Page 107 of Endless Anger
“You’re gonna come on my fingers, aren’t you?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice despite its roughness. “Gonna soak my hand and then walk out of here and go on your little date. You’ll be sitting in that auditorium or at dinner or wherever else you go tonight a sticky, needy mess all because of me, and he’ll be none the wiser.”
His lips find my ear, grazing the shell, before he takes it between histeeth, nibbling lightly. One of my hands flies off the shelf, clutching at his bicep, his shoulder, anything I can to get him closer as elation starts to rain down my spine.
My orgasm collects at the base, spreading like honey through my thighs and culminating at my pussy. I taste my pulse in my throat and cling to him like I might die if I stop.
“O-oh,” I choke out, my forehead dropping to his chin. “Asher…”
Along with the rush of a climax, panic winds beside it, trying to lace its fangs into the euphoria. Air escapes me, and I struggle for a moment to separate the two and step out of my head, to allow my release at the hands of a man who has broken me before.
Paranoia and anxiety tell me it’ll happen again, but he’s making my body feel so good that I want to ignore it.
Tears well up in my eyes. I’m so pathetic.
“Let go, pup. I’ve got you. I’m not fucking going anywhere.”
His voice is a gentle caress, so at odds with the brazen, unbothered person who’s been at this school trying to force his way back into my life.
And it’s apparently all I need to push myself over the cliff, into a spiral of oblivion that has me writhing against his hand, grinding my clit so the sensations match. I wrap my arms around his neck, my mouth opening on a silent scream as my pussy clamps down on his fingers, and drive my teeth into his shoulder.
“There we go,” he murmurs into my hair, a strain in his voice that mirrors my own desire. “Take whatever you need from me.”
I want to drink his blood. For our two beings to become one.
Instead, I bite down harder, willing his skin to break.
When I crest fully over that hill, my body deflates, the release taking tension and worry away with it.
This is the second time I’ve let him help me get off.Boundaries and lines be damned; evidently crossing them, even after almost two decades of friendship, isn’t such a big deal.
Asher’s lips skim my temple as he withdraws from me. I wince at the loss, ignoring the unease settling in the pit of my stomach.
He puts me down, albeit reluctantly, and pulls my shirt over my breasts after one last lingering look. Heat flares in his brown irises, enough to make my body tingle, as he lifts his arm and places his fingers on his tongue, sucking off the remnants of me.
My pussy throbs, my throat constricting when he gives a salacious grin.
Letting my eyes fall below his waist, I note the distinct outline of his erection, and I’m struck with the memory of rubbing myself on it and how he came from just that alone.
A tremor ripples in my voice when I speak. “Do you…I mean, I can?—”
He glances down at his crotch and then gives me a small smirk. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of myself while you’re off having fun with another man. It’ll help knowing you won’t be able to stop thinking about me, even when he’s buying you dinner or making you laugh.”
Heat simmers in my stomach. Shit. How am I supposed to concentrate with that image in my mind?
I continue staring at his lap. He steps forward, using his middle finger to tug my chin up.
“Seriously, Luce. I didn’t do that just so you could reciprocate.”
Releasing me, he moves back, and I snap myself out of the fog of arousal. With my feet now on the floor, I yank my skirt back into place, the hole he tore in my stockings making me feel a little exposed, even though my panties are still intact.
Once I’ve managed to taper my thoughts a bit, apprehension settles on my shoulders, weighing them down. Asher drags a hand through his hair, letting out a long breath, and I cross my arms over my chest to get a little distance from everything.
My toe taps of its own accord. “What changed?”
Confusion twists his features. “You mean?—”
“Between now and in that sunflower field. I… We could’ve done this then, but you rejected me. Why now?”
For a couple of seconds, he just looks at me, and I wonder if it was a stupid question. Maybe I should learn not to overthink and just live inthe moment, but the only time I’ve ever been able to shut my brain off long enough to do that is when I’m with him.
