Page 84 of Faking All the Way
I realize that I’ve let my eyelids flutter closed, too caught up in the sensations coursing through me. I force them open, watching in the mirror as his thick length fills me again and again. His hand roams over my hips and down my back like he can’t get enough of touching me, like he needs the contact as much as I do.
Every thrust sparks through me like electricity, lighting up nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. The angle he’s hitting is devastating, reaching something deep inside that makes my vision blur at the edges. I struggle weakly against the ribbon binding my wrists, not wanting to get free but needing to hold onto something, to anchor myself against the sensations building inside me like a storm.
Then Asher spreads my ass cheeks with both hands, one of his thumbs teasing my back entrance. Just working around the rim, gentle and exploratory. I gasp, my gaze shooting to his face in the mirror.
He’s staring down at my ass, watching his thumb circle my back hole, and the look on his face makes me almost come on the spot. There’s something reverent about his expression, like he’s worshipping at an altar.
“So fucking hot,” he says, his voice rough. “Just like every part of you.”
He doesn’t do more than tease, doesn’t push inside, but that gentle circling starts to drive me crazy—starts to make me think Iwantsomething filling me there, something I never really considered before.
The tempo between us builds, his thrusts getting faster and harder. He praises me between ragged grunts, telling me this is the best celebration, that I’m so good for him, so fucking responsive. That he loves the sounds I make, loves watching me take his cock.
The words wash over me, sinking into my skin. I can feel myself getting close, my pussy starting to flutter, my inner walls tightening with every thrust.
“I’m close!” I gasp out. “Asher, I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come so hard.”
Just as I’m racing toward the edge, so close to my climax that I can almost taste it, the sound of a car door slamming outside jerks me back to reality.
Asher and I both freeze.
Through the living room window, I can see Daniel approaching the front door with that confident stride I knowtoo well. He doesn’t look over and see us, thank fuck, but my heart stutters in my chest, adrenaline flooding my system for an entirely different reason now.
“It’s Daniel,” I whisper, panic creeping into my voice.
I expect Asher to pull out immediately, to untie me so we can scramble to make ourselves presentable. Instead, he leans over me, his chest pressed to my back, his breath hot against my ear. He’s still buried inside me, still hard as steel.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“What?” I blink. “Daniel’s right outside.”
His voice is rough and possessive when he speaks again. “You were so close. I can tell. We don’t have to stop just because he showed up. Maybe Daniel should hear the real sounds this time instead of fake ones.”
The idea shocks me but sends a reckless thrill through my body too. I bite my lip, trying to catch my breath as my mind races with the possibility.
There’s a knock on the door. Three sharp raps that make me jump even though I knew it was coming.
Asher slowly starts to ease out of me, his movements careful. “It’s your call, bright eyes. You get to decide.”
His words hang in the air between us. This is my choice. He’s giving me the power to choose, not pressuring me either way. And god, that might be the hottest thing about all of this.
Before he can pull all the way out, I find my voice. “Don’t stop.”
It comes out as barely more than a whisper, but the effect is immediate. Asher makes a satisfied, hungry sound low in his throat, driving back inside me with enough force to make me gasp. It’s so hard that a noise spills out of me even though I wasn’t trying to be loud, a high whimper that I can’t hold back.
He keeps going, setting a rhythm that’s faster and harder than before. His hand slips around to tease my clit, working itwith quick, firm circles that shoot me right back toward that peak I was almost at before Daniel showed up.
“That’s it,” he murmurs roughly. “Let him hear how good I make you feel.”
Another knock sounds at the door, louder this time. More insistent.
Asher doesn’t slow down. If anything, he speeds up, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that must be audible even outside. The thought makes my cheeks burn but also sends another rush of heat through me.
“I’m so fucking close too.” His voice is strained. “Wait for me. I want us to come together.”
He thrusts a few more times, each one hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I can feel myself right on the edge, teetering there, waiting for permission to fall.
