Page 44 of All That She Needs

Fuck.

Part 24: Asha

I stepped into the luxurious loft studio, and the high ceilings and expansive windows immediately caught my eye. The open floor plan was sleek and modern, with polished hardwood floors and minimalist furnishing that flaunted lavish simplicity and masculinity only luxurious furniture could provide. Art pieces on the walls added a subtle touch of style, while plush rugs and leather accents gave the room some warmth. The kitchen, with its white marble countertops and top-tier appliances, dominated a quarter of the space, clearly the centerpiece. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline spread out, a sea of flickering lights.

I was standing in front of the window when I sensed a presence looming behind me. My breath hitched. My heart was beating so fast. I was too tense to make even a single move.

Calloused hands slid around my waist, pulling me back until my head rested against a strong, bare shoulder. Uneven breaths fanned my cheek, a nose trailing gently over it. Then a soft whisper of my name—so tender, as if every emotion was poured into it. Powerful arms tightened around me like steel, a touch of moistened lips to my neck. A deep inhale. A faint lick. A gentle bite. Suddenly, a sharp tug of my hair broke the moment's calm. I knew the gentleness was over. I turned, capturing a pair of lips that felt divine. A battle of tongues, a frantic frenzy of nipping and biting. My heart was racing; my veins flooded with adrenaline.

Our lips disconnected when breathing became hard. A pair of hands began to explore. They squeezed both my breasts over my shirt. Those fingers pinched and twisted my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned, surrendering to the incredible feeling. Something hard poking my lower back, urgently and persistently pushing forward as if it wanted to drill a hole into me.

My shirt impatiently untucked from my skirt. One hand sneaked in, brushing my bare stomach, then slipped underneath my bra and started to squeeze. And squeeze. My neck was bitten hard, and I moaned louder, unashamedly. The other hand lifted my skirt up until it was bunched around my waist, then sneaked in between my thighs, cupping my drenched core. It wasn't enough. I needed more.

His name exhaled like a desperate plea out of my lips.Liam.

I watched as his smile slowly stretched, slightly crooked and terribly electrifying. His half-lidded eyes darkened completely. He leaned in and mumbled into my ear, "Say my name again."

"Liam," I breathed, shamelessly grinding the spot where I pulsed and throbbed, against his hand. He started to rub mercilessly, and I turned entirely into a gobbet of desperate need. Desire had overridden my better sense, the one that told me I shouldn't be doing any of this with him.

"What do you want?" He whispered hoarsely. "I'll give it to you."

Like a flame hitting gasoline, the words burn me with fire and mindless passion. All my nerve endings sparked with electricity. His fingers continued rubbing, but began to slow down, waiting for me to give command.

"I want you to use me." I panted. Overwhelmed by too many sensations. My head was spinning. "Any way you want."

"Fuck, Asha." I could feel him shuddering. I knew his control almost broke. "Turn around and look at me."

His hands disappeared from me, and he stepped back. I straightened and slowly turned, finding his tortured expression and his pupils completely dilated. I was thrown back from the intensity. "Take off your clothes." He commanded in a whisper. "Keep your eyes on me."

My fingers shook with anticipation as I unbuttoned my shirt, my gaze locked with his. When I finally slid it free from my shoulders, his eyes glowed into something predatory. Like he wanted to eat me alive. My bra came off next, revealing my bare breasts, and his breathing became rapid, slightly out of control. He was already shirtless and started unbuttoning his jeans. I reached out behind me to find the zipper of my skirt and tugged it down slowly. Then my eyes shifted, no longer locked on his. Something else caught my attention—somethingbig.

Liam pushed down his jeans just enough to pull his erection out. My eyes were blown wide at the sight. I never knew that they made it inthatsize.

"Undress, Asha." He growled, impatiently reminding me of the task I had unconsciously abandoned. "Eyes on me."

My eyes jumped back to his as I shimmied my skirt and my panties down to the floor and stepped out of it.

The look of feral consumed him. He walked closer to me, forcing me to step back until my back was pressed against the glass window. My bare ass exposed to anybody who cared to look upwards from below. But I didn't even care. All I cared about at that moment was this demigod of a man and that thick pole hanging in between his legs.

"Give it to me, Liam." I said to him. He was so close; my mouth was only inches from him. "I want it in me."

Liam growled, "Not yet." Two fingers slid inside of me instead and immediately started moving. I saw him giving himself slow, lazy strokes as his gaze devoured me, and his lips gave the tiniest, satisfied smirk. "Beg, Asha. Let me hear it."

"Please," I squirmed, begging without shame. "I need it."

"You're so beautiful, Asha," His fingers moved even faster, in and out of me. His other hand massaging my breast. "And you're mine, aren't you?" His hand was replaced with his mouth as he took my nipple, pulling it with hard, wet suction, grazing his teeth rough enough to puncture me with pain. Then he gave it a hard lick, easing the ache.

My brain was totally fried, only remembering to beg for more like he commanded. "Yes, I'm yours. Please, please..."

Liam made a feral noise in the back of his throat; then, suddenly, he crouched down. And my right leg was hoisted up to his shoulder. I let him. I surrendered to him, allowing myself to be vulnerable, letting him satisfy his hunger, to claim me completely as his own.

"Oh, fuck." I breathed; the back of my head hit the glass window with a thud. His tongue gave a long lick along my core, lapping repetitively, and then stroked deep. My hips bucked when his finger joined his tongue and shoved into my flesh. The slick noises he made were the only sound to my ears. I was deaf and oblivious to everything else around me. His other hand clutching my back, crushing me to his mouth like I wasn't close enough; a ragged groan ripped out of his mouth like I was the best thing he's ever tasted. I felt my inner walls tighten around him and my hands clutching his head as I needed to anchormyself to something. "Liam," It was a soft whisper, like a breath of a prayer. "I'm so close."

He pulled his head back, just long enough to say, "Fucking come for me, Asha. Come on my face."

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I scrambled awake and sat up straight, glancing around the room in confusion.

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