Page 25 of Allure
He hoped.
Syra could taste the bitterness in her words as she guided Asli’s hand back to his side of the car. The cold air she’d been feeling on the drive had all but disappeared in the wake of his avid attention and hands on her body. She was hot and achy, and everything in her screamed at her to let him touch her underneath her dress, but she hesitated, wanting to keep some semblance of control that always managed to slip through her fingertips when she was around both Asli and Marco. It was maddening how quickly Asli had gotten her body to react to him. Even now she felt more wetness coat the inside of her thighs as he continued to stare at her like he knew exactly how she felt wrapped around him.
Given that he watched you fuck Marco, he has an idea.
Syra cleared her throat trying to dislodge what the memory of that one night did to her. “Are we going to go, or have you decided to chop me up and spread my body parts among this lush greenery?” She half-heartedly attempted a joke. They were on a strip of road that had a vast number of trees and probably wildlife on both sides, given the caution signs. It was dark and oddly intimate with only the road lights and the moon setting a low glow in the car.
“We’ll go,” Asli’s voice dropped again. His accent made his words come out smooth and savory. She tried not to catalog the differences between Marco and Asli like she tried not to do it between Marco and Joel, but she couldn’t help how different the two friends were. But in their differences they seemed to match each other.
Marco’s voice was always rough—brutal. It felt raw and primitive when he spoke to her, enticing a need in her that only he could answer. Marco was a little more extroverted than Asli—though he wasn’t overly friendly—and yet Asli was the one who held more charm. There was never any guessing in what Marco wanted, and Asli seemed to go with the flow.
She tried not to let her mind wander into a territory she swore she wouldn’t go to, but her stomach tightened and her pulse sped up again at the idea of both of them taking her together. The two of them would wreck her, not only in sheer mass and size of their bodies but who they were individually. She wouldn’t be able to handle Marco’s gruffness wrapped around Asli’s smoothness.
“Let me ask you a question, little star.” Asli’s gaze dropped to her lips before they went back to her eyes. “I know the rules you put in place with Marco. I know you made it clear to him that you two were going to keep things professional. Does that apply to me as well?”
“Um,” she tried to find her words, but her tongue got stuck to the roof of her mouth when his hand wrapped around his cock and adjusted himself. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that her mouth watered.
“I saw the way you watched me that night, Syra. I saw the way you touched yourself when you watched me slide my cock into that woman’s mouth.” He glanced in his rearview before his brown eyes were on her again. She could practically taste his desire and want for her. It coated her tongue, making her bite back her moan.
The windows were open, but she couldn’t feel the night air or find oxygen to breathe to get her lungs to work properly. She was too focused on the man next to her and the lingering feel of a man she couldn’t seem to forget.
“Did you wish that was you? Did you want to be on your knees for me?” Asli paused. He hesitated only a moment before his hand was back on her thigh. She sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers made small circles against her skin. “Did you want to be on your knees for me and Marco?”
She chewed her bottom lip and shifted in the passenger seat. That night had been on her mind often enough she didn’t need his recounting of it to pull the memory up. But hearing him speak on it and make his own desires known about that night made her wish she was under her covers with her vibrator, bringing herself the release her body seemed almost desperate for.
They were back in a bubble of seduction. The air was filled with all her wants and Asli’s desires—it blanketed her skin, pressing in on her resolve. The longer she stared into his brown eyes, the harder it was to hold steady to her own rules when it came to the men in her life.
Syra dropped Asli’s gaze, and she felt the connection break but it didn’t last long. His hands were on her chin, pulling her face back toward his. They were barely a breath away—how had he gotten so close?
“What are my rules, little star?” Gone was the smooth timbre of his accent and in its place was gruffness she hadn’t heard from him before. “Or do we not have any rules because you truly believe there are no lines for us to cross?”
Something about his tone and choice of words rankled Syra. If Asli was as good a friend as she knew he was, he knew why she put rules in place with Marco. He knew their history, knew how messy things could get if they became more than just business partners. She hadn’t given Asli any rules or parameters because she foolishly didn’t think she had to. Her attraction to him, while almost as potent as hers to Marco, didn’t mean she’d entertain anything between her and Asli.
And yet you were moments away from letting Asli put his hands under your dress. How many times have you cum thinking about the both of them fucking you?
Syra abruptly pulled out of Asli’s hold and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling annoyed and frustrated. “I think you need to keep driving or we’re going to be late, Asli.” She snapped and immediately regretted being pissy at him. It wasn’t his fault her head and heart and vagina clearly weren’t on the same page.
Asli chuckled and easily put the car back in drive. They were cruising on the open road again, and she had never been more grateful for the cold air touching her skin. It calmed her racing heart and cleared some of the fog she’d been swimming in. How did she expect to keep her own rules in place if she was all too willing to break them?
Were they a wasted effort?
And what was the harm in breaking them?
A very weird working environment if things went wrong.
The thought sobered her. She couldn’t jeopardize Sirens. Delilah worked hard to have a place all her own, and Syra wanted this for herself as well. This was her fresh start, and she didn’t want it bogged down with the mess of her past. She couldn’t let it fail because of whatever she may or may not be feeling for Marco and Asli.
“You didn’t answer my question, little star. I want to know what my rules are…what your boundaries are.” His smooth voice warmed her. The roll of the ‘r’ on star had her body humming as much as it did when he said her actual name.
She liked the nickname as much as she liked when Marco uttered estrellita. It was both a curse and prayer, though she knew why Marco called her estrellita—it was tied into her art. She even got three little tattoos inked into her skin to remind her of what she’d been with him; a little piece of her past she could always hold on to. She wasn’t sure why Asli adopted the nickname.
“Why are you asking about boundaries and rules, and why do you call me little star?” Her curiosity about her nickname slipped past her lips. But she pushed past it, wondering why he was suddenly interested in boundaries and rules. “Are you asking because we’re going to a sex party and you think something is going to happen between us?”
Asli shook his head. “One, I call you little star for the same reason Marco does. You are his estrellita, no?” He glanced at her before his eyes returned to the road ahead, and she swallowed the need to say she wasn’t Marco’s anything. Her heart shut the rational part of her brain down, knowing some parts would always belong to him.
“Two, if anything happens tonight, that will be your call. Just because it’s a sex party doesn’t mean everyone is running around fucking or expected to. Some people go there to network or they enjoy watching.” He glanced at her again with a wink, and let out a light chuckle that made her reluctantly smile too.
“Three,” Asli slowly eased the car off to the side of the road again. Her body tensed in anticipation of him touching her. She wondered if she would stop him this time, especially when her body was beginning to crave his touch.
