Page 19 of Age of Shade

Something pinches painfully inside me at his words and warning bells are ringing, but I still don’t falter in my decision. “Yes.”

Asher’s hands find my waist, holding me so hard it’s almost painful, and the whimper I’ve been holding back since he opened the door finally escapes my lips. We’re so absorbed in each other, the fire alarm could be blaring above our heads and I doubt either of us would notice. I can’t focus on anything other than the places my skin is touching his.

I expect desperate, dumb lust, for him to consume me in seconds, but that’s not what Asher does. Like he’s giving me every chance to walk away, my stranger kisses me so intensely that all the air in my lungs seems to vanish. My lips part instinctively, offering myself to him, and he doesn’t hesitate.

His teeth drag over my bottom lip and I arch closer to him as his hands find the opening of my coat and push it off my shoulders. The sound of the fabric hitting the floor seems unnaturally loud in the still room.

Time is moving so much faster than usual. Just a few hours ago I was sitting in the library, my stomach churning with nervesabout tonight, and now I feel like a brand-new person. A person who doesn’t hesitate to drop her hands on Asher’s bare stomach, low enough to make him groan, and run them up his chest to settle on his broad shoulders. A person who whispers raggedly in his ear when he bows forward to bite and suck my neck, “Show me how to make you feel good.”

My words trigger something inside him. Grunting, Asher wrenches himself away from me and steps back toward the little living room area, crooking his finger with a sly smirk. I follow immediately, nearly stumbling over my own feet in my too high heels.

“Stop,” he orders gruffly, sinking into a leather armchair. We’re ten feet apart, an unbearable distance after feeling his body pressed against mine. “Take your clothes off for me, Adina. Show me what I’ve been picturing all night.”

My stomach swoops, but my hands still tremble as I reach beneath my arm, finding the tiny pull of the hidden zipper sewn into the side of the dress. I’ve never felt so sexy, so desired, as I do right now. Asher leans forward, his heated gaze roaming over my body as I let the dress fall, hands biting into the arms of the chair like he’s trying to restrain himself.

I wouldn’t mind if he didn’t.

The plunging neckline had left no room for a bra, so beneath the dress I’m wearing only a tiny black thong, that’s now so wet it sticks to my skin, and flesh-colored sticky cups cradling my breasts. I go to pull them away, but Asher shakes his head. “Leave them.”

I move on. Hooking my thumbs beneath the band of my panties, I drag them slowly over my thighs and allow them to fall too. As I step out of my heels onto the cold floor, there's no mistaking the raw hunger in Asher's expression. The only light in the room is coming through the windows from the street outside, but I still doubt he’ll miss how ridiculously, shamelesslywet I am. Even the inside of my thighs are sticky from our make-out session by the door and the thrill of baring myself for him. A quiet gasp escapes my lips as Asher's hand finds the edge of his towel, and pulls it aside.

Oh shit.

Whoever came up with the saying “biting off more than you can chew” probably had this exact situation in mind. Asher’s cock isbig. Long and intimidatingly thick, the silky skin of his shaft gives way to the deep-purple head that’s shiny from the white pre-cum beading at his slit. My thighs press together instinctively, core clenching with either need or fear. Probably a little of both.

Asher smirks, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “You’re a smart girl, Adina. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” His tone is teasing, but there’s a dark fire burning in his eyes that makes me pretty confident I’m in for it. “Come here.” He pats his thigh and, like he’s taken control of my mind as well as my body, I obey.

I stop just in front of him, and Ash’s hands reach out to trace reverently over my hips to settle on my waist. I tremble. “About sixty seconds before you knocked on that door, I was fisting my cock and coming all over the shower wall to thoughts of you.”

It’s a miracle I don’t collapse. The thought of Asher like that—stroking himself—his beautiful face contorted in pleasure… I whimper.

He traces his thumbs over the bones of my pelvis and nods slightly, distracted. “I imagined how good it would feel to push inside you, the faces you’d make, the sounds.”

Looking between us, the muscles of my core contract.

“I’m pretty surethat’snot fitting inside me.“ I giggle breathlessly. Is it rude to stare at a guy’s junk in a sexual situation? Because I kind of want to stare. What about pictures? I’m positive my memory isn’t good enough to do this justice.

“That?” Asher teases, raising his eyebrows. Placing his hands on the backs of my knees, he guides me forward until I’m straddling him, my ass settled on his legs and the parted lips of my pussy just inches away from his shaft. “I’m sure you can do better than that.”

I’m trying to focus, but his legs are spread enough that there’s nothing for me to grind on or press against to relieve the almost unbearable throbbing of my clit except the massivethingthat somehow looks even larger in proportion to my body. I swallow. “Your, your penis.” The word sounds ridiculous in this context, clinical and immature.

Asher clearly agrees, because he chuckles, running his hands over my bare thighs to give my ass a playful squeeze. “Try again.”

Unable to resist, I tilt forward and press my slit right over his length. Moaning in relief, I rock against him, my eyes fluttering shut. “You cock.” I sigh, and Asher grunts his approval, guiding my pace over hiscockthat is now slick with my arousal. He’s so much harder than I expected him to be, and I can feel every vein standing out on his shaft.

“Good girl. Fuck, you’re incredible. Look at you go.” He can’t seem to stop touching me, running his hands over every inch of skin he can until he reaches the sticky cups covering half my breasts. Itshouldn’tbe sexy, but the hungry, possessive expression on his face makes the heat building low in my core burn even hotter. I gasp as he pulls the silicone away from my skin, and he hisses his approval.

Tilting my body back, he latches onto one of my nipples, drawing it into his mouth as his hand finds the other, teasing and pulling roughly. “Oh.” My lips part in a noise somewhere between a moan and a cry. I roll my hips frantically, so wet now that I slide easily over his shaft, and Ash’s free hand digs into my hip to slow my movements.

“That’s it.” He grunts when he pulls off my nipple with a wet noise, his voice lower and rougher than ever before. I’m shaking now, my breaths coming in ragged pants as my orgasm spirals closer. “Take what you need, angel. Listen to your body.That’s it. I’ve got you.”

My eyes squeeze shut as my head drops back, the ends of my hair tickling my lower back. I grind harder, and for the first time, I realize how empty I feel. With a dizzying, lust-drunk burst of clarity, it occurs to me that the imposing length of Ash’s cock isn’t so scary anymore. It’s… exciting. “Fuck me,” I plead, my legs shaking with the force of the orgasm I’m barreling toward. My thighs are burning, but I’m so close. “Please, Ash.Please!”

A big hand comes down on my ass, slapping me so hard that I squeal, and his voice sounds like a low growl in my ear. “Be a good girl and come for daddy, then we’ll discuss it.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

ASHER

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