Page 31 of Lessons in Desire

I press my hands into the wall as I moan, his thrusts growing faster.

“God, you’re such a good fucking girl.” He groans, his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. I push my ass against him, wanting more, needing it deeper and harder. His hands fold around me, holding my balance as he raises my back until his mouth is breathing against my ear. I moan as he sucks my neck.

“Play with your clit.” He growls and I do, rubbing in circles until all that I am exists within this pleasure. This need that I have for him and only him.

“I love you.” I breathe.

He thrusts harder.

I repeat it over and over and over again like a mantra, like a prayer, like Asher is a god that I worship. I fall into it. I drown in it. I am so, so close; I feel the wave of it cresting, arching higher and—

“Who’s there!” A deep, stern voice shouts into the darkness and the wave disappears.

I still, so does Asher.

“It’s just me, Pete.” He shouts back and begins to move once again and I bite my lip, holding back the scream.

The man, Pete, chuckles. “I thought it was some kids. Sorry Mr Callaway.”

“No worries.” Asher calls back and a second later a door slams and I cry out as he slaps my ass. “I felt you gush. You like getting your pussy pounded in front of an audience, don’t you?”

I nod, my cheeks heating. His finger moves, dipping into my wetness, before pulling it up to circle a very sensitive and very private part of me. I pull away, alarmed at how good it feels but stop when he slaps my ass.

He chuckles. “Such a dirty little girl. Doesn’t this feel good?” He increases the pressure, his finger breaching that forbidden part of me and my god does it feel fucking good.

I arch, no longer caring about anything beyond the pleasure skittering along my spine. A mewl slips out of me as his finger slips in, and then another, stretching me until both of my holes feel full. He thrusts them in and out, stretching me, and then he’s moving his hips and my vision blurs at the intermingling pleasure.

“Soon, I’m going to fuck this hole with my cock.”

I nod and cry out, “Please. Asher, please I need—” My words lose focus as he thrusts harder, those devilish fingers stirring something deep inside me. Something that’s going to shatter me. He thrusts harder, becoming unfrenzied and the sounds that fall from my mouth become intelligible. Closer and closer and closer. Harder and faster and then, I’m falling. I scream into the silent room, my breaths heaving and heavy and then I’m lost.

Lost in a sea of pleasure only he can bring.

Chapter Eighteen

Asher

I wake before she does this morning, which I’ve come to learn is a rarity. Evelyn is a morning person through and through and in the weeks, we’ve spent together, waking up in each other’s arms day to day, I’ve only woken before her twice. Though, she probably does need the rest after yesterday’s trip. I grin as a flash of her desperate moans filter in through the morning fuzz.

I look over at her. God, she’s so beautiful. Her golden hair is spread around her like the branches of a tree, wild and wonderful as nature itself. I move a strand out of her eyes. Her mouth is open, the soft sigh of her snores filtering past plump pink lips. I stay like that, watching her for a while as the sun rises. At ten, she begins to stir, her body turning into the warmth of the comforter.

“What time is it?” She groans.

“Ten.”

She bolts up. “Jesus, I slept for that long?”

I nod, grinning. I lift my hand and drag my fingers down her bare torso. She slept shirtless and my god am I glad for it as I watch her nipples harden into points.

“You must have needed the sleep.” I pinch her nipple.

Her blue eyes darken, the lids growing heavy. “I wonder why.”

“Beats me.”

She throws a leg over my hips, her slender thighs straddling mine. “I want you.” She whispers before capturing my lips in a kiss.

“Hmm, you do, do you?”

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