Spiked by Love(32)

I.e.—me.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that. We could only be good as friends.”

“But what if we’re great as both?” I ask, gliding my thumb along his lip. “I don’t want to convince you to do this, Asher. If you don’t want to—”

“Oh no, I want to, Ally. For real,” he says, capturing my hand and bringing it between us. When he places my palm against his hard cock, my heart jumps into my throat. “But he doesn’t think. He wants you, all of you, and he’d take you. Even my mind is like ‘Hell yeah. Get it, boy.’ But my heart, it knows that if this goes bad and I lose you, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“My heart, my pussy, and my brain are all in this.”

He swallows hard. “Because you have thought of me that way. I wouldn’t let myself… I couldn’t think that way because it freaked me out.”

“I know,” I say, stroking his jaw, but he doesn’t look convinced. “I am worried too, Asher, and I hear you. I’ve gone over and over this in my head for years, and it’s kept me from ever making a move on you. But when you became a pirate for me, even though it’s only temporary, I realized it’s worth the risk to see if this can be what I’ve always wanted. I guess you need to decide if I’m worth the risk for you.”

He gives me a stony look, shaking his head. “Ally, you’re worth everything and then some.”

Oh, the butterflies in my stomach are on crack. “Then what’s wrong?”

He takes in a deep breath, and his bottom lip presses into my top as his nose moves with mine. His eye slowly falls shut, and then he leans his head against mine. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just overwhelmed,” he says, opening his eye, and I can see that in his expression. He likes everything laid out. He meets a girl, and if he likes her, he sleeps with her. With me, it’s different. He knows he likes me, we have history, and I understand his fears. I shouldn’t be surprised by his indecisiveness—he doesn’t like to take a gamble—but I figured, with me, he’d roll the dice. He knows me. “So many thoughts are going through my mind.”

I cup his cheek, running my thumb along his lips. He leans into my hand, such a beautiful, blissful look on his face. “Like what?”

He grins. “About ninety percent are dirty, and the other ten are extremely cautious.”

I quirk my lips. “Can I say I think we should throw caution to the wind and take what we want?”

He inhales deeply. “Is it bad that I want to do that and not take you out first?”

I grin even though I’m biting my lip. “Not at all.”

“I take great pride in the fact that I’m not a fuckboy. And to take you out those doors right there into the stairwell where I will fuck you like no other is a total fuckboy move.”

I beam. “You can take me out there, fuck me seven ways to Sunday until I can’t breathe, die, and then come back to life, and even then, Ash, I wouldn’t think you’re a fuckboy.”

He fights back a grin as he runs his lips along mine. “Promise? Because you know, I wouldn’t dis—”

“Ash.”

His eyes are bright. “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Before the request even leaves my lips, his lips are capturing mine. Oh, thank God! While we kiss, he’s carrying me to the side door in a rush. I squeeze his hips between my thighs as our lips move together in unison. I didn’t even think I could be as fully turned on by a kiss as I am now. Asher holds me in one arm while he uses his other to push the door open. Once we’re in the stairwell, he presses me into the door, and I hear the click of the door as he tears his lips from mine, running them and his tongue along my jaw and neck. I let my head fall back into the door as I hold his shoulders, my whole body vibrating beneath his touch.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

I lick my lips as his teeth rake against my neck. “I took a shower and even washed my hair.”

He grins against my neck since we both know I’m lazy. “I’m so proud.”

I lower my feet to the floor, and then we’re undressing each other. My shirt goes first, and his jaw actually drops at the sight of my chest. “No bra?”

“I have nothing to contain.”

He scoffs, grasping my right boob with his palm. “This is a beautiful mouthful.”

I’ve always been a little self-conscious of my breast size—what girl isn’t—but under his gaze, I feel I’m more than enough. “Really?”

“I’ve always thought your boobs were hot,” he admits, squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My nipples are hard within seconds, and I take in a deep breath. I pull at his shirt, and he lifts it up and over his head, dropping it to join my shirt on the floor.

