Page 29 of The Consequence of You
She gently squeezes my hand, and I find myself holding my breath to see what she does next. Her teeth tease her bottom lip as she takes a moment to process the situation.
She looks at me, and the second our eyes connect; I know she’s done fighting it.
Rising from her seat, she gathers her skirt so she can straddle my lap, and then she places her hands on my shoulders, before letting her weight rest on my lap. She must feel how hard I am for her, as she almost purrs as she settles herself down. She doesn’t need to ask how much I want this as my thick erection is answer enough.
The driver’s door opens and closes, and the light above the partition tells me he’s no longer in the vehicle. We have complete privacy.
With one hand, I remove my bow tie and drop it onto the seat next to us.
Callie moves her hands from my shoulders to the front of my shirt. Her eyes locked on mine, she unfastens one button at a time. It’s slow and tortuous, and I resist the urge to take over. Her fingers tremble as she gets to the last button.
She opens my shirt and runs her warm hands over my chest slowly. As her hands brush over my nipples, my cock leaks precum. She shifts her position, and I can’t wait a second longer.
I lift her off my lap and sit her back on the seat. I oweher an orgasm, and there is no way I am coming first again. Kneeling on the floor of the limousine, I run my hands up her smooth, bare legs, from her slender ankles up to her knees.
She watches me, her eyes hooded with lust, and it takes everything in me to keep my movements slow. Repeating the action, this time when I reach her knees, I gently widen them.
Her skirt’s still bunched up, and it allows me to have a direct eyeline to her panties. They’re black and sheer enough for me to see she’s as turned on as I am. Her breathing gets heavier as she watches me lick my lips in appreciation.
Reaching under her skirt, I find the waistband of her panties. She rises off the seat, helping me slide them off. I peel them down her legs, carefully lifting them over her feet, so as not to catch them on the heel of her ankle boots. Holding them to my face, I inhale deeply as she blushes crimson and looks away.
“Eyes on me.”
Her eyes shoot back to mine in surprise, her pupils dilated.
Oh, she likes that. She likes me telling her what to do.
“I’m going to make you come, and you’re going to watch as I do it.”
She nods. I shove her panties in my pocket. I have never kept a conquest’s underwear before, never wanted to. But I feel oddly possessive over hers.
Leaning forwards, I nudge my nose against her bare mound. Gently lapping at her swollen nub, I get my first taste of her and fuck, it’s exquisite. Giving oral pleasure has never felt as rewarding as it does right now. Callie tastes like a delicious nectar; one I can’t get enough of.
She tugs on my hair as she squirms against me, seeking out more friction, so I flatten my tongue and push it against her clit harder until she groans. Her thighs tighten around my ears, and I love how responsive she is to my touch. She’s seconds away from finding her release, but I don’t want this to be over quickly.
Pulling back, I blow lightly on her pussy. She shivers and then the sweetest thing happens. She calls my name.
CALLIE
“Asher.” I barely recognise my own voice as he hums in appreciation against my core. I don’t stop to think, instead, I lean into the wonderful sensations which have my whole body shaking in anticipation.
He’s so good at this. I shouldn’t be surprised. He strikes me as the kind of guy who always likes to leave a woman satisfied.
He alternates between licking me and softly blowing, and it’s the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt. If I dropped dead now, I’d die happy.
He licks me again but this time he follows it by sucking my clit into his mouth hard, and it’s like a switch has been flicked as I detonate.
My ears ring and my vision darkens as I come harder than I thought was possible. Waves of pleasure continue to consume me, and when they finally stop, and I open my eyes, I find Asher still kneeling between my thighs. His face glistens with my arousal, but instead of the smug look I’m expecting, he’s looking at me with a hunger that almost has me coming undone again.
It strikes me then that this is insanity. He followed meinto the limo and I should have ripped into him for the way he used me tonight. But instead, he said things to me that no one has dared say before, and, if I’m entirely honest with myself, he wasn’t far off the mark. I have been holding back since my mother died. It was a deliberate choice; one I have no intention of changing just because Asher Pennington called me out on it.
But this thing between us is nothing like what happened in my past. It’s like all the energy we’ve spent over the years hating on each other is suddenly being funnelled into this physical attraction between us. I don’t understand it, but maybe it’s not that deep.
People talk about sexual compatibility, and that’s all this is.
He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip. One thing is for sure, I much prefer him using his mouth for this purpose than for flinging insults at me. He adjusts himself in his pants, and any thoughts of trying to understand what’s happening between us are gone. Suddenly, all I can think about is what he’ll feel like inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I rasp.
