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I don’t have to tell her what I want. She can see it in my face, in the glassy lust filling my gaze as it sweeps over her, watching her fingers spread herself apart so I can see every inch of her, wet and soft and hot. It’s turning her on to tease me like this, to be so close to me and still deny me, and that ache throbs through me all over again, until my mind is a fog, and I can feel my pulse like a steady drumbeat in my veins.
As frustrated as I am, I can’t deny that there might be something to this. I’ve never been so aroused in my life, not even that first night that I was here with her. I feel like I’ve slipped into something past arousal, something past what could even be called need, staring at her in a daze as her fingers start to circle her clit. I see her back arch away from the leather of the bench, her hips sliding against it as she moves.
It makes me want things I’ve never wanted before. It makes me want to pin her down, hold her hands away from herself so her pleasure is mine instead, touch and taste her until she screams for me. I can feel myself trembling faintly with the effort not to reach for her, not to reach formyself. I see a slow smile curl her lips as she reaches for the toy next to the bench, her fingers still slowly stroking over her clit.
“Go ahead and touch yourself if you want, Finn,” she murmurs, and the words hit me like a shock, my cock throbbing with eager agreement. “Give me something to watch while I get myself off.”
God, it’s torture seeing her slide the toy between her legs, seeing the thick silicone cock parting her folds when I’d give just about anything for it to be mine instead, but that doesn’t stop me from undoing my belt with clumsy fingers, my hand feverishly wrapping around my length and starting to stroke before I even have myself fully freed, and Asha laughs, low and husky in the back of her throat.
“Slowly, Finn. You’ll be done before I am at that rate.”
There’s a teasing, sing-song note to her voice that I know is a part of all of this, beinghere. I want so badly to hear what she’s like when she’s not playing a role, when she’s not at work—if it were nothing but her and me in a bed together for the sake of pleasure and nothing more.
It doesn’t stop me from, without even really meaning to, doing as she says. I don’t knowhow, but my strokes slow, dragging over the length of my cock as I watch her push the toy inside of herself slowly, lust burning through me as I wish with everything in me that it was my cock sliding into her. I canseehow tight she is, how wet, clenching around the inflexible length, and I want to fuck her more than I want to breathe.
“You want me, don’t you?” she whispers in that low voice, as if there were any question of it, and I nod wordlessly, my hips jerking as my palm slides over the sensitive head of my cock. “What if I told you that you couldn’t come?”
“Christ, Asha, I don’t know if that’s possible.” I’m having to try my hardest not to comenow, my balls tight and almost painful every time my hand brushes against them, the veins in my cock throbbing as I slide my hand up and down in a slow rhythm that threatens to push me over the edge every time my fingers touch the swollen head. “I don’t know if Icouldstop—”
“And if I’d punish you if you didn’t?” The last word comes out breathy, the toy pushed deep inside of her, her hips rocking upwards into the thrust in a way that makes me moan with longing. I hardly even hear what she’s saying—all I can think about is the way I can see her tightening around the toy with every thrust, the way her fingers press against her clit, moving in circles that I want to memorize so I can do the same things to her myself, if I ever get the chance.
“Finn?” She says my name and my gaze flicks up to hers. I can see that she’s still so much more aware than I am, not lost in the pleasure of it all, and I want to change that. I want to see her driven so mad with desire that she forgets everything else, that she forgets how to be anything but herself, without all of the artifice.
I don’t think I’m ever going to get the chance. Under other circumstances, that might have shattered my arousal, but I’m not sure anything could right now. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.
“Fuck, Asha, I need to come.” I nearly gasp the words, my hand stuttering over my cock, squeezing in an effort to keep from coming before she does. I feel almost delirious with need, the room filled with the sounds and scent of sex, and I want to know if she tastes as good as she smells. I feel saturated in it, drenched in need; I look at her with helpless desire as her eyes lock onto mine and her thighs spread wider, hips bucking up against her fingers and the toy cock as she smiles that rich, seductive smile.
“Come with me then,” she purrs, and it feels like everything explodes around me.
I’m not sure I’ve ever come like that before—definitely not from touching myself. It feels like the orgasm ripples up from my fucking toes, a bone-deep pleasure spreading through me as my cock jerks and throbs, cum spilling onto the wooden floor as I see Asha arch and squirm, bucking against her hands, her gaze fixed first on my face and then on my cock as she comes too, her lips parted and every inch of her quivering in pleasure.
It’s both the sweetest pleasure and worst torture I’ve ever experienced. I want to be on her, around her,inher, feeling all of it, not on my knees with my hand shuddering along my aching length as I watch her come apart just within reach of me.
She’s so fucking beautiful, and I want her to be mine.
It takes a moment for the fog to clear. I hear the sound of Asha sliding the toy out of her, see the intensely erotic view of her swollen, flushed pussy around it as she slips it free. She shifts to one side, setting it on the floor, and I realize my cock is still achingly hard. I wouldn’t even be sure that I really did come if it weren’t for the evidence right in front of me.
“You can do one thing you want to me if I get to do the same to you.” The words come out before I can stop them, borne of the unending desire still pulsing through me, making me feel like I’m somehow outside of myself. I’ve never wanted anyone so much. It feels like I might die if I leave here without getting to touch her. “Quid pro quo, Asha. I’ll keep my word if you keep yours.”
She pauses halfway to sitting up, her hand clutching the side of the bench, and I can see that same liquid desire still in her wide, dark eyes. No matter how she tries to hide it, she can’t.
“What do you want to do to me?” she asks, soft and breathy, and I can hear the slow reluctance in her voice, how she’s finally lost the fight with her curiosity.
It’s a small step forward, but a step nonetheless.
My gaze slides down her body, slowly, taking in every perfect inch of creamy skin and full curves, my hands clenching with the desire to touch her. “You’ll stay right there,” I murmur. “And I’ll cuff you to that bench, and eat you out until you come as many times as I want you to. How doesthatsound?”
She swallows hard, her eyes widening, and I can see the need in her face. How long has it been since someone has pleasured her for the sake of it? How long since someone has wantedherorgasm instead of theirs?
I’m offering, and I know she wants it, even if it means giving in to something that she said she wouldn’t.
“Alright,” she says softly, and for a moment, I’m not sure I’ve heard her correctly—but then she lays back against the bench, her gaze meeting mine. “I’m all yours, Finn.”
Asha
Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that.
Isee the look on his face when I say,I’m all yours, Finn, the moment of aching, yearning longing in his eyes before his expression clears, and all I can see is raw desire.
