And truer words had never escaped my lips before. It made me feel vulnerable and meek. My confession of how I truly felt was on display for him to judge. But he wouldn’t. That wasn’t who Asher was, and I was beginning to learn that.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Do you know why I call you little siren?”
I shook my head, his gaze piercing my eyes in return. I couldn’t remember if he had ever told me why.
“In Greek mythology, there’s a story aboutHomer’s Odyssey,where sailors were lured to an island by sirens,” he began, almost settling in for a story of his own. “The sirens were beautiful. They sang the most tempting songs that all the sailors wanted to hear; it’s a pretty famous story if you’re into that kinda thing. Anyway, the sirens were mostly dangerous, not because they pushed the men away, but because they pulled them in.”
He ran his thumb over my jawline.
“I know I’m rambling, but the point is—you’re my forbidden fruit. Being with you feels like walking toward death. But I don’t want to be away from you, even though being in this with you means some form of death, like the sirens themselves. Ultimately, your own, but for me—that means a part of me has to die along with you.”
My lungs forgot how to work. I couldn’t pull away from him, but I also felt every emotion that told me to run. Instead, my heart threw me in a different direction altogether.
I wrapped my arms around the back of his head, snaking my fingers through his short faded hair, and pulled him toward my lips. His form melted into mine. We were reckless. Two beings who longed for one another for different reasons, an oxymoron of needs.
His hands draped over my back, pulling me tightly to his body. Our lips pressed up against one another while our tongues made room. The dance of instinct managed us while something was set off inside of me.
Clothes came off in impatient movements, wet fabric hitting the floor.
A split second met us before he stepped back, admiring my naked body beneath my long sleeve. I wore no bra, and his lids drooped into addiction.
His arms lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth tended to my breast, tugging and teasing my starved nipple.
I dropped my head back in rapture. This was all I fucking needed.
Him. His body all over mine. Claiming me. Making me forget all the terrible things, rewriting my brain chemistry with memories of his perfect touch.
Before I could realize what was happening, he laid me on my kitchen island. I was wearing jogging pants, to which he tugged at my waistband, peeling them down my legs until I was bare to him.
Standing to look at my nakedness, he covered his mouth.
“Jesus, Lennon. You are the drug I can’t fucking quit.”
The moment the words fled his mouth, he dropped to his knees and dove his face toward my clit, eating me as if I were hislast supper. His tongue flicked at me, lapping up all my juices and sucking on my tight lips. I reached down to grip his head in sheer pleasure.
My nails dug into the back of his head, the parts where his hair was too short to grip onto. He groaned in pain and gratification. I allowed myself to be free, moaning for him, letting him in to know how much pleasure he brought me.
I wouldn’t be able to look my neighbours in the eyes for days…or the entire block for that matter. This felt like my last day on Earth, and I wasn’t about to filter myself. He needed to know what he meant. What he did to me.
“Asher, fuck…” I groaned in a strained whisper. “Look what you’re doing to me.”
He lifted his head just enough to watch my face while his hand replaced his mouth. Our drowsy eyes landed on one another while his hand slid over my pussy, ensuring that my pleasure was being reached. I took one gasp inwards while a smirk flickered across his perfect mouth.
“Do you like what I do to you, Lennon?” he asked, his voice possessive as he gently rubbed my wet, aching core.
I nodded, unable to get the words out.
Placing two of his fingers together, he dipped them inside of me, slowly pumping them in and out. He didn’t blink as he watched me lose control.
“Do you like when I do this to you, too, Lennon?”
“Yes,” I desperately whispered. “Fuck, yes.”
Dipping his head down, he was careful not to lose the concentration of our locked eyes. He ran his tongue over my clit while he thrusted his digits inside me faster.
“I’m going to—”
Before I could respond, my eyes almost crossed as Asher pulled his fingers out of me, then slapped my spread pink lips, shocking me to my core.
