Page 29 of Shes my 1 Try

I knew he’d have questions, but giving him the answers can wait. “If you don’t like your surprise, I can leave.”

“Like fuck!” He shoves to his feet, wrapping one hand around my waist and dragging me into him. He ensures the door is locked with the other as he settles back on the wide seat, straddling me over him. “You’re never leaving, but how the hell?”

“We can waste time with the answers, or…” I roll my hips against him, his cock just as hard as he said it was, and I breathe into my need.

“Wiley…” he whispers, tracing a hand up my spine, and gripping my shoulder, holding me down as he repays the gesture. “God, you smell so damn good.”

He nuzzles into my neck, his lips and tongue finding that sweet spot almost instantly and my need skyrockets. But it hits different from any time before. Every one of my sense is on overload as Asher bites into my skin, sucking on the tender spot. I don’t care where we are or who might hear. All that is forgotten in the arms of this man. I want him to know how much I need him.

Getting lost in his touch, when his hand shoots up the front of the jersey, his fingers deftly pinching and twisting my nipple, I grind down hard on him, a rumble from his chest like a fucking drug.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he breathes against my ear, his hands claiming my ass as he rocks me back-and-forth against him.

“Believe it.” Brushing my lips over his, electricity courses through my body, converging where my pussy rubs against his cock, and the urgency to take what I want takes over.

Reaching down between us, I slide my hand into the loose-fitting pants he’s wearing and past his boxers, to wrap my hand around him. All his motion stops, his eyes locking with mine as I squeeze, stroking him slowly in the confined space.

“You’re so fucking…wild,” he manages to grunt out, his hips jerking.

“That’s part of my charm,” I tease, wetting my lips and shuffling off his lap.

“Wiley the wildling, huh?” he mutters, as I kneel in front of him, releasing his cock.

“Only for you,” I answer earnestly, entranced by the size of him. The anticipation has my thighs slick with the evidence of my need.

I slide my hand down the length of him, getting a feel for what he likes, as Asher takes his shirt off. The cut of his muscles and a light sheen of sweat already on his skin fuels my fire and I press his cock against his stomach, licking from the base to the tip.

“Fuck, little wildling. I’ve been dreaming of this for months,” he confesses, and I fucking eat it up, licking my tongue across his slit, before taking the head of his cock into my mouth.

Working him slowly in tandem with my hand, I increase how much of him I take into my mouth each time. Ribbons of saliva coat him as I lick around the head, his sweet and salty pre-cum dancing across my tastebuds. When his fingers slide across my scalp, gathering my hair in his hands, holding my head as he thrusts up into my mouth, I need friction of my own. Reaching down between my thighs, the lace G-string is soaked and I moan around his cock with the barest of touches on my clit.

“I knew fucking your mouth would be heaven,” he rumbles, the huskiness in his tone hitting me in the clit as if he’d slapped it himself, and I take even more of his length, my throat working overtime. “God. Fuck, Wiley.”

His head falls back onto the seat, and I trace a hand up along his abs, memorising every ridge. Cataloguing every sharp breath and groan, and his pleasured hiss when I pinch his nipple.

“Wiley, fuck. Yes.” I can’t help but smile at how turned on he is and when I shift my grip, tugging his pants down even more, I see it the moment he realises what I’m doing.

Sucking his balls into my mouth, licking my tongue over them while stroking him firmly, his breathing stutters and something flares in his eyes.

“Get up here,” he orders, jerking me to my feet. “On your knees.”

He points to the chair and I obey, my breath matching his, the anticipation of what he might do pushing me higher. The room is private and while it fits us both, Asher struggles to pull out the part that turns the chair into a bed and I giggle.

“Funny, is it?” he growls, his hand slapping over my ass, and I rock forward, clamping a hand over my mouth to conceal my squeal. “Told you I was gonna make this ass pink.”

“Promise?” I tease, wiggling my ass at him as he fixes the bed and I’m rewarded with another smack. He brushes his hand over the heated mark, followed by his tongue. The sensation of his tongue dragging across my skin, especially when he sinks his teeth into my flesh, makes me clench my thighs together.

“Does my little wilding need some attention?” His hand brushes over my ass and underneath the G-string before moving down between my thighs. My impatience at wanting his fingers working my clit, making me rock back against him. “Hmm, I like making you needy.”

Before I can say anything, a flurry of movement sees him on his back underneath me, those green eyes full of need looking up at me. “Who’s looking needy now?”

“Says the woman with the dripping pussy,” he taunts, dragging my undies aside and sliding his finger through my pussy, bringing it to his mouth and sucking off the evidence of how ready I am for him. My body jerks, his touch everything I want and watching him devouring my neediness…fuck! “Now, shut up and ride my face.”

I blink; several times. I’ve never done what he’s asking, and I begin to lift up on my knees.

“Baby, don’t be scared. I won’t die. I promise,” he smiles, depositing soft kisses on my inner thighs. His teeth grazing over the sensitive skin as he edges closer to my pussy. “Do you trust me?”

Nodding, he gives me this look, like he doesn’t believe me. “I trust you, Asher. I know you’ll never hurt me.”

---