Page 77 of Burn With Me

“Now, now, Firebug, we don’t want to wake your nice friend, do we?” Asher asked, his voice laced with humor. “We must be quiet,” he teased, yet there was a hidden order in those four little words.

I finally bottomed out, shuddered, and gasped in a sharp breath as he filled me up. I wasn’t sure how but he was pressing right on my G-spot and every little movement was making me want to scream as I came all over him.

Lifting my head, I was inches from his face and that intimidating stare. As our eyes locked, I truly understood. The desire to let go was strong. The image of simply handing myself over to Asher to do whatever he wanted with my body and mind was like a siren’s call to my tired mind and overworked body. He wanted control, and in this intimate moment, I wanted none. The urge to toss away the reins of my life and let him have the wild horses as they ran was exactly what I wanted, even if I hadn’t recognized it in the beginning.

“Ride me, Vi. Fuck me the way that you want, and use my cock for your own pleasure. Make yourself come. I want to feel you come all over me.” Asher let me pick the pace, but once I settled into a rhythm, he helped my ass bounce up and down until the world around us melted away.

The stress of the job, the dark memories of my past, and even the fears of my future all dissolved into dust and drifted off along with my worries.

“Asher, oh fuck,” I mumbled.

The words tumbled out of my mouth on repeat as the orgasm built. A hand clamped over my mouth a second before Asher sucked one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth. I screamed as I came hard, but thankfully the sound was muffled due to his quick thinking. The waves of pleasure didn’t want to stop, and he wouldn’t let me slow down.

Asher’s hot mouth was firmly sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves while his tongue flicked over the end, driving me crazy. As my movements labored, he gripped my ass firmly and effortlessly held me up just enough to thrust into me at his own pace. I buried my face into his neck, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream as my body soared toward another release.

“You feel so fucking good, my Firebug, so damn tight,” Asher groaned out softly as he released my nipple only to move to the other one.

“Ahhh,” a small yell left my throat, and he moaned around my nipple.

Even though I couldn’t understand him, I still got the message to be quiet. Fuck, it was so hard as his cock drove up into me at a blinding pace. The world began to get fuzzy again, and I laid my head back to stare at the white ceiling, which could’ve just as easily been a blanket of stars, and let my mouth hang open in a silent scream.

“Come on, Firebug. One more time. Come for me, that’s an order. I want you to come all over my cock like the good girl you are.”

His words were magic because the release I’d been closing in on slammed into my body. As soon as Asher felt me starting to come, he let go, and I had to bite my own hand to muffle the screams as he hit every sensitive spot inside my body.

With a growl, Asher pulled me down hard into his lap and pushed up hard as he froze. His face was the picture-perfect image of desire as he came. I could feel each of his releases, and for whatever reason, I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. I loved that he wanted to come inside me.

Slumping, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight as my poor heart pounded out of control.

“Fuck, Vi, you’re amazing,” Asher said as he stroked my hair. If I’d been a cat, I would’ve purred for him.

I simply wrapped my legs around his waist when he stood and bent over. I figured he was grabbing our clothes, and honestly, I could’ve cared less one way or the other.

This was bliss, and I never wanted it to end.

Violet

The insistent chime was making me want to kill someone. Why, why, why did my phone have to be ringing before the sun was even up, yet again?

“You gonna get that?” Asher asked. “I don’t care, but if not, can we at least turn off your ringer or kill it?”

“I don’t want to move,” I mumbled into his chest. The phone stopped ringing, and I sighed until it started again. “Son of a bitch.”

Rolling away from the warmth of Asher, I grabbed the phone and stared at Mitch’s name. It would've been an understatement to say I was tempted to do Asher’s suggestion and heave it across the room.

“This had better be important,” I grumbled into the phone.

“How about the police caught your arsonist.”

That had me sitting up straight. “What?”

“The guy got sloppy at one of the scenes and left a print behind on a can of accelerant,” Mitch said, his voice filled with excitement.

Asher sat up and stared at me, and instead of trying to explain the question in his eyes, I hit the speaker button.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm,” Mitch said. “That’s all you have to say when I tell you that the police cracked the largest serial arsonist case in history? That there won’t be any more crazy long shifts or being woken up in the night for a long time…hopefully.”