Page 30 of Roped in Chaos
My brain starts racing, and I decide the best thing I can do is get a good night’s rest and think about it in the morning.
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I wake up the next morning, and my hips are lifting absent-mindedly to gain friction. I’m so fucking turned on by the dream I had of Asher’s body on top of mine. I was dreaming about those silver bars that filled my mouth last night, except this time they’re in me. Rubbing against every feel-good spot I’ve read about.
“Fuck,” I groan out loud. I grab my phone and see it’s six fifty. I still have ten minutes till we start chores. I have plenty of time to give myself an orgasm before I have to be within close proximity of his tempting body.
I reach up under my shirt and squeeze my tits, rolling my nipple between my fingers. My hips keep thrusting up, desperate for relief. I rip my shirt and panties off and am left naked on my bed. I prop my knees up and let them fall open, letting my hand fall down the curve of my body. I linger on my hip for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the sensitive skin under my fingertips. I reach over and brush my fingers over the wetness that’s collected and shiver at the contact on my swollen clit.
I use the wetness collected to circle the swollen bud, and my eyes flutter closed on contact. I work my fingers on it gently, letting my orgasm slowly build instead of hitting me like an avalanche. There’s something so satisfying about the release after letting yourself get there slowly, your body is so desperate that you just crumple and can’t help but twitch with just a puff of air.
I work myself up and come down a few times. Every time I let myself come down, my hips reach out for my hand, and I smile at myself. I want my body to be so fucking desperate.
As I start reaching the apex again, there’s a crash from downstairs in the kitchen. I immediately snap my legs closed and hold my breath. My clit pulses in between my thighs, pissed at the fact I’m not currently finishing what I started. I start thinking about what would happen if I was caught by Asher, since that’s the only reasonable person who could be down there right now. A murderer wouldn’t care about the kitchen, and my grandparents are out of town again. It would kind of be hot for him to catch me, so I just close my eyes and pretend to not pay attention to anything else. The thought of being caught turns me on even more, but I’ve come down too much since my scare, so I have to start the process all over again.
After a few repetitions, I’m fucking the heel of my hand and squirming. I’m having to lift my fingers after just two circles because I’m so close to the edge. I haven’t heard any other noise, so I take this as permission to let myself be vocal.
“Oh fuck,” I test quietly. Nothing happens, so I continue louder. I whimper and let myself be as loud as I want, with his image in my mind.
“Fuck, Asher, yes,” I chant.
My orgasm gets closer and closer, getting harder to put off. Just as I’m about to come I moan and open my eyes to see him. Standing there. With my door wide open.
Fuck.
Chapter24
Pillowtalk
Asher
Icame up to bring her breakfast in bed after she did so well for me yesterday and stopped dead in my tracks when I heard her little whimpers and moans. Such sweet noises, making my cock jump to attention. My legs started getting wobbly, so I set the tray outside her room and put my ear to the door. I was never planning on walking in, until she said my name. I was a goner. I slowly opened the door and got the perfect view of her perfect virgin pussy spread open and glistening with her arousal.
Now we’re both in shock after she caught me staring. She snaps her legs closed and stares at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“Can I come closer?” I ask her as I close the door behind me and take a step forward.
“Wait…no…Asher, get out,” she stutters.
“Come on, Princess, I heard you. I’d love to join, but if you truly want me gone, I will respect you.”
I squeeze my cock, it’s painfully hard, but I’m not acompleteass. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable before she’s ready. If I push now, I may not get her later.
She squeezes her eyes closed and flexes her thighs before letting out a loud breath and staring at the ceiling.
“No,” she says. “I want you here. Just, I don’t know. It’s embarrassing you heard me.”
“Fuck no, baby,” I say, quickly walking over to her. I rip my jeans off and sit down on her bed in my briefs.
“What-what are you doing? You can’t just fuck me!”
“First, I never said anything about fucking. When we fuck, you’re going to be begging me. Second, two people can do more than just fuck even if they’re both completely nude. Now come on baby, show me how you play with yourself.”
She squeezes her eyes shut again, and I lean forward to place a hand on her knee. She jumps a little with the contact.
“Hey, hey,” I say. “How can I help?”
She worries her lip for a moment, and I can see the wheels turning behind her eyes.
