Page 75 of Burn With Me

I was just starting to relax when his hand began to explore the length of my leg. Nervousness had me shuddering as his hand slid from ankle to the button on my shorts, and with a quick twist, the button popped free. The zipper was next, and everything around me seemed to evaporate.

“Relax,” Asher mouthed and shifted lower on the couch.

Of course, the movement slid my leg up higher on his body, and the hard lump under my leg made me want to straddle his lap. Although I was sure Beck would be the first person to cheer me on, I wasn’t about to do that while she slept a few feet away. But, damn, it was tempting.

“Lift up,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

I did as he asked. My ass lifted up off the couch, and he gave my shorts a hard tug. I bit my lip to keep myself from yelping as the force had my arms giving out. I ended up in his lap and inches away from his face.

Asher didn’t just kiss me. No. It felt like he was devouring my mouth as he kissed me hard. His hand gripped the back of my neck and deepened the kiss further until I was completely breathless.

“Slide back,” he mumbled against my lips as he broke the kiss.

My head was spinning, and it had nothing to do with the two glasses of wine I had with dinner and everything to do with the intoxicating man I was sprawled across, but I pushed myself back, and my shorts slid further down my legs.

“We can just go to my room,” I whispered, and he smirked before shaking his head no.

I lifted my gaze to where Beck was still peacefully sleeping and then back to Asher. I opened my mouth to protest again, but he placed a single finger over my lips, and the words died in my throat. He shook his head and gave me a stern look.

Could I get up and walk away? Yes.

Could I insist that we go to my bedroom? Yes.

The question was, did I want to do those things? No.

The thrill of getting caught was an adrenaline shot to the arm, and my body agreed. This time, his warm hand traveled up my thigh to the narrow line of my thong. His hand moved slightly under the blanket, making me feel like I was a teen again as we tried to hide our make-out session from his parents.

I moaned as his thumb rubbed little addicting circles over my clit, but he took his thumb away and gave me a hard look. Nodding that I’d keep quiet, he started again, and I pressed my lips together hard to keep my mouth shut.

The tiny piece of useless material was moved out of the way, and my breathing was so fast that I thought I would pass out. This was not a normal reaction, or was it? I had no idea anymore. Asher stirred up an entire pile of ‘I don’t have a clue’ in my head.

Pulling up the sweater, I stuffed it into my mouth to keep myself from making any noise as he slowly slipped a finger into me. The world could’ve blown up around us, and I wouldn’t have noticed. All that existed was Asher and his demanding personality.

The actors on the television laughed loudly and then cheered about something. The sound blasted out a little louder than the rest of the movie, and Beck stirred slightly at the opposite end of the couch.

Asher froze until he was sure Beck wasn’t awake, but he flexed his finger the entire time we waited. He loved to torture me.

It was frustrating and undeniably delicious. He was able to read me better than I could’ve ever read myself, and he proved it with each rotation and slide of his fingers. Swirling and pinching, he pushed deep into me, driving me higher, but never enough to let me fall off the other side of the peak I was chasing.

As I sunk deeper into the couch, my knees splayed out far as the constricting shorts would allow. I didn’t want him to stop. Laying my head back on the arm of the couch, I enjoyed the sweet bliss of the moment rather than trying to rush for the finish line.

The rhythm Asher set got faster, and it didn’t take long before I was panting. I tried to keep the mewling noises quiet, but it was so hard. As another little sound escaped, Asher placed his hand over my mouth and tapped a finger on my lower lip. My body responded to his command without having to ask. My mouth opened enough for his finger, and I sucked on it hard as the peak inched closer. When Asher added a second finger, I lost it. The sensations were too much, and the climax hit with force.

I had to bite down gently on his finger to keep quiet. I thought he would stop, but he kept up the same slow and tease routine before ramping it up and pushing me over. Damn, he was good, and I didn’t even want to know how he became an expert.

The movie finished, and as if she’d been connected to the movie Beck’s eyes opened. Scrambling to look relaxed and tired, I leaned into Asher as my heart wildly pounded as he continued to wiggle his finger inside of me.

Such a jerk and yet I wanted to moan with the incredible pleasure. Asher laid his head back on the couch with his eyes closed and looked perfectly serene.

“You two look so cute,” Beck whispered and smiled at me.

She stood and blew me a kiss before disappearing down the hall. I was not sure cute was the word I’d use at this moment. I slumped, taking a deep breath. I looked at Asher and immediately swallowed hard.

“Stand up and take your shorts off,” he said. Asher whipped the blanket off, shedding it as easily as the sweet, sleepy persona he’d been sporting.

I stood and loved the flare of desire that was in his eyes. He stared at me like I was the sexiest woman in the world. I’d never been the type to need a man’s affection, so it felt strange to crave that kind of attention. Yet, there was no denying that I wanted that look in his eyes as much as I wanted the rest of him. All of him.

Bending over, I grabbed the shorts to unhook my foot. Hands gripped my hips, and I yelped. I hadn’t seen or heard Asher move, but he was standing behind me and pressed himself firmly against my ass.