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“I can’t.” She shakes her head, swallowing hard as she turns her face away. “We can’t do that, Finn.”
“But we can do something.” My voice is softer now, rasping with need, and Asha looks up at me. When she does, I could almost swear I see a glint of tears in her eyes, although I want to believe it’s not. I never want to see her cry.
She reaches for my other hand, bringing it up between her thighs, pressing my palm against her soft, swollen flesh so that I’m cupping her there between her legs. “Make me come, Finn,” she whispers, and at long last, the pretense is gone from her voice for just a moment. “And I’ll do the same for you.”
Her fingers are already undoing my belt, drawing my zipper down, and I let out a hiss of half-pleasure, half-pain as she slips my aching cock free, her hand wrapping around it. Her head falls back as I part her with two fingers, sliding them along her swollen clit. She’s fuckingdrenched, dripping over my hand as she starts to stroke my cock with less teasing than last night—long, slow strokes that leave me gasping every time her palm rubs over my piercing and presses against my cockhead.
“Fuck, Asha—I’m not going to last long.” I breathe out the words, feeling her hips buck into my hand, and she lets out a low, soft moan as I curl my fingers into her, slowly sliding them into her hot, tight core. It’s taking everything in me to hold back as long as I can, and feeling her tighten around my fingers, hips rocking against my hand, makes me want to come so desperately that I don’t know how long I can hang onto it.
“Neither am I,” she whispers, and that almost undoes me then and there.
There’s something intimate about the moment, her naked against the wall with my fingers buried inside of her, her hand slowly working the length of my cock as I flatten my other hand against the wall next to her head, bracing myself as we work each other towards a climax. “I’m going to come on you, Asha,” I growl, bucking into her fist again as she rubs her palm over my cockhead, and I feel my pre-cum smear over her skin. “I’m going to fucking come all over you. And I want you to drench my hand when I do.”
“You can come wherever you want.” Her voice is low, breathy, catching on the words as I feel her grind against my hand. She’s so wet and hot, like drenched velvet inside, and I want her wrapped around my cock so badly that I can’t breathe. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs, and I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but making her come, about finally getting the release that I need, and if someone told me I’d die at this moment, I’d keep standing right here until we were both finished.
Something about her has consumed me, and I can’t bring myself to care.
“Come for me, Asha. Come for me—” I curl my fingers into her, rubbing, thrusting, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit as I fuck her with a third finger added, wanting to fill her, make her feel how much better it could be with the stretch of my cock. “Come all over my fucking hand.”
Hers tightens around me, stroking faster, and she tugs me forward so that my cock is pressed against her stomach, rubbing against her with every stroke. “I’ll come when you do,” she whispers, her thumb pressed against the soft flesh beneath my tip, fingertips rolling over my piercings, fist sliding all the way down to the tight sac of my balls and back up again, and I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except thrust into her hand until finally—
The sound I make when I come is barely human. I swell and harden in her fist, somehow gasping out a warning as her hand moves faster, stroking me just the way I need it. I feel the orgasm come up from somewhere so deep inside of me that I feel the pleasure down in my bones, in my teeth, in every part of me as my cock erupts over her soft skin. I feel her press my cockhead against her stomach, and I look down to see the white streaks of my cum shooting over her belly, her breasts, dripping down to her thighs as her mouth opens on a cry of pleasure to match mine. I feel her clench down hard around my fingers, her knees nearly buckling as she comes hard, too. My hips thrust forward, rutting against her belly the way I want to thrust up into her. I have the sudden thought of coming inside of her, fucking my cum into her so deeply that she’d never get the feeling of me out of her.
My cock spasms at the thought, more cum spilling over her skin as she lets out a moan, grinding down onto my fingers as she shudders and tightens around me, whimpering with pleasure as I rub her clit, drawing it out. I never want to stop coming. I never want her to stop. I want to pick her up and fling her on the bed a few feet away from us, slide into her, and stay there.
I don’t know how this is ever going to be enough.
“Finn.” Asha breathes my name, her grip on my cock loosening, her gaze meeting mine. Her eyes are shiny, glassy with pleasure, and I want to kiss her. I want to know what every part of her mouth tastes like. I’m dying from wanting her,needingher.
And she’s right. We can’t do more than this, because if I had her like that even once,allof her, I’d never be able to let her go. I’d never be able to let anyone else touch her ever again.
I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
I stagger backward, my fingers sliding out of her, and I raise them to my mouth without thinking, licking her arousal off of my hand. Her taste and scent fill my senses, and as she lets go of me, I’m still hard. I’m not sure that I’m ever going tonotbe hard again.
Asha looks at me, her gaze flicking down to my cock, and for one moment, I think she’s not done, either. And then she lets out a soft sigh.
“I think that’s the end of the evening, Finn,” she says. Her voice sounds full of something I can’t quite pinpoint, almost full of regret, and I see her press her lips together, her eyes still shiny as she looks at me. “You should go.”
I take one last look at her standing there, marked with my cum, her skin flushed and her lips bitten, her hair tousled around her face. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, the woman I want more than anything else in the world—the only woman I know for sure I can’t have.
“You’re right.” I somehow manage to tuck myself back into my jeans, drawing up my zipper, my fingers fumbling with my belt. “I should go.”
I can’t look at her as I turn away. I can’t bear whatever expression is on her face—whether it’s acceptance or a look of regret. It doesn’t matter—if she wants me to go or if she wishes I could stay, it will hurt either way.
So I just leave.
Finn
“Something’s going on, Finn. You need to tell me what it is.”
Theo looks at me the next morning from the screen set up in my living room—the closest thingIhave to an office—his brow creased into heavy lines. “I trust you, you know that. But you’re doing something, and I think I need to have a little more information. Do I need to come back from Dublin?”
It’s not a threat—there’s genuine concern in his voice. “No.” I shake my head, running my hand through my hair. “Nothing like that. I need a little more sleep, but it’s nothing you can fix.”
“Are you sure?” Theo leans back in his leather chair, his expression concerned. “I think you’re capable of handling the Kings in my absence, Finn. But I don’t want to put more on you than you want to take on. If this is something you don’t want to be responsible for, especially with all that’s going on regarding this Kotov fellow—”
“I can manage it.” Something in me tightens apprehensively at the idea of Theo returning to take all of this off of my hands, a feeling that it somehow equates to failure, even though I know he wouldn’t look at it like that. “I—”
