“Fuck,” he hisses a few minutes later, his concerned gaze darting up to mine. “Quinlan is next. I bet she doesn’t even know.”
I nod, accepting my phone back before tossing it up onto the sun lounge under the umbrella.
“I’m going to stop that from happening,” I say through gritted teeth, even though I have no idea how I’m going to do that yet.
“I have no doubt,” Asher smirks, and I can’t help it, I return that smirk with my own.
Pressing close, with the height of the pool ledge, he’s in just the right position as he buries his head between my cleavage, his lips peppering kisses over my heated skin.
I can’t help but giggle as he growls, his fingers digging into my thighs, before they come up to tug the fabric of my bikini top aside, freeing my breast.
My lids flutter closed as he nips at my nipple, before sucking it into the heat of his mouth.
“Asher,” I moan, pressing my chest forward, heat already pooling between my thighs. “They’ll be back in an hour.”
Releasing my nipple with a pop, his heated whisky gaze flicks up to me.
“That’s plenty of time.”
His grin is wicked, and even if Barrett and Devon were only ten minutes away, I’d still say yes. I can’t get enough of Asher Scott, and I don’t think I ever will.
“Let’s make it quick, just in case.”
He does that gravelly growl again, peeling back the other cup of my bikini to give that breast just as much attention, his hands coming up to cup each one in that worshipping way of his.
Tipping my head back, I stare up at the crisp blue sky, not a cloud in sight as pleasure rushes over my body. This man knows exactly how to set me alight, each and every time.
“Spread these pretty thighs,” he rasps as he eases back from my breasts, his eyes falling to the thin scrap of fabric covering my bottom half.
I do as he asks, parting my legs wider, and ignoring the burn of the hot concrete edge under my legs as I give him access.
He wastes no time, diving between my legs, running his nose up the centre of the fabric and inhaling.
“Your cunt is my favourite scent.”
Shit, his words have me parting my thighs wider, and he takes that invitation, hooking his fingers in the fabric and tugging it aside to expose my pussy.
With the first flick of his tongue, I’m lost. Asher eats me so often that he knows exactly how to get me over the line quickly, or drag it out to torture me.
With one hand pressing my leg wider, he goes to town, his eyes staring up to lock with mine as I watch him devour me, and I claw my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as I match his lashing tongue with gyrating thrusts.
My moans are loud, and since there are no neighbours nearby, I let myself go, feeling freer than ever with the man I realise I’d been waiting for my whole life.
“Fuck, Ash…” I moan, biting my lip as my climax hovers just out of reach, and the moment he sucks my clit into his mouth, hard and brutal, I come apart, crying out and ignoring the flock of rosellas that burst from the nearby tree at my disturbance.
I’ve barely stopped spasming before Asher drags me into the pool with him, pushing me up against the ledge, freeing his cock from his boardies, and keeping my bikini aside as he slowly sinks in.
We both moan as he fills me, his lips hungry as we kiss, my taste on his tongue making me ravenous, and I start sucking on it, cleaning myself off.
The move has him pistoning into me, stretching me with each deep thrust, until we hear laughter from inside the house.
I stiffen as Asher breaks our kiss, my eyes going wide as he looks over my shoulder, in through the open doors of the living room.
“They’re back early,” he growls, hooking his arms around me and moving us out into the centre of the pool.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-hiss, and his lips kick up as he eyes me, holding himself inside me when I try to wriggle free.
“Trust me, Angel. We just look like we’re hugging.”
