Page 73 of Cruel Debts
Complex thought was out the window. For him, and for me. All there was between us was the sound of bodies slapping together, the thick, hot air we breathed in and out as we raced to our joint finish line, the tension like a rubber band overstretched until it snapped.
"Fuck, Trinity," Asher growled, his forehead resting against mine as he rutted up into me with startling force. "This is wrong on so many levels."
"It doesn'tfeelwrong, Asher," I moaned, throwing my head back against the wall as his lips found the line of my jaw, then traveled down to the juncture between my neck and earlobe. "Shit, it feels so right I wish we'd done it sooner."
He felt so good inside me. But Asher wasn't the one here who'd enjoy dirty talk like that. He was simple, restrained, sophisticated. No, the dirty talk would be someone carefree, wild, reckless?—
What Asher liked, I suspected, was intimacy. And I knew just how I wanted to give it to him.
"Take me to your room," I pleaded as he rocked up into me so hard the picture on the wall shook. "But stop in mine?"
"Right here is fine." His eyes burned with a fierceness that wasn't like him. I knew it was temporary. I wanted him to come down from this insane burst of need, the broken frustration and restraint, so he could be himself.
"Please, Asher?" Batting my eyelashes at him was low, but it worked in the past. If I could get it to work now, we'd be in business.
"Fine." He gripped my ass and waited for me to put my hands around his neck. "But hold on. You're going to warm my cock the whole way there."
Nowthatwas unexpected, but welcome. "That's hot."
He marched us right to my room, where I told him to grab my bag from work. Instead, I found myself on my back on my own bed instead of his, Asher back between my legs, his cock stroking up into me slower this time, more languorous, more precise.
Gone was the rutting beast, and in his place was the calculating surgeon, using his skill and steady hand to drag every ounce of pleasure out of this for us both.
I'd never had a lover this considerate in my life.
"Trinity, Pretty Bird—" His groan of desperation filled my ears, driving me harder. "I?—"
"You don't have to talk and ruin it, Asher," I told him, knowing this was hard enough of a struggle for him. Asher kept things close to the vest. And when it all came to a head, he'd need to talk. But now wasn't that time. "Just fuck me."
"Not fucking you," he said as he did just that, his tip spearing me like a pig on a roasting spit. "Never you."
My eyes trailed down to the place where our bodies met, watching the sensual, erotic display of his shaft sliding in and out of me, coated in my arousal, slick and hard and big. "I don't know what you call this, then, because I thought it was calledfucking."
Men blushed so prettily when they let themselves. Asher was no different. The pink hues crept over his chest, then up his neck, and then coated the tips of his ears and the edges of his face as he looked anywhere but at me.
He wanted to say something, but he was afraid to.
Keep your secrets, then, Doctor.
I had secrets of my own.
"What I do to you, Trinity McCoy, is nothing short of worship."
My orgasm chased his admission by a mere second and a half, as if the revelation that someone I'd idolized for years now compared his appreciation of my pussy to full-blown religion was the biggest turn-on of the century. My toes curled when his cock slid in one last time and froze, jerking against my clenching walls as we both clawed at each other and moaned through our release.
It was over too fast. Too soon. I wanted more, so much more, but as he collapsed on the bed next to me with a stupid half-smile, half-frown on his lips, I knew I'd have to wait.
Asher's walls had come crumbling down, and if there was anything my psychology lessons taught me, it was that the fallout would be dramatic. And I ached to help him through it.
Because now that Asher had fallen, now that he was mine, I didn't plan to let him go. I'd sink my claws in deep, and keep him despite anything the world wanted to throw at me.
At least until it was time to go.
You will go. Nothing is forever.
Not even Asher's affections. Or my own.
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