Page 14 of Roped in Chaos
Well fuck, why does she have to be nice. I want to hate it here, but on day one, she’s gone shopping with me and has cooked me my favorite meal.
I pull the bowl from the microwave and start rummaging through drawers to find a fork.
“They’re next to the sink,” a voice echoes from the living room.
“Oh fuck!” I hiss. “You scared me. What the hell are you doing here?”
Asher is sitting on the couch with the TV on. He has a beer in one hand, and his feet are propped up on the coffee table. He holds up the beer and gives it a wiggle.
“Just a nightcap. I’ma head to bed soon, but you can come watch TV for a little while if you want some company while you eat.”
I walk over and plop down onto the couch. I pull my legs up underneath me and groan as I take my first bite.
“Damn, girl,” Asher comments, “If you moan like that eating some pasta, what do you sound like when you get fucked?” He chuckles and takes another swig of beer.
I study his face, trying to decide how much information I want to divulge. Maybe if I tell him everything, he’ll take care of my problem at some point.
“Well, I don’t know,” I confess. I really hope my plan works because if not I’m going to look so fucking stupid.
“What do you mean? Do you wear earplugs when you fuck?”
The way he says fuck so nonchalantly has me clinching my thighs. He didn’t even flinch, almost like he says it regularly. Who am I kidding, He probably has a new fling every week. He’s a good-looking guy with pierced nipples. He works on a ranch with a horse and a dog and smells like fresh-cut grass and summer and…
“So?”
I’m snapped out of my thoughts and look back at him. He’s staring at me like he’s waiting for something.
“I’m sorry what?”
“Do you wear earplugs when you fuck? How do you not know what you sound like at all?”
“Well I…I’ve…I’ve never…”
“Are you telling me you’re still a virgin?”
I see him searching my face, trying to figure out if I’m crazy or if I’m lying to him. Either way, I’m not sure how to respond. I put a bunch of noodles onto my fork and shove it into my mouth. I know I look ridiculous with chipmunk cheeks, but I can’t stand the way he’s looking at me. He makes my stomach feel all funny, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.
“Well,” he fills in for me, “I’ll go ahead and take that as a yes. Things just got interesting, Princess.”
He downs the rest of his beer and stands up. “I’ll see you at seven a.m.”
I finish the rest of my pasta in peace, just the sound of the TV going to keep me company. I’m not sure what he means by interesting, but I’m not a hundred percent sure I want to find out either.
Chapter11
Body Like a Back Road
Asher
Ididn’t realize what she was wearing when I offered for her to watch TV with me. That tight-as-skin tank top didn’t hide anything, and the shorts were too short to be considered decent. I couldn’t stop staring at the TV, afraid that if I were to look at her too long, I would shove my cock down her throat. Then she decided to tell me she was a virgin. Who just drops that on a man? I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest. I had to get out of there as soon as possible before I did something I regretted. I knew before I even met her that she was going to be off limits, but being a virgin makes her even more off limits.
All of this leads me to where I am now: gripping the edge of my counter, cock pulsing behind my zipper, and my sanity slowly breaking. If I let myself take care of my issue with the mental image of her big eyes, I’ll never be able to stop.
“Fuck,” I groan. I clench my fist one more time before I palm my dick through my jeans. It feels so good, just squeezing it isn’t breaking the rules, right? Even when I imagine it’s her soft delicate hand squeezing me through the denim.
I should probably unbutton my pants and pull the zipper down, right? Yeah, as long as I don’t do anything else. I go to sit on the couch, and my erection is still feeling constrained against my briefs. Well, I can always let it just get some air.
I pull off my jeans and underwear, letting myself go. It’s pointing up at my belly button, tempting me. I see my reflection in the jewelry that is hooked through the tip. My eyes look black with how big my pupils are. I look ravenous. The clear liquid coating my piercing proves just how turned on I am right now. The devil and angel on my shoulders are bickering about what to do next.