His chest is defined, with thick, coarse hair along his pecs and torso. I slide my fingers through the hair, and I’m breathless. I lean my head back again as his lips move with mine once more. He skates his hands along my stomach to my breasts, squeezing and cupping them as he leans into me. I can feel every single inch of him, and knowing that, at any second, he could be inside me, I’m starting to feel as if I’m not here. As if I’m on the outside looking in.

I need this to happen.

Now.

I run my hands along his stomach to the button on his jeans. I undo them, and it catches him off guard. He tears his mouth away, and his gaze burns into mine. I fight for my breath as I unzip his jeans. It’s difficult because I’m shaking so bad, but I want this. Our gazes don’t break as I push his pants down his hips. They hit the floor with a thud from his wallet in the back pocket. I swallow hard as I move my gaze down his body to between us. His boxers are gray, tight on his body, and there is no hiding his cock. It’s a long, thick bulge in his boxers.

Oh. Fuck. That’s Asher’s cock.

I take in a deep breath at the sight of him, before our eyes meet once more. He licks his lips as his thumbs catch the inside of the waistband of my shorts before pulling them down agonizingly slowly. It’s as if he moves with his hands, lowering himself along with my shorts. Soon, he’s face-to-face with my pussy, and within seconds, I’m terrified. What if I stink? What if he doesn’t like my aroma? What if he doesn’t like bare pussy? I’ve never in my life been this self-conscious naked in front of a guy.

But Asher isn’t just some guy.

He’s the guy.

I watch as his shoulders rise with his intake of breath and then lower as he exhales. He leans forward, and I hold my breath as his lips press into mine. He takes in another deep breath, almost as if he is inhaling my scent, and everything goes blank. My head falls back, and soon, his words meet my ears.

“You are driving me fucking crazy.”

I swallow hard. “Same.”

I feel his grin against me before the tip of his tongue moves along the slit between my lips. I sigh loudly, my body shaking, and I swear, I’m ultrasensitive to his touch. He coasts his hands up my thighs, pressing his fingers into my skin as his tongue slowly licks inside my lips. His movements are slow, tentative, as he tastes me, but when his tongue touches my clit, I don’t know if it was because of the guttural moan that leaves my lips, but gone is the nervousness, and he doesn’t hold back. He spreads my lips open and sucks my clit into his mouth. I come off the door, gripping the back of his head, which knocks his beanie to the floor. He holds me in place with his forearms, licking and sucking on my pussy like he’s never wanted to do anything else in his life. I can’t breathe. I’m thrashing against the door, and nothing in my life has ever felt so good.

When I come undone, I arch into the door as I moan his name. My body shakes with aftershocks as he laps at my pussy with his tongue, his hands sliding up and down my thighs. He kisses my pelvic bone then my belly button before capturing the back of my knee. He stands, towering over me, looking at me in a way he’s never looked at me before.

And I feel irresistible.

I’m so lost in his eyes and those three words almost leave my lips, but then he’s inside me. I cry out in surprise. He’s huge and fills me completely. He pauses midthrust, and concern fills his beautiful features. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

I shake my head quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck and arching back a bit so he can go deeper. “Not at all.”

His lips curve, and man, why did I wait so long for this? The way he looks at me… I didn’t even know I needed it the way I do. “You’re really gorgeous, Ally.” It’s pathetic to cry during sex, right? My eyes don’t listen to me, and they start to fill with tears. “Are you about to cry?”

I laugh. “I feel stupid,” I say, waving him off, but he captures my wrist.

I’m well aware of his cock still deep inside me—I’m sure he is too—but he reaches out to catch the tears that are rolling down my cheeks. “You’re not stupid.”

I swallow my sob. “This is overwhelming.”

He nods. “Agreed.”

“This is incredible,” I reassure him since I’m a basket case.

His lips curve even more. “And we’re not even done yet.”