Page 16 of Fatal Vengeance

"Right, sorry. You're an angel the other ten. How could I forget?" I drawl dryly, and Asher licks his lips and holds my gaze for a second. My heart starts racing when he inches closer, his eyes becoming hooded.

"Should I remind you of how good I can be?" he murmurs, his voice suddenly deep with heat.

I swallow, all teasing gone as I nod and try hard not to beg. Asher gets off the couch and settles on his knees between my spread thighs, biting his lip as he reaches for my jeans and quickly undoes the button and zipper. He holds my eye while he pulls my cock out, which is already achingly hard for him, and when he grins sexily and takes me into his mouth, I nearly come on the spot.

Jesus fucking Christ, it's been too long since we've been like this. After years of crushing on him and waiting, thinking I'd never have my best friend the way I truly wanted him, I feel like I'm an addict now. I need Asher every damn day, even in the midst of this fucking war we're caught in.

And my god, does he deliver.

Asher closes his eyes and hums like he loves the taste of me in his mouth. He wraps his hand around the base and strokes languidly, his hot mouth working over my tip while he sucks. It's sinful. He has no business being so sexy. I groan quietly, trying to be careful not to alert Genevieve. She might actually murder us in cold blood if she knew what was going down on her couch right now.

At that thought, a cold bucket of water crashes over my head, and I tap Asher's arm until he pops off my dick and looks up at me. He opens his mouth, but I quickly say, "Come shower with me." The shower is better. No mess left behind on furniture, so nothing for Genevieve to get mad over.

He grins like a heathen, rising to his feet and offering me his hand. I take it and Asher pulls me up off the couch, kissing me and dominating me, before breaking off and heading down the hall. I follow him, because duh.

When we get into the bathroom, Asher closes and locks the door behind us while I pull my shirt off. He comes over to me, planting his lips on mine, but before I can even kiss him back, he's gone, trailing his mouth down my jaw, my neck, my chest, and then he sucks my nipple into his mouth while he shoves my pants and boxers down.

"Fuck, Asher," I rasp, stepping out of my clothes. "I want you to fuck me," I tell him while I go start the shower. When I turn back around, he's naked and fucking too hot for words. My mouth dries up at the sight of his cock, heavy and bobbing between his legs as he stalks closer to me.

Good fucking god, I'm not going to survive.

I back up into the shower and he follows me in, his eyes drinking in every inch of my body. "You want me to fuck you?" he confirms as he backs me up against the wall and smooths his hands down my abs.

I nod, unable to speak.

"Want me to stretch your ass and fill you up? Mark you as mine?" he breathes as he curls his hand around my dick and starts stroking it, the water cascading over us, allowing his hand to glide easily.

"Fuck," I hiss, reaching down to grab his cock too, needing the weight of it in my hand. "Yes, I want that. I fucking need it."

Asher's pupils are blown wide, his lips parted while we stroke each other, and he thrusts into my hand with a groan. “I don’t have lube,” he says breathlessly. "Maybe we shouldn't—"

“I don’t care,” I rasp, stroking his hard cock and swirling my thumb over the precum there. Fuck, I want to taste him, swallow him down, and hear him groan as he comes down my throat. But I want him to fuck me more. “I need you inside me. Use the body wash, shampoo, use your fucking spit, Asher, just fuck me however you can. I'm desperate for you.”

It’s reckless and stupid, and not totally unlike our first time together, but right now, I just do not care.

He pulls back and looks at me, asking, "Are you sure?"

"Fucking positive," I confirm. Asher grunts as I squeeze the head of his cock a little, his hips jerking closer like he’s chasing the friction. He nods and bites his lip, his hands gliding and stroking all over my chest and abs and then around to my ass to pull me closer.

He kisses me hard, his hand still pumping over my cock, and just when I think I might come before we've even started fucking, Asher steps back and grins at me. "Turn around, put your hands on the wall."

My chest is rising and falling with each heavy breath as I do as I'm told, turning to face the tiled shower wall and planting my palms against it. A moment later, Asher drops to his knees behind me and spreads my cheeks, wasting no fucking time before he buries his face between them. My head drops forward, a shocked, bliss-fueled gasp spilling from me as he pushes his tongue inside me.

"God, fuck," I mumble, barely able to form coherent thought. I've never done this, never had anyone's tongue down there, and it's almost too much. When Asher swirls his tongue around my opening and then plunges it inside me and reaches between my legs to grab my dick at the same time, stroking it in sync with his assault on my asshole, I think I fucking black out.

He pulls back and bites my cheek until I hiss in perfect pain. "You like it, don't you? Filthy fucking boy," he purrs as he skims a finger down my crack and then slowly pushes it inside me. I can't even answer him, but he doesn't seem to mind. Asher works me over with one finger for a few minutes, pushing in and curling in a way that sets my sight blurry, and then he works a second finger in me, and before long, a third, until I'm stretched out and aching for the real thing.

"Please, Asher, no more. Don't tease me," I grit out, peering at him over my shoulder. God, what a fucking sight he makes, kneeling behind me like that.

He licks his lips as he watches his fingers disappear inside me, and then slowly drags his gaze up to meet mine. He rises to his feet, keeping his fingers deep in me as he moves, and then steps in closer and says, "I know, baby. I need you too. No more waiting. Hand me that bottle." He nods toward the niche in the wall beside me, and I quickly grab the first bottle my eyes land on. It's body wash, and he takes it with a soft, "Good boy. You ready for me?"

I nod and spread my legs a little wider, so fucking desperate to finally feel him inside me. Asher pulls his fingers from me and then squirts some soap into his hand before lathering it over his dick. And then he's pressing the tip against my hole, and my stomach swoops in anticipation.

He puts a hand on my shoulder as he gently pushes in. "My fucking god, Griffin, you're so tight," he groans when the tip finally slides in past the ring of muscles. He stops there, both of us panting. "Good?"

I nod again, because apparently it's all I'm capable of.

"I need your words, Griffin. Tell me you're okay, or we're stopping," he demands, his voice stern and strained all at once.

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