Page 43 of Sweet Anarchy

Water falls over us as we squeeze together, making out under the stream. I reach for the soap, lathering up my hands before washing Asher's shoulders.

Asher's mouth attaches to my neck, kissing my wet skin along the nape of my throat and down to my collarbone. I tilt my head, giving him more access as I run my hand down his stomach before reaching his hips. I grip his cock, stroking him with my soaped up hands.

He groans into my neck, snaking an arm around my body before swinging me around and pushing my back against the tiles.

"I won't last long if you do that," he says, kicking my legs apart with his foot.

I gasp when his fingers find my center, stroking me gently before slipping inside. "I think you should hurry up and get inside me," I tell him.

Asher laughs, pumping his fingers in and out of me faster, making my legs shake. "Do you now? I'm quite enjoying this."

I grab his shoulders to help steady myself, my eyes closing as feelings of ecstasy roll through my body. "Fuck, Asher. I'm going to come," I moan, doing my best to stay upright as he increases his pace.

"Do it. I want you to come," he says huskily, biting my neck.

A cry tumbles out of my lips as I climax, my body dropping slightly as my legs buckle. Asher helps me stay upfront, lifting me slightly with his arm. When I come down from the high, he pulls his fingers out, popping them into his mouth and sucking them.

"That's my good tasting girl," he grins.

My chest heaves from my breaths as I watch, my stomach twisting. He's absolutely drop dead gorgeous, especially soaking wet.

I slowly lower to my knees, holding eye contact with him. His eyes flare as he watches and waits.

I grip his hard cock in my hand, stroking him a few times before I pop the tip of it in my mouth. He lets out a little hiss, encouraging me to take him further.

My lips slide down his length, tasting the water on his skin. I take him as far as I can go, pulling back as I apply suction with my mouth.

"Just like that," he groans, holding the back of my head as I lower myself again. "Take me as far as you can go."

I hum my agreement, the vibration in my throat making him jolt. Asher tips his head back, his breathing getting uneven as I start moving faster.

I continue tasting him with my tongue and lips, taking my time to torture him. When his hips start moving in urgency, I pull back, letting him fall from my mouth.

"Sorry… were you about to come?" I ask, teasing him.

Asher growls, looking down at me. "You're a fucking brat."

"I know," I smile. "What are you going to do about it?"

I see a flash of danger in his eyes before he leans down, scooping me up and bringing me to my feet. I laugh as he picks me up from the ground, carrying me on his waist. I wrap my legs around him, reaching down to grab his cock as I line it up with my eager body.

He pushes into me, holding me upright against him as he starts thrusting into me. I lock my arms around his neck, tightening my legs as I hold on while he fucks me standing up.

We're so close to each other, our hips perfectly rubbing against each other's. The friction rubs against my clit constantly as Asher spears into me.

"I bet you can't make me come like this," I breathe out, challenging him.

Asher lets out a low chuckle. "Challenge accepted," he replies, pushing into me deeper as he rocks his hips against me.

I bite my lip, rolling my body against him, chasing my high. It was stupid to challenge him, because we both know I'm going to come. It's only a matter of time. Asher knows my body so well now, probably almost better than I know myself.

Our mouths collide, tongues heatedly smashing together as we build towards the edge. We fall over it together, sounds of our release pouring into the other's mouth as we come at the same time.

Asher lowers me slowly, the feeling of his release spilling out of me and down my legs into the drain as we kiss.

We take our time in the shower, washing each other before climbing out, slipping into my bed naked. And that's where we choose to stay until there's a knock on the door an hour later.

"This pizza is surprisingly good," Chuck says, gesturing to the boxes on the coffee table.

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