Page 25 of Exactly What I Needed
“Asher!” I hissed as he knelt down and began slowly kissing my inner thighs. “I’m pretty sure that there is food out there.”
“But my favorite thing to eat is right here,” he growled. I clenched my teeth and shook my head, squeezing my legs together around his head.
He chuckled, a deep, guttural sound, and the pressure didn’t seem to faze him as his fingers pulled my underwear to the side. “Spread, Princess,” he commanded. He inched forward, and I felt his tongue flick out, running it wet and warm over my throbbing center.
Tingles rushed through me, and I involuntarily thrust against his face. He hummed in delight, and my eyes rolled back into my head at the feeling. There was no protesting this. I wanted it, craved it, had been since that damned motorcycle ride. He was the one thing in my life that was solelyfor myself, and for whatever reason that I couldn’t understand, I couldn’t stop myself.
Relaxing the pressure around his head only slightly, I leaned back against my palms and spread wider. I wanted more. More.
He briefly pulled away. “Good girl. Now, don’t argue anymore.” His tongue reconnected as I moaned lightly.
“Mmmm,” I gushed as hot air escaped my chest. Whatever he wanted, I was putty in his hands. I knew he was doing this to win the argument that wasn’t totally an argument. And if I was being honest with myself, totally completely honest, having him come to my birthday party, even just as a band member, was exhilarating.
My body roared warm, and stars rolled around my vision, taking me into an entirely different dimension. Euphoria seeped through my veins, as slick as the pooling of fire within my core. Rising higher. Throbbing against the building pressure. He knew exactly what he was doing, and there was an entire side of me that no longer cared about anything else.
Through slitted lids, I glanced down at the man buried between my legs. His hungry gaze lifted to mine, drunk on his own ecstasy, and that was all I needed to burst.
Asher picked up my shorts and handed them to me, helping me gently down from the dresser. My body was warm all over as he licked his lips. A satisfied, lazy expression crossing his wicked features.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. A sly grin slid across his face.
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” I grumbled. “You’re still not coming.”
“I told you, we aren’t arguing about this anymore, and you agreed.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and I stepped into my shorts.
“You don’t understand,” I whispered.
“You could explain it, you know.”
Tugging my shorts up my legs, I looked at him. “Like you really care?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I paused, holding the strings to tie my shorts. “Right. Go ahead and keep pretending so when your next good fuck comes around, I won’t feel used.”
“My next good fuck? What does that mean?” His eyes widened, the smug bliss on his face washed away in an instant.
“You know. Your next hook-up. Your next sneaky link. The next target of your choosing that you want to have—”
Suddenly, metal clinked, and wood crashed against wood. Asher and I whipped our heads to the doorway as Tera came stumbling into the room. She paused, her eyes widening at the sight of the two of us. Her gaze drifted to my hands that hadn’t tied my shorts on yet, then back up to my eyes.
“I found them!” she shouted, shifting upright and holding onto the door frame. “They’re in here!” Tipping her head to the right, she raised an accusing brow.
Asher must have noticed and quickly cleared his throat. “Our band is coming to the party, no matter how much you fight this, Cosette,” he stated loudly and then walked proudly out of the room. I stared after his broad shoulders as he pushed past Tera and disappeared.
Quickly tying my shorts, I shoved my sweatshirt down and faced Tera.
“Sydney’s already puked once. If we don’t leave now, you’ll have to carry all three of us outside the house,” she slurred, swaying slightly.
“Coming,” I muttered and shuffled out of the room.
Chapter 10
The coffee sizzled as I poured it into a mug. Katie and Tera shifted quietly on the couch, still fast asleep even though it was nearly eleven in the morning. I heard a groan, and soft feet padded across the floor. Leaning forward on the island counter, Sydney squinted her eyes and pulled herself up onto the bamboo barstool.
I slid the mug across the counter. “Why are you being so loud?” she hoarsely grumbled, rubbing her temples. “And I want pancakes in an hour.”
I chuckled and turned around, opening another cupboard for a second mug.
