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Since the night in Mott Haven, Ricki had been staying at my place; not only because her window was still in need of repair, but I really didn’t want her out of my sight. There was something primal about it, having her in my home every day, her scent on my pillows and her stuff in my drawers. It was as though she was claiming me, making sure I knew she’d been there, even when she was at the shop.
Easton and I had reopenedSmoke and Ashes, and business was booming for us as well, with a full bar and good turnover at the tables every night. I was damn proud of what we’d created, our food and drinks menu even making appearances on a couple of local food blogs, which seriously expanded our exposure.
We were busy, for sure, but not so busy that I couldn’t sneak away and tend to my woman. I knew she was stressed; the pieces Frankie and Enzo had requested may have been small, but they were meaningful to them, and Ricki was taking the whole thing very seriously, which was clearly wearing on her.
So I was about to give her something to take her mind off things until her clients arrived.
Sinking my fingers into the flesh at her hips, I stilled her motion, earning me a distressed whine.
“Baby,” I chuckled, dropping a kiss on the end of her nose. “You didn’t think I brought you back here just to let you dry hump me again, did you?”
“I think you brought me back here to torture me.”
“You didn’t seem to mind a little torture last night,” I teased, and she snarled at me wordlessly. “How about we slow things down a little? Take our time.”
“We can take our time later, Asher,” Ricki said, pulling out of my arms. “Right now, I need to come.”
I could see her desperation, the nervous energy surfacing as a need for me that I wasn’t going to complain about one bit.
I watched as Ricki leaned forward, biting her lip as she reached for my belt. Content to let her lead for the moment, I relaxed back against the door, the dim light of the single bulb casting her in shadow as she frantically undid my jeans and tugged them down along with my boxers, releasing my cock into her eager hands.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I praised, watching as her tattooed fingers stroked me firmly a few times, the feeling of her hands on me the best thing in the fucking world. “You know how I like it. Nice and tight.”
She whimpered, my words sending a noticeable shiver through her body that had me grinning to myself.
I loved the effect I had on her, the way we were so tuned in to each other that every moment, every touch, was electric.
After a few more strokes, Ricki released me, bending at the waist and surprising me by wrapping her hot mouth around the head of my dick and sucking me back.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I hissed, my hands landing in her hair in an attempt to keep my balance.
“Asher!” she shouted, sliding my dick from her mouth and standing quickly. “Not my hair, dude. I have clients coming.”
I barked out a laugh at her priorities; personally, I loved the way her hair looked after I’d had it in my fists, but I understood why she was concerned about it right now.
“Oh, Ricki,” I said, my voice low as I hauled her against me. “If you’re worried about your hair, I’m not doing my job right.”
Without giving her time to protest, I spun her, so her back was to me, then took both her hands and placed them on the nearest shelf, holding them there with mine.
“Don’t you move, baby,” I said, before releasing her hands and pulling her skirt up over her hips. “Love your ass,” I told her before delivering a solid smack to her butt cheek, appreciating the way it jiggled softly in response.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head dropped against the shelf before her as I ran my finger under the lace of her thong and pulled it to the side. “Asher, yes.”
“You ready for me, Ricki?” I asked, rolling on the condom I had brought for this very reason; my woman hated working with wet panties. Stepping close, I notched my dick at her soaked entrance and paused, teasing her once more. “This will be hard and fast, so hold tight.”
With those words, I slammed myself inside her, pulling a deep groan from both of us and I slid home. Setting a quick pace, I thrust in over and over, the noise of our bodies slapping against each other the only sound in the room as I focused on giving my woman exactly what she needed. Keeping one hand on her hip, I moved the other up to her breasts, cupping one as it bounced and letting her peaked nipple dance in my palm before pinching it tightly.
The gasp she let out was deeply satisfying, so I gave her other breast the same treatment before moving my hand down and locating her clit.
“Come on, Betty,” I breathed, my hips pistoning back and forth as I used two fingers to circle her clit. “You gotta get there. Don’t hold back on me. You know you want it.” Ricki let out a desperate sound of agreement, and I changed my tactics, splitting my fingers and placing one on either side of her clit as I feathered my hand back and forth, strumming her sweet bud as fast as I could.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice breathy and her knuckles white where they still clutched at the shelf.
My good girl.
“I feel it, baby. You’re almost there. Give it to me.”
When she broke, it was beautiful, her head flying back as she howled her release to the ceiling. I grunted as her inner muscles clutched at me, and it was only a few seconds later that I followed her with an orgasm of my own.
