Page 49 of Worth the Scandal
Ted’s truck is gone. Shell’s car is missing. The lights in themain house are off.
“Where’s your room?” Asher asks, scanning the street like he’s about to break a curfew, or the hedges have eyes.
“I live in the granny flat next to the pool, we call it the pool house,” I whisper, I don’t know why I’m whispering no one is home but he whispered so I’m whispering too. “Which is why we’re sneaking.” I also don’t know why we are sneaking, feels more fun. I’m going to blame the cheap bubbles in my blood stream and besides, it’s feels more in the moment like this, spontaneous.
He smirks. “You know this feels so high school.”
“Live. A. Little.” I pronounce each word slowly poking him with my index finger straight into his broad chest.
The door to my decked out 3-bedroom 2-bathroom, barely a granny flat more just a house creaks open. I’m creeping through the threshold like I don’t know what’s waiting on the other side, I’ve really gotten into character with this whole tipsy charade.
Asher has, fortunately (yep, definitely fortunately) taken on my live a little motto because—
finally, we’re inside.
And we’re not talking.
But we’re kissing.
Fuck, we’re kissing.
It’s slow it’s sensual, the way his tongue grazing along my bottom lip finds solace in between my teeth, wrapped around my own tongue nipping, exploring every inch of his mouth. He etches his tongue in and out and sucks softly on my lip.
I pull away looking into his eyes crisp blue, comforting, yet cold, eyes that hide secrets which I now know even if I’m choosing to believe him for the time being. Eyes that could consume you, who am I fucking kidding eyes thathaveconsumed me. They’re an ocean, still water even, which is much worse and I’m drowning. He whispers, “are you sure?” His eyeswhisper it too, searching my features like he’s trying to read my mind again. Those eyes, those blue eyes have burned deep through the fires I’d lit and walls I’d built to keep men like Asher Kingston out. He stares into my soul “darling?” And if I stare back long enough, I could see his pain, his happiness, his soul too. “Yes, I’m sure Ash.” His blue eyes piercing into me again as he cups my face in his hand, the way he looks at me, sees me—that alone is so worth the backlash.
There are two things I know Asher does very well football and sex. Not in that order, sex is first, obviously—for me anyway.
His hands rough, but delicate—roam my entire body, they grip and caress me like they belong to me. His fingertips lift up under my shirt delicately skating across my skin and causing goosebumps to erupt, our clothes are half-removed before we even make it to the bed, I’ve never slipped off my underwear so fast in my life. He is everywhere exploring, remembering, worshipping. And my hands? Mine are gripping his shirt, my fingers grasping the cotton turning my knuckles white—I need him—dragging him closer, keeping our mouths pressed against one and other gasping, like I’ll die if we separate now. This isn’t like the quickie in the sheds, this is different, I can’t put my finger on it, but it feels more real. Like something has shifted.
“You sure?” he whispers against my jaw again, allowing half a second to breathe.
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes, don’t ask me again.”
It’s not fast. It’s not messy. Our desperation to touch has turned into something more. Something less primal and more savouring.
It’s slow. Deep. Familiar. Like we’ve done this before.We have done this before.Like we belong here, together.
Asher’s lips graze down the side of my neck—his tongue flicking out and darting across my sensitive skin—my bodyreacts and contorts with goosebumps once again filling my bare skin. The burning between my thighs grows with every subtle touch and tease my whole body yearns for this man even more.
I can’t take it, pulling his mouth back to mine I wiggle in place edging him forward to the ache and longing at the top of my thighs. He can feel my need, the same way I can feel his. It’s a heat radiating between us. I slide my hand slowly down his god carved body feeling the muscles I so often admire from afar. My hand reaches its destination and slowly I stroke him back and forth toward me, squeezing the sensitive spot on the top of his shaft where a pearl of precum sits. I position his tip so it’s stroking just along my centre and teasing my clit—I am dripping wet with anticipation, squeezing my thighs together at the feeling of the way he’s rubbing against me, and his hand has joined mine helping me use him this way. Now it’s his turn to react he lets out a soft “fuck” and a sound I wish I could play on repeat, the sexiest moan, a whimper. He’s losing the foreplay battle. He pulls back and his long, thick fingers slide inside me, his thumb circling my centre as he slides two fingers slowly in and out, filling me up. The combination is making me crazy as I grind against his hand wanting more.
“Please, fuck me Ash, I can’t take this” I beg breathless and burning, giving in first. He was waiting for me to beg.
In a swift movement his fingers are replaced by the thickness of his tip edging inside me, slowly opening me up.
It’s euphoric, it’s everything I have needed so badly these past few days. Everything up until this point has been a gateway drug, a gateway drug to this version of Asher—sensual, slow, and sexy.
With a strong thrust Asher Kingston is inside me, my mouth parts further and I release a soft moan, we are moving, grinding and breathless as one.
My fingers are frantic scratching at his back as his hands cup my face to kiss me again, but he’s too in the moment his lips linger just above mine mouths open breathing the same air back and forth. He’s hitting a sweet spot, and my legs contort and lock around his waist pulling him even closer grinding into him growing more and more desperate.Right there don’t stop.
Together we lock eyes, and he whispers through gritted teeth “I’m going to come baby, are you—“
“—yes, I’m on the pill. Just do it.”
And with that confirmation Asher fills inside me as the hot rush releases and he moans. I moan with him losing myself against his bare sweaty chest.
Asher and I have just had sex. Mind boggling sensual, soft. Come at the same time sex.
