Page 85 of Restrictions

I watch his eyes flutter closed as he struggles to regain control. “I hate hurting my mother. I fucking hate it. Linc, he can handle it, but she can’t.”

“She’ll be okay, Asher. She’s not as fragile as she once was.”

His head turns toward me, his eyes on me and his hands still planted firmly on the countertop. “Why are you so angry with your brother?”

His head drops, and the laugh that escapes his throat is almost terrifying. “I don’t want to talk.”

Another slice through my heart. I want him to confide in me. I wantto hear everything. Everything he holds back, but he won’t talk to me, and I know it’s because he’s afraid to get too close. I step into the room and close the door behind me.

His head lifts as he turns to look at me again. As I walk toward him, moving one of his hands out of the way and hopping on the counter in front of him, spreading my legs to allow him to rest between them and seeing a bewildered look on his face.

His hand sweeps over my neck into my hair. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t want to talk with words...but I can feel you’re in pain.”

His thumb sweeps over my bottom lip as he stares into my eyes. I can see there’s so much he wants to say. “Baz isn’t asleep.”

“He’s in good hands.” I take his hand in mine and bring his to my lip, giving it a kiss before moving to his pointer finger, kissing the tip and bringing it into my mouth, sucking on it, letting my tongue tease the tip as he watches me. I see him swallow.

“There’s no lock.”

“I’m not afraid.” I release his hand, scooting back a little further on the counter. My hands slide over my thighs to push the skirt of my dress up and over them, baring myself for him. He swallows again as his eyes watch my hands as they find my panties and I slide them down my legs, kicking them off. I grab his belt, quickly unfastening it.

His hand moves back to my hair, gripping it and yanking it just enough to tip my head back as his lips find my neck, nipping and sucking, driving me wild. My ass scoots closer to the edge now.

His tongue licks the sensitive skin under my ear before I feel his lips on my earlobe. “Is this thrilling enough for you? Fucking me while they’re all out there? Eating dinner? Wondering where we are?”

My hand finds the button on his jeans as I undo it and the zipper, reaching into his briefs and finding him hard and ready for me. “Yes,” I whisper harshly.

I wrap my hand around his cock as he pushes his jeans and briefs down, using his arm to pull my body to his, his hand gripping my ass. “You want them to walk in on this?”

I stroke his length in my hand, and it presses between my legs. All I can think about is having him inside me. I crave it.

“I don’t care if they do.”

He presses the tip of his hardened cock inside me, and my head falls back, releasing him as he thrusts into me. We both groan.

I know we don’t have much time. I know that soon Baz will come looking for us. Or Nora. I wrap my legs around his ass as we find our familiar rhythm, his body knowing mine. Knowing exactly what I want. My fingernails dig into his scalp as his lips collide with mine, and we get lost in a furious kiss, letting him take it all out on me with each lash of his tongue.

His teeth nip my bottom lip, punishing me as I groan and roll my hips, taking every inch of him. “I’m going to come inside you, and then we’re going back to the dinner table.” His hand holds onto my hip as he slams into me, my pussy clenching around him at his dirty words. “They’re going to see how swollen your lips are and how flushed your cheeks are from the orgasm I'm about to give you.”

My head leans back as his lips move from mine to my neck, and his free hand roams between us, finding my clit and pinching it, pulling a gasp from me. “Yes.” It’s all I can manage.

I feel him grin against the skin of my neck. “They’ll wonder, but we’ll know.” He thrusts into me, pulling his hips back slowly and then fills me again, stretching me at a torturous speed.

My lips meet his again, desperate for his kiss as his fingers swirl over my clit. His cock moves in and out of me in a painstakingly slow rhythm, hitting the perfect spot with each stroke.

He continues his tormenting filthy talk between kisses. “My cum will be inside you as we small-talk and eat homemade cooking. You’ll be soaked and wanting more.”

“Oh my God, Asher.” I feel the walls of my pussy clench around him, squeezing him tightly, chasing my release, his words propelling me toward the high.

“You’re hot just thinking about all of them knowing about this, aren’t you?”

I nod against him as my fingers grasp his hair tightly. “Come inside me.”

He groans, and I feel his cock jerk with excitement inside me as we move together, both heading toward the glorious peak, our mouths colliding as we climb.

“Fuck, Viv.”

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