Page 127 of Endless Anger
I stare down at him, maintaining eye contact while he sucks my clit, my stomach twisting into a thousand little knots. I’m still a little groggy and sore from last night, so the dueling sensations morph with my arousal, creating a strange landscape of bursting color and light behind my eyes when I pinch them closed.
He licks me languidly, like he could spend the entire day doing so. It feels really good, but I’m still reeling a bit from yesterday and all the stuff that went down. The things we left unsaid?—
Asher pauses, pulling his head up. “You okay?”
Blinking, I give a curt nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
He doesn’t move for a moment, watching me. I shift, suddenlyfeeling extremely vulnerable with my bare pussy so close to his scrutiny.
Pursing his lips, he disentangles himself from my legs and taps my knee. “Up.”
“Huh?”
“Get up for a second.”
Confused, I slip from the bed, standing next to it completely naked. Bracing a forearm over my breasts, I cover my pussy with my free hand, waiting while Asher flips onto his back and scoots to the middle of the mattress. He props his knees up and rolls his head toward me.
“Come. Sit.”
I narrow my eyes, not liking the commands, but I go anyway, aiming to perch next to him.
His arm lashes out, stopping me. “No, not there. On my face.”
Again, I blink. My chest tightens. “What do you mean?”
“Imeanput your pretty pussy on my face, pup. Ride me and show me what makes you feel the best.”
“But it was fine?—”
“Fine isn’t good enough for me,” he says. “If you’re able to check out of the moment, I’m not doing it right. So get up here and flood my tongue yourself.”
I don’t really know what to do, but I’m more curious than nervous. I think.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I meekly place my knee on the bed, leaning over his abdomen, and plant a hand by his shoulder. The tattoo on his thigh draws my attention for a moment, and I keep my gaze on it as I swing my leg over his waist, grabbing the headboard.
My heart pounds in my mouth. His hands come to my hips, and he stares at me like I’m the most beautiful thing on the planet. Like there’s nowhere else he’d rather look.
Sliding farther back, he urges me up his stomach with pressure on my butt. I crawl the length of him, pausing when I reach his chin.
His palm cracks against my ass cheek, and I jolt forward, hovering over his mouth. “Ow!”
“Shut up and sit, Lucy.”
I clench my jaw, ignoring the innate desire to snap back at him, because now we’re in asupervulnerable position, and I don’t want to fuck anything up. The fear that he’ll ditch me if I do is very prevalent in my chest, and I’m afraid to acknowledge how deep the relationship trauma goes.
Not yet at least. Come first, ask questions later.
Lowering myself to his mouth, I peer over my shoulder at him and then face the wall when I feel his lips graze my flesh. He licks a featherlight path up my seam to my clit, squeezing me, and then forces me down more.
His tongue laps at me as I slowly begin to move my hips, testing which thrusts feel good and where I like the pressure. Dropping one hand to the mattress, I curl my body over him while leaning into the motions, swiveling my pelvis and guiding Asher’s tongue in and out of me.
Having him between my legs earlier was amazing, butthis? Being on top of him, controlling the literal air he breathes?
This isintoxicating. All the sounds he makes, little whimpers and grunts vibrating against my wet skin, his hold on my ass, riding the pace I set. I thread my fingers through his hair, grinding and meeting his heavy-lidded gaze, wondering how I could have ever lived without this.
My body tenses, my nerve endings fraying as moans spill from my lips. Asher groans, snaking an arm around my front, gliding his hand up my stomach to palm my breast. He tugs at my nipple, and I unravel, the friction from his mouth sending shock waves of pleasure radiating down my spine.
Jaw locked, my back arches as my orgasm rolls through me, pulling a sound from my esophagus that’s half elated human, half tortured animal.
