Page 104 of Penalized Love

When we break apart, both gasping for air, Asher reaches for the condom he threw on the bed earlier. "I need to be inside you," he growls, fumbling with the wrapper.

I take the condom from his trembling hands and tear it open with my teeth. Our eyes lock as I roll it onto his length. As I position myself above him, his hands grip my hips as if he wants to throw me down on his cock. Part of me wishes he would.

Slowly, I lower myself onto him. My eyes slam shut, and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. The way he stretches me is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. I pause as I take in the way we fit together, not to mention the pressure of Asher's fingers digging into my hips.

"Isla," he whispers. "You feel incredible."

And I feel incredible, especially being the one in control this time. My eyes open and my gaze meets his. I begin to move, setting a slow, torturous pace. I watch as the man underneath me clenches his jaw as he fights for control.

"Is this what you want?" I say, rolling my hips in a way that makes us both gasp.

His response is a groan that sounds as if it comes from deep within his soul, and it’s music to my ears. His hands leave my hips and slide up my sides. When they reach my breasts, he cups them gently as his thumbs brush over my nipples.

I increase my pace because I know it’s what we both want. The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and our bodies coming together. Sweat starts to form on Asher’s forehead, and I wonder if it’s from the workout I’m giving him or because he’s doing everything in his power to let me control our movements.

"Isla," he says, sounding breathless. "You're driving me crazy."

I smile. "Good," I whisper against his ear before nipping at the lobe.

Suddenly, Asher's hands are on my hips again, and he's thrusting up to meet me. The change in angle has me seeing stars, and I cry out.

"That's it, baby," he growls. "Let me hear you."

I'm close, so close, and from the way Asher's movements are becoming erratic, I know he is too.

"Asher," I moan, "I'm going to?—"

"Me too," he grits out. "Come for me, sunshine. Let go."

His words push me over the edge. My body shudders as I reach my climax. I scream out Asher's name, and I know for a fact the rest of the guys in the house have heard me, but I truly don’t care. All that matters is that I’m riding out my release on my boyfriend’s cock. He follows right behind me, and I collapse onto his chest. As a result, he slips out of me, and I immediately miss the connection. He must sense this because he closes his arms around me, and for a moment, we’re both still. It’s hard trying to come back to reality after that.

I nuzzle into the crook of Asher's neck, breathing him in. His skin is damp and salty against my lips.

"That was..." Asher trails off as if he can’t figure out what he’s trying to say.

"Yeah," I agree, unable to find the right words myself.

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. I feel completely at peace in his embrace. The world outside this room seems distant and unimportant. But I do know that we have a party we need to get ready for and that we both are sticky.

“We need to shower after all of… this.” I somewhat gesture to our bodies, but it’s half-assed.

Asher laughs at me. “You’re right. You left some clothes over here that I washed, so hopefully they are comfortable enough for you to wear to the party. Unless you want to run back to your room really quick?”

I rise up so that I could look him in the eye. “You did my laundry? A man after my own heart. I’m sure whatever I left here is fine.”

It takes a few more minutes, but we manage to gather the clothes we want to wear tonight, and once Asher confirms the hallway is clear, we sprint into the bathroom to take a shower. It takes a little longer for us to get out of the shower because of… the sex we just had, but once we are both clean, dry, and dressed, I open the door. As I walk out of the bathroom with Asher following behind me, I hear another door creak open down the hallway.

I glance to my left and my mouth almost drops to the floor. I see Selene sneaking out of what I’m assuming is another bedroom, and I think it’s Knox’s. Her cheeks are bright pink, her hair slightly disheveled, and she’s wearing a Crestwood Red Wolves hoodie that’s clearly not hers. My eyes widen as everything about the scene in front of me clicks into place.

Selene freezes when she sees me, but I can tell she’s trying to mask her anger. “Oh, um... Isla! Asher!” she stammers, clearly flustered. “How are you? How was the game?”

“Fine…but what are you doing here?”

“I was just... helping Knox... with something. But I’m leaving now.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Right. Helping. But why do you look pissed?”

Asher places an arm around my waist, and when I look over at him, his expression mirrors mine. We are obviously on the same page and know what this is about.

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