Page 27 of Pro Gamer's Aim

He walks me back until I'm pinned to the cool tile wall, every glorious inch of him pushing against me. Large hands skim my ribs, my waist, settling on my hips.

"Fuck, I want you," he rasps against my lips. "Couldn't stop thinking about you. The sounds you make. How tight and perfect you feel."

A broken moan escapes me. His words light me up, make me throb with need. "Asher..."

He kneads my ass, then lifts me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his hips, locking my ankles at the small of his back. The thick head of his cock nudges my entrance and I shudder.

"Need to be inside you. Now." His voice is gravel, eyes almost black with lust.

I nod frantically. "Yes. Please, I—oh!"

He thrusts deep in one powerful surge, stealing my breath. Stretching me. Filling me so completely it aches. I dig my nails into his shoulders, head tipping back on a silent scream.

Asher sets a relentless pace, hips snapping in a delicious rhythm.

"You feel so fucking good, bunny. Did you come in here knowing I was daydreaming about fucking you again?"

I shake my head, whimpering at the pleasure coursing through me. I'm so full, so complete.

The obscene slap of wet flesh echoes off the bathroom walls. Steam swirls around us, water pounding my sensitized skin. Every stroke hits that secret spot inside me, tension coiling tighter and tighter.

"Fuck. You take me so well." His lips drag along my jaw, my throat. Sucking. Biting. Marking me as his.

"Harder," I pant, grinding against him. Desperate for more. "I need—"

He growls, slamming into me deeper. Harder. I'm mindless with pleasure, boneless, completely at his mercy.

"That's it. Let go for me, bunny. Come on my cock like a good girl."

His filthy words are my undoing. Every time he calls me a good girl, I come undone.

I shatter with a hoarse cry, convulsing around his thick length. Wave after wave crashes over me, pleasure bordering on pain.

Asher fucks me through it, never letting up. His rhythm falters, a strangled groan ripping from his chest.

"Sam. Fuck. Gonna come."

I clench around him, milking his release. Feel the hot pulse of it deep inside me as he finds his own blinding pleasure. He thrusts once, twice more, then stills. Buries his face in my neck, breath ragged.

For long moments, we stay locked together, hearts pounding in sync. Asher brushes tender kisses along my shoulder. Nuzzles under my jaw.

"I could get used to showers like this," he murmurs, smile curving against my skin. "Maybe you should ambush me more often."

A breathless laugh escapes me. "I'll keep that in mind."

He eases out of me carefully, setting me on my feet and turning me so the spray hits my back. Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling my chest flush against his.

His chin settles on top of my head, and I bask in the comfort of the moment. From passion to cuddles.

I like this.

"So, not that I'm complaining, but something tells me you didn't come in here just to jump my bones." Amusement laces his tone. "What's on your mind, little bunny?"

I lean into him, suddenly nervous. The bravado that carried me into his shower abandons me.

"I wanted to talk. About last night. About us." I feel his chest rise and fall on a deep breath.

Asher's lips brush the top of my head, a tender gesture that sends warmth flooding through me. But anxiety churns in my gut, the need to define this—us—overwhelming.

---