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"I'm fine!" I squeal, my pitch higher than normal.
Butch and Vito give me a weird look as Asher looks on with a face of innocence.
Innocent, my fucking ass.
From the back, someone calls out to Butch and Vito. They give me a cynical look, before muttering they will be back. As they step out of earshot, I glare angrily at Asher.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"What?" he asks, tapping his phone. "Is this mean?"
The Lush increases in intensity and I grip the table, trying hard to keep my face straight as it vibrates in my pussy and against my clit.
"Stop it," I whisper with a warning tone, squeezing my thighs together.
Asher leans forward, our eyes locked. "No. You brought that man to my house and waved him in my face. So now,I'mgoing to make you come. Right here in front of him."
My breath hitches as I fall silent, stunned that he took that so personally.
He continues. "I'm going to make you fall apart. Make you come so fucking hard, that it consumes you. I want to hear you moan my name in your dreams again."
I grind my teeth. "They are nightmares, Asher. And it's not you getting me off, it's a vibrator."
"Tell yourself whatever you need to, Rylee."
Asher taps the phone again, putting it at full speed as Butch and Vito appear back at the table.
"Lee," Butch says darkly. "Are you okay? You're flushed and starting to sweat."
"I'm fine," I growl, staring at Asher.
The leather clings to my legs as I rub my thighs, contrasting against the dampness forming. I'm wet, fighting a losing battle as the Lush buzzes against and inside of me. I can feel my orgasm building, and I use everything I have to fight it, desperately praying that I don't come.
I force my eyes to stay open. Asher is watching closely, his eyes darkening as he observes my body language. He has the advantage here – he knows what's going on. So, every little tensing muscle or shiver, he sees. I do my best to hide it, and as far as I can tell, Butch and Vito are none the wiser. But not Asher.
He knows.
"Yeah, tell them. Let it all out, Rylee. Don't keep it bottled in," he taunts.
I want to curse him, tell him to fuck off. But I can't. I'm dangerously close to the edge, flying towards it at speeds I can't stop.
I'm a prisoner to my body, stuck on the ride as I wait for impact. All I can do is do my best to keep Butch and Vito from noticing.
Asher reaches forward, putting his hand over the top of mine.
"It's okay, sis. Sometimes it becomes too much. Just,let it all come out."
My orgasm explodes through my body, the vibrations prolonging it as I fight through. My hand tenses under Asher's and I put my head down on the table, riding out the waves silently.
I can taste blood in my mouth from my teeth biting down on my tongue. I'm close to whimpering, the buzzing becoming sensitive on my clit when it suddenly turns off.
"Rylee, what's wrong?" asks Vito, putting his hand on my back. His voice is full of concern, but I can't bear to look at them.
"Nothing…" I say, lifting my head slowly. I avoid all three stares, reaching for my new drink that Volts put down at some point.
It burns as it slides down my throat, but I welcome the distraction. My legs are shaking, and when I finish the drink, I give Butch and Vito a reassuring smile.
"I'm all good. Could you give us a minute?"
