Page 19 of Roped in Chaos
She closes her eyes and does as I ask, inhaling through her nose and out through her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Come on, let’s do this.”
We walk to the edge of the cliff, and I hold my hand out for her to take. She does so and looks at me for reassurance. I nod and take another shuffle forward.
“Okay, when I say go. One…two…three…JUMP!”
Chapter16
Shake It Off
Esme
Ijump when he says jump, and we’re falling. Farther and farther, and then there’s the impact with the water. At some point, I let go of Asher’s hand, and I’m breaking through the water’s surface. I tread water with one hand while I use the other to push my hair back and wipe my face. I can feel the smile on my face because, holy fuck, that was fun. Can I do it again? I’m bringing my hand down my face again when I feel something wrap around my waist and pull me in the water. I shoot my eyes open, and Asher is there, his face laced with worry and searching my own.
“Are you okay? You let go,” he says.
I see his eyes rolling over me, looking for any sign of discomfort or hurt, but I’m just fine. He said I’d be fine, and here I am, fine again. I wrap an arm around his neck and wrap my legs around his torso. If he wants to give me a break from swimming, then so be it.
“I’m fine.” I chuckle. “As a matter of fact, I feel like I’m buzzing. That was so much fucking fun. Can we do it again? The high you get, I’ve never experienced that kind of dopamine rush before. Fuck.” I chuckle again and look at him, realizing just how close I am to him. I wrapped myself around him, and now that I’m coming down from the high, I feel everything.
There’s the pressure on my lower back from him keeping me close, the warm breath on my wet skin, the cool water surrounding me, and the growing appendage pressing against my center. I let myself slip just a little lower so I can feel more of it. I wrap my other arm around him and press my chest to his.
I stare at his full lips, and as if they’re tingling from my stare, he drags his tongue across them. I was horny before we even left, and I’m sure I’m dripping wet right now. I get closer before something flashes across Asher’s face, and the next thing I know, I’m underwater. I let go of him to bring myself back up to the surface and look for him. He’s swimming back toward the horses. He flips onto his back to look at me.
“Come on, Princess. I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite. I’m looking forward to those sandwiches you made.” He flips back over and continues to swim away as I flip a bird to the back of his head.
I’m looking forward to the tequila now too.
* * *
We eat our sandwiches and make small talk. I find out that he listens to basically only country music, which I find funny because I never listen to country. I’ve found it’s just easy to be around him. I’m sure the tequila I’m sipping is currently helping cut some of the tension, but overall, I like him. I wish he wasn’t so off limits. Not only does he work for my grandparents, but I’ll also only be here for two months. I can’t get into anything serious.
“Ready to head back?” he asks.
I look at the setting sun and back at Asher. The setting sun is making him glow, and he looks beautiful in every sense of the word.
“Yep,” I respond. We pack up our belongings, and we head back to the house.
The entire ride home was quiet, the tension is palpable. All I can focus on right now is how the saddle is rubbing my already swollen clit. I’ll have to take care of this later. To make matters worse, I watch as Asher rides and it puts dirty visions into my head. The way his pelvis struts forward and back, following the motion that Dom makes. Can he save the horse and ride me instead?
We get home, and I help finish with the horses before going to the house. Phillis and Peter are gone tonight, so I’m in charge of dinner for us. I holler that I’ll have dinner ready in about an hour, and we part ways. He says something about being up to the house soon, but I should have plenty of time to get myself off, shower, and then cook dinner for us.
I get into my room and immediately strip out of my clothing. My nipples pebble immediately from the temperature change, so I take the opportunity to pinch one between my fingers. I close my eyes and let my head hang back while I enjoy the sensation that’s building. I walk over to my bed and practice my seductive crawl across it. I flop over onto my back and let my knees fall open, exposing myself to the cool air. I hiss at the temperature difference, the slight drift from the fan making my clit throb even harder. I trail a hand down my body while the other cups my heavy breast. Sweeping over my entrance, I tease myself with just the tip of my finger. I use the moisture to lubricate my clit as I make slow circles over it.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss.
I’ve been on and off all day, my poor body is overly sensitive. I pinch my nipple again, and my hips buck on their own accord. I apply more pressure and continue circling, working myself up, but I need more. I wish I had that saddle in my room to ride, but I need to find something comparable. My blanket is the only thing that will do right now, so I roll it up into a log shape and move myself to straddle it. I put the seam of it between my own lips and right on the pleasure point between my legs. I slowly start to grind against it. I continue pinching and pulling at my nipples and work my hips back and forth. I’ll definitely need to wash this later. I work my hips faster and faster, replicating the feeling of being on horseback earlier. His face pops into my mind and the way the sun makes him glow. I think about how his thick cock felt pressing against me earlier. It was so close, all he had to do was pull his shorts down just a little and slip it into me. My hips move faster and faster as I chase my orgasm.
I throw my head back and moan the first thing that comes to mind, “Fuck harder, Asher.” I shatter at the image that plays through my mind, envisioning it was him I was riding instead. I throw my hand between my legs and rub my swollen clit to elongate the feeling. My legs are shaking as I slump forward.
“Holy fucking shit,” I say to myself. I roll over on my side and take a deep breath. I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Did I really just come to the thought of Asher, though?
I hear a squeak outside my door, and I pause. I don’t breathe, I just listen. That had to be my imagination, right?
I throw an arm over my chest and run to my bedroom door before opening it slowly. I pop my head out and look down the hall, “Hello?” I ask into the emptiness. “Asher? Did you come in?” I’m once again met with silence. I shrug it off, although in the back of my head, I keep hoping that someone hasn’t found me. I go jump into the shower and wash off the thoughts. After I clean up, I make my way downstairs into the kitchen to start dinner. There’s a note on the counter.
Hey, the river wiped me out. I’m going to call it early. Raincheck?
