27. Leilani

Asher can read me like a book. I both love and hate that about him.

I’ve been eyeing him up all night, my traitorous brain ripping off his suit so I can have my way with him. No, not even ripping it off. I just want to expose one vital part of his anatomy and he can take me fully clothed, because holy shit…

Asher in a tux should be illegal.

He’s so freaking sexy. I barely managed to contain myself when he showed up at my door looking like James Bond and holding a bouquet of tropical flowers. He didn’t even go for red roses because he wanted to stand out. He wanted to show me that he actually thought about what kinds of flowers I might like. Acknowledging my Hawaiian heritage meant more to me than I can put into words.

Add that very smooth beginning to the Porsche and the fancy food and my pussy has been weeping from the get-go. After hours of conversation with this man, who is growing more intelligent and likable by the minute, I am hornier than I have ever been, which made his tempting offer impossible to resist.

“Slow down, baby,” he murmurs against my skin while his lips trail my neck.

“No, I can’t wait anymore.” I wrestle his zipper down and shove his boxers out of the way. Wrapping my fingers around his hard cock, I let out a groan, already imagining it inside me. “I’ve got to have you now.” My words are breathy and hard to understand, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

Hitching up my dress, his deft fingers pull my thong aside, and then he nudges his index finger inside me.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs between kisses.

“I want your cock, not your finger.” My voice is urgent, and I whimper with relief when he finally picks me up and holds me against the wall.

My legs wrap around his hips as he lines himself up, then parts my folds with his smooth head.

I groan again, the pleasure enough to blind me as he adjusts position and eases himself all the way inside me.

“Holy fuck,” he moans against my neck. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” I fist the back of his hair with one hand and grip his shoulder with another as he starts pumping.

It’s hot and frenetic, our moans blending into one as we get caught in this moment of pure passion.

My body is getting the release it so desperately needed, and I can barely think straight as he plunges into me again, filling me all the way with his naked dick.

Oh shit.

My eyes pop open.

His naked dick.

I blink, going stiff for a second.

He notices immediately and stops, our puffing breaths mingling together as we stare at each other.

“You okay? Do you need me to stop?” He starts pulling out of me, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders to stop him.

“You’re not wrapped,” I manage.

He gapes at me, shock coursing across his face before he winces. “Fuck. Sorry. Got caught in the moment and?—”

“No, it’s okay, just… don’t get me pregnant,” I warn him. “I will kill you if you get me pregnant.”

He goes to leave me, but I pinch his shoulders again, moving my hips and forcing him to stay.

“What are you…?” He frowns at me.

I bite my lip, unable to explain myself. A logical woman would be demanding he get out immediately, but the thought of him leaving is abhorrent. He feels so damn good right now.

He sighs. “Baby, I don’t want to get you pregnant, and I swear I’m clean, but…” His voice trails off like he can’t bring himself to a place of rationality either.

I didn’t even think about that whole clean thing and nod my appreciation. “Me too.”

We keep staring at each other, puffing the same air as we try to figure out what to do.

“I should… get a condom, right?” His voice is strangled, and he obviously can’t help but move his hips a little.

I stifle a groan as that one gentle thrust sends a wave of pleasure through me. “Do you have one?”

He lets me go enough to pat his pockets, then nods.

I nod, too, but now my impatient body is moving. My muscles are humming, my V-jay unable to control itself as I sink my hips down on his shaft.

His breath catches. “You do that a few more times and I’m gonna come before I can get that condom on.”

“The thought of you leaving me is a killer,” I finally admit.

“It’ll only be for a second.” His voice breaks over the last word as I pump my hips again and create that friction. “Fuck, woman. What you do to me.” He shakes his head, gripping my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh, a perfect pressure that gives away the effect I’m having on him.

A soft laugh whistles through me, shaking my belly as I grind my hips again and he lets out a whimper.

His breath is ragged as he lifts me a little higher, ready to exit the building, but my insane body fights him, creating a few quick thrusts of friction before he’s gasping and whipping out of me like I’ve burned him.

Grabbing his cock, he pumps it a couple times, letting out a series of strangled gasps as the orgasm takes him full force. I slide down the wall of the elevator, hitting my butt on the handrail and watching in fascination as white cream spurts from his head. It shoots onto my thigh—one, two, three bursts of pleasure—then dribbles down toward my knee.

Slapping my hand over it, I rub his juices into my skin, and he looks like he wants to take me all over again. The heat in his gaze is searing, and I drink it in, silently beckoning him toward me.

Grabbing my face, he scorches me with the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced, pressing me back against the wall before letting his hands roam. Squeezing my breasts, he then glides down my curves, tucking his hand under my knee and lifting my leg. His other hand finds a home between my thighs, and his magic touch sends sparks of pleasure firing through me. He massages my clit, starting with teasing, gentle tickles that soon become frantic circles as I bite the shoulder of his pristine suit and mewl for more.

It doesn’t take long before I’m splintering with lusty cries that vibrate my entire body. Cupping my pussy, he holds me steady while I shudder against the wall, struggling to find my breath.

“Fuck,” I softly rasp as I rest my forehead on his shoulder. “What you do to me.”

His throaty chuckle vibrates against my cheek, and I close my eyes, not even trying to fight my grin.

As my heart finds its regular beat once more, I ease away from him and look up to catch him smiling down at me.

“Well, I’ve never done that before.”

“Really?”

“Why does that surprise you?” He frowns.

“I don’t know.” I shrug, my lips curling at the corners. “You just look very James Bond tonight. It’s hard to believe you haven’t taken another girl in this elevator before.”

His gaze softens as he lightly pecks my nose. “You’re the only woman I know who can make me crazy enough to do something like this.”