Page 4 of Keeping Promises

If he thought those five minutes were torture before we left the engagement party, I don’t want to even know what he felt about the Uber ride across town to my apartment. We were just moments away from being arrested for indecent exposure.

As soon as the door to my apartment opens, we tumble inside, a mix of hands grabbing, teeth clashing, and heavy breathing. Asher slams the front door shut with his foot before pressing my back against it. With his rough hands on the back of my thighs, he hoists me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his trim waist.

“God, you are so fucking sexy.”

“Thanks, but my name is Hadley,” I tease, but my mouth instantly goes dry as he drags his tongue up my neck.

“That mouth on you.” He pauses to catch his breath and give another lick. “Between the snarkiness and that dark lipstick painted on your lips, I can’t wait to fuck your mouth later.” I let out a soft whimper. This man is driving me crazy. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Before I have the chance to tell him yes, he latches his teeth into the skin at my pulse point, forcing a moan from my lips. My heart is racing so fast, I’m afraid my pulse will knock him out.

Asher’s grip on my hair tightens as his lips seek mine. I open willingly, just like I have all night since that first kiss we shared in the dark corner of the bar.

With each swipe of his tongue, wetness seeps from my pussy. At this point, my panties may have disintegrated. I grind my hips against the thick bulge in his dress pants. His cock is harder than a rock, and I can’t wait to explore every sinful inch of it. He swallows my moans before his lips leave mine and descend, leaving a wet path down my neck and chest.

The sound of Asher dragging the zipper down on the back of my dress fills my ears and has me yearning with anticipation. I almost wish he would have stuck to his word and torn it right off. He pulls my dress down, exposing my baby blue and white lace bra. A deep groan comes from the back of his throat, and his eyes fill with a hunger only I can satisfy before he latches onto my hardened nipple over the lace fabric of my bra.

A flick of his fingers has the bra dropping to the floor and my breasts on full display for him. He continues to caress one nipple with his tongue and the other with the palm of his hand before switching. A slight pinch of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger sends new desires throughout my body.

Setting me on the ground, he trails his fingers up my thighs, under the dress that is now bunched up at my waist, and ever so slowly pulls my thong down my legs before tossing it somewhere into the apartment.

“Stop teasing me,” I whine. “I need you inside me, Asher.”

In one quick motion, Asher discards his pants and boxers. His cock springs free.

Holy fuck!I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, waiting for his next move.

“You want this cock in you, baby?” His voice is husky and full of lust.

My breathing escalates as I nod, but he does not move just yet. “Yes,” I pant when he drags the tip over my drench pussy, coating himself with my arousal.

I open my mouth to protest his teasing and to tell him to fuck me already when he slams inside me, literally taking my breath away.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he moans as he buries himself to the hilt. I meet him for every thrust back and forth. There is nothing graceful about our movements—it’s demanding and intense.

Hopefully, no one is in the hallway to hear the sound of my ass hitting the door.

As if Asher could sense my thoughts, his hands grip my ass tightly. “Hold on, baby girl.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. With his lips on mine and his cock still inside me, he shuffles us away from the door to the couch. A loud crash sounds just before we reach the sofa as he knocks into the boxes Lexi still has to move to her new home with her fiancé and Asher.

My nails dig into the skin on his back, his muscles tight as he picks up the pace just as my orgasm starts to build.

“Asher,” I scream, not giving a damn if the neighbors hear me. His moans fill the apartment as my pussy clamps down against his cock as he finds his own release.

Asher Harrington knows exactly how to touch me, kiss me, and fuck me. All I have to say is “more” or “harder” and he gives me all he has.

By the time we finally fall into my bed, Asher has fucked me on every square inch of the apartment, including the shower and against the living room window. It doesn’t take long for sleep to overcome us, both exhausted and a tangle of limbs. A few hours later, I wake up to Asher’s head buried between my legs, savoring me as if I am his last meal. I lost track of how many orgasms he gave me, and I’m not surprised in the least that as this last one hits me, I lose consciousness, falling back asleep.

The sun is shining through the curtains of my bedroom by the time I fully wake up. I roll over to find the bed empty and cold as if it’s been a while since someone lay there. The only reason I know that he was once here is that the sheets are wrinkled and laced with his scent, and there’s a soreness between my thighs.

“Asher?” I call out, knowing very well that he won’t answer. He’s gone. No note, no nothing, just gone.

I don’t know what I expected. I’m more or less thankful that he already left. That saved us the awkward morning goodbye. Now that we got that out of our system, we can just move on with our lives.

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