky but satisfied. “I might be a little addicted. Just a little, though.”

I grin, brushing a kiss across her temple, my hand lazily trailing along her side. “Told you.”

“I might have to wake you up again in the middle of the night though, if this is how it’s going to be,” she jokes, her lips curving into a mischievous smile as her fingers trace absent patterns on my chest.

I chuckle, the sound low and content. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice still laced with a teasing edge. “You’re the one who started this, remember?”

She arches an eyebrow, her playful smirk returning. “And I don’t regret it one bit.”