I nodded. “Yes…please, now. I’m begging you.”
Asher froze, pulling his face away slightly, just enough for me to notice his eyes looking deep into mine. I could feel him hard beneath me, and everything inside of me ached for what was to come.
“Oh, little siren, I need you, too. I’ve needed you for so long. Let me take you home, right. Fucking. Now,” he pleaded, desire radiating thick in his voice.
I shook my head. “No. Now.”
Asher chuckled softly against my mouth, kissing my lips again and again. “Are you sure? I don’t—I don’t have any protection or anything.”
“Just fuck me right here, right now. I don’t want to have to ask again, for fuck’s sake,” I desperately pleaded.
Asher lowered me to my feet, slow and steady, his eyes never leaving mine. Fuck—he looked gorgeous. Perfect.
Before he could change his mind, I pulled off my sweater, revealing a small white tank top with no bra beneath it. Asher bit his lip, eyeing my breasts that were peaked from the arousal of this moment. I kept my eyes on his as I peeled my pants down my legs, wearing nothing beneath them as well.
Without allowing a beat to pass by, he ripped off his shirt, exposing his chiselled body to me. I reached for his fitted athletic pants, tugging them down as his cock flung upwards in surprise. He was rock hard, clearly excited for me. Eagerness washed over me, reminding me how much I needed this.
I was elated by the compliment. It was one I wanted from him, and relief followed knowing he felt the same about my body as I did about his.
Asher peered around, nervous we were naked down a back lane where anyone could walk up to us, catching us fully indecent. I didn’t care, though. I stopped caring a long time ago about what people thought, always under the impression it wouldn’t matter for long, anyway.
Before Asher could change his mind, I jumped up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly as my centre brushed up against his hardness.
Asher’s breath hitched as he held me against the wall of a sturdy building.
I leaned close to his ear, sensing he needed reassurance. “I need you…now, Asher. Please,” I whispered, my voice low and sultry.
With that, he gripped his cock, lining it up with my entrance and rocked into me softly. It was heavenly, everything and more. I needed more.
He leaned his head back, making eye contact with me, lids hooded. I nodded for him to go ahead. He pressed himself intome, my walls making room for his large member. I gasped, continuing to watch his pleasure unfold as he fully thrusted himself into me.
Asher pushed me harder up against the wall and found his rhythm. With my arms around his neck, I pulled him into me, our mouths colliding, tongues exploring one another all over as if it were the first time.
Our moans were muffled into one another while he filled and stretched me. Euphoria crashed into me, overwhelming every sense.
Reaching down in between us, his finger glided into my heat where he rubbed my clit gently. It set me off. My moans grew louder—anyone walking by would know—but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care.
“Fuck, Lennon,” he groaned with his head tipped back as he continued to rub me. I was about to unleash everything inside of me.
“Baby, I need to come,” he breathed out, staggered.
His fingers continued to graze my clit while he fucked me harder and harder. That was all it took for my body to explode. My vision blurred while I gasped for air. My fingertips tingled, subconsciously digging my nails into the back of his neck.
Asher’s hand shot out to hold onto the wall, using it for leverage to hold himself upright. My body turned rigid while I orgasmed all over him, and it wasn’t long before he came right along with me.
He jutted himself upwards while holding onto me tightly as we fell into the wall holding us up. He kissed my mouth eagerly, desperate for more. Without pulling away, he lowered me to the ground at a snail’s pace.
Once he was completely ejected from my body, a hollow ache crept over me, as if I needed him back there, filling me up onceagain. The loneliness didn’t last long—Asher knelt in front of me, picking up my discarded pants from the ground.
He lifted one leg, kissing my shins up to my knees as he guided it into the pant leg, slowly dressing me. I giggled to myself, finding the moment oddly intimate.
Then he lifted the opposite leg, pressing his lips to my knee before pulling my foot through the pant leg and standing, carefully covering my lower half.
Reaching down, he tugged up his own pants, but not before grabbing my sweater, haphazardly tossed on the ground. He inspected it, wiping off the dirt clinging to the fabric.
Stepping closer, he scrunched the sweater in his hands and whispered, “Arms up, little siren.”
A smirk lit up my face, no matter how hard I tried to withhold it. “Yes, sir,” I replied.
