Page 21 of Lessons in Desire

“The carbonara is amazing from here.” Jake offers and I smile.

“I’ll have that then.”

When the waiter disappears, our orders taken, Jake and I sit in a tense, awkward kind of silence. I can’t think beyond the feeling of Asher’s eyes on me, and I know Jake has felt my distance from the minute he picked me up.

“So, do you know what your majoring in yet?”

I nod. “Finance.”

His brows raise. “Well, I was not expecting that.”

“I like to surprise. What about you? I know you don’t have to pick for another year but, do you have a plan?”

He shakes his head. “No. I have no idea.” He starts to whine about his parents wanting him to do law and not wanting to do it and so on and so on and I zone out.

Eventually, I smile. “It sounds tough, but I guess they care.” I finish off my water. “I’m just going to pop to the restroom before our food comes.”

“No problem.”

I stand and head to the toilets. They’re single room toilets and I’m glad for it, I need a breather. This is just not working out. I like Jake, but only as a friend.

After washing my hands, I open the door, only to find Asher on the others side, waiting.

“What are you doing.” I say, incredulous as he pushes me further into the bathroom, walking me back and locking the door behind us.

“We need to talk.” His voice stirs my desire, my centre aching at the sound of it, at the command in it.

“I’m on a date.” I hiss. My back has hit the wall, his body crowding mine, his heat seeping into my soul.

“Oh yea, I noticed.” His fingers find my waist and I gasp softly at the feel of his touch. “You cannot convince me that Jake is the man you want, not when your body tells a different story.” He squeezes my waist.

I stay silent and he pushes in closer until our lips almost touch.

“You cannot tell me that you don’t feel anything for me.”

“What I feel doesn’t matter.” I bite back.

“I beg to differ.” He sinks down onto his knees and my pussy pulses at the sight of it. “What you feel is all that matters.” His hands trail up my legs, soft against my thighs, until I feel him skin the band of my panties.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my breath hitching.

“If how you feel doesn’t matter, then tell me to stop.” His words are steady, like he’s talking about the weather or the price of coffee, but his eyes tell a different story. Twin balls of darkness, flashing with heat.

He pulls down my panties, the skim of his fingers like fire licking my skin and I open my mouth to tell him to stop. To tell him that we can’t do this. But the words don’t come. I can’t say anything, only watch.

He grasps my leg, pulling it up to rest on his shoulder. He leans in and the warm fan of his breath brushes my dripping pussy. I try not to gasp, to cry out, but in the end a shuddering breath filled with need escapes me.

He parts me with his fingers, my needy pussy parting easily, like the petals of a flower.

“Tell me to stop.” He growls. “If you don’t want this, say the words and I’ll stop.”

I stay silent because I want this.

“Good girl.” He hums before his tongue swipes up my centre. My hips buck, grinding my sopping pussy into his open mouth. He chuckles against my pussy, the vibrations causing me to moan. “You’re such a greedy little whore.”

I nod my head, delirious with the pleasure.

His fingers tease my hole as his licks become stronger, harder, and my pussy gushes, desperate for something to fill them. I moan loudly, no longer caring about where we are as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

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