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She curled and uncurled her nails in his flesh, and Asher grew bolder, moved his hand lower until he got to the hem of her shirt and slipped his hand beneath it. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers, she gasped, and he groaned. She was soft everywhere, and even though he wanted her thicker, needed her to put on weight, he couldn’t deny that she was still undeniably gorgeous.
“God, Sparrow, I could devour you right now until there isn’t anything left.” She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Over and over, he pulled at her nipple, growing harder by the second when she shifted on his lap so she was now straddling him.
The jeans she wore needed to fucking go, but he didn’t want to rush her into something that she wasn’t ready for. Everything among the three of them was moving fast, but fuck, the world itself was moving fast too.
“Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind he felt down to his bones and wanted more of. He cupped her other breast with his hand right over her shirt. Squeezing the mounds until she was rocking back and forth on his erection, mewling soft noises until he thought he’d come right in his jeans, it took every ounce of strength Asher had not to tear open her pants and push deep inside her. “I need more. I need it all from you, and from Mason.” He was already near his breaking point, but when she mentioned needing Mason, he lost his control. Moving his hands so he could cup her ass, he stood with her in his arms but didn’t break the kiss. For a suspended moment, all he did was hold her while he fucked her mouth.
“Christ, Sparrow, I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside you.” She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face.
“I am so wet right now.” She licked her lips, ones that were red and swollen from his kiss. “I want you inside me, Asher.” And then he was done, just fucking done, because he had to have her right now.
Chapter Thirteen
It was like an animal had been unleashed from Asher after she spoke. He pressed her against the wall at the same time he moved his hand between their bodies and started undoing her pants. Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt pretty damn right. The only thing that didn’t feel right was that Mason was upstairs mending. Of course both of them told her they wanted her, for more than just another body on their journey, and that was what Sparrow wanted too.
He kissed her again and again, harder and faster than before, and she knew there was no stopping this. But Sparrow didn’t want to, and knew that if she didn’t have Asher inside her, and Mason when the time was right, this building pressure inside her would be too much for her to contain. Thank God she had cleaned up and shaved. She had even put on a little bit of the perfume she found back at the supermarket, not expecting this situation to happen—especially so soon—but wanting to feel like a woman again.
He groaned against her neck when he got the button undone and her zipper down. He only set her on her feet long enough to push her pants and underwear down and help her get one of her legs out of the constricting denim. He had his hands on her bare ass and his mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her.
Winter was over with, but the chill of spring in the air had the cabin an icy temperature, and goose bumps popped out along her flesh. He had her in his arms only seconds later, and a whoosh of air left her at the feeling of being pressed against him. He shuffled around with her in his arms, and the sound of the contents of his bag tumbling out and onto the floor when he kicked it seemed so unbelievably loud, but that didn’t take away from the heat that surrounded them or the fact that she wasn’t above begging him for what she wanted.
“I want you so fucking badly, Sparrow,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Quit talking. Please.” She emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this, that I’m not rushing you or being too forceful.” He had her back against the wall once again and, despite his previous words, was working his button and zipper down on his jeans. To be honest, Sparrow wouldn’t have minded he be a little more forceful, possibly some hair pulling or spanking. But right now, she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her, and helping her forget about everything else.
Gauging by the feel of the erection he sported, the one that dug into her belly, Asher wasn’t a small man by any means, and that thought had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Sparrow wanted to feel him stretching her inner walls as he pushed that huge dick into her, wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe or wrap her head around it.
“God, Ash, I am so ready for this, for you.” He pulled his cock out, and she breathed out when he pressed it to her cleft.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me. The only thing missing is—”
“Mason.” She finished his sentence, and he looked at her with heated surprise. She felt his dick throb between her legs, felt her slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stare for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together and grabbed at each other. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of the three of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut, straining as three became one.
Was it wrong to want to see Asher and Mason pressed together, sliding into each other like she was sure was about to happen right now? Was it dirty for her to want to be a part of that, touching all of their hardness as their erections moved together, their mouths became one, and their strength poured out of them and surrounded her? Sparrow became wetter by the second as those pictures slammed into her head over and over again and as the scent and feel of Asher filled her body.
Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was him shoved so deep inside her nothing else mattered, Sparrow reached down, grabbed his impressive length, and angled it at the entrance of her pussy. For a moment, time seemed to still. There was no sickness that destroyed the world. There wasn’t insanity, killing, or maiming. Right now, all there was in the universe was her and Asher and this very moment.
He held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sparrow shifted in his arms, causing his dick to slide in another inch. That had Asher snapping his mouth shut and closing his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like her body was on autopilot.
She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Ash, and you’re not even all the way in.”
He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You’re so fucking tight, Sparrow. God, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move, he was buried fully inside her. She slammed her head against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like he was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness of it all, but then it slammed into her as hard as if a sledgehammer was thrown against her skull. Sparrow snapped her eyes open, watched the play of ecstasy cover Asher’s face, and tried not to let the pleasure take her under once more.
“Ash.” He pulled out, and the head of his cock brushed along some hidden sensitivity inside her. An involuntary shiver worked through her. “We have to stop.” She tried to push him away, but whatever he was rubbing up against inside her had a moan leaving her and her eyes rolling back in her head.
“Sparrow, Christ, Sparrow it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her in and out, and she knew she had to stop.
“Wait, we don’t have a condom.” It had taken all her strength to say those words. He stopped immediately, cursed something fierce under his breath, and leaned down to kiss her.
“Sorry, fuck, that was a stupid move.” He kissed her once, twice, and shifted so he could bend down to grab his pants that were around his ankles. He fished out a condom from his pocket, all the while still fully inside her body, and held it up in front of her. “Found a couple boxes a few towns back and a whole lot more at McMillian’s.” The half smile he gave her was sexy and adorable, but right now, she just wanted him to get the damn thing on so they could finish this.
In a move that was surprisingly fast, Asher had her on her feet, the condom on, and her back in his arms with his cock buried deep inside her in a matter of seconds. Another image that came to mind was the fact that Asher and Mason used those condoms... with each other.
“God, Sparrow. I swear you got wetter in just that short amount of time I wasn’t buried balls-deep inside you.”
Right. She wasn’t about to explain why she had gotten wetter, because feeling him so far inside her that there was no part of her body he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words from her. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter. Asher started moving in and out of her, and the sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting.
