Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2)(78)

“You look so damn sexy, baby.” His soft lips brush the shell of my ear. His voice is gritty. Wicked. Full of longing.

I place a hand on his roaming one, moving it around to my lower stomach, right above the waistband of my dark jeans riding low on my hips. His hand slips under the hem of my sparkly brown halter-top, caressing my bare skin, before the tips of his fingers slide south underneath the denim.

Heat blooms between my legs and I moan, my head relaxing against his shoulder. People surround us, moving their bodies seductively to Rhianna’s suggestive words about stripping your clothes and liking it rough. I’m quite sure the dance floor is very visible from our booth, but I can’t find it within myself to give a damn who may be watching. I’ll be embarrassed later, I’m sure. But I’ll worry about that then.

“Christ, I want you, Alyse. Right here. Right now.”

I spin in his arms, drawing his dirty mouth to mine on a groan. “Yes,” I mumble against his wet lips, dragging his lower lip between my teeth before kissing him hard. He tastes like whiskey and mint. And sin. This is why I’ve never tried drugs. I have kind of an obsessive personality. Now that I’ve had a taste of Asher, he’s the drug I will never, ever give up.

Roughly palming my face, he angles my head just where he wants it and deepens the kiss. It’s brimming with urgency and dominance. I willingly acquiesce. Placing my hands on his waist, I press our bodies tightly together as he takes what he needs. Pulling back, he searches my eyes as if needing assurance and when I silently give it, he presses one last hard kiss to my lips before taking my hand, leading me through the sweaty, grinding bodies toward the back of the club.

Spotting a door halfway down the first hallway that says “Employees Only,” he pushes it open, pulling me inside behind him. I see him take a quick perusal before shoving me against the flimsy wood.

Alcohol and desire-glazed eyes holding mine, he makes short work of the stiff fabric that’s the only barrier to our mutual pleasure and seconds later, with my legs wrapped around his waist, he’s pushing roughly inside me.

“Fuuuck. I want to live inside your pussy,” he pants, pounding furiously, quickly chasing the heady rush we’ve both come to crave that can only be quenched with each other.

“Then do,” I counter, my breath whooshing out with each hard drive.

“This is mine.”

“I know.”

“Pinch your nipples, sweet Alyse.”

I comply with his demand. Pulling up my shirt and my bra cups down, I pinch and twist and knead, watching his dark pools grow darker, hungrier with each tweak.

“Hell yes. So hot.” Our eyes lock as he puts his thumb in his mouth, then reaches a hand between us, circling my clit with his wet digit. My eyes want to float closed, but I don’t want to shut the doors to my soul that only open for him. “I’m never letting you go. God I love you, Alyse. So fucking much.”

“I love you,” I pant, so close to the finish line I’m stretching to reach it.

“That’s it, baby. Come on me. I need to feel it.”

An intense climax hits me hard and fast, the euphoria of it firing through my bloodstream like a rocket fueled with nitrogen. I’m unable to keep my eyes from drifting shut or containing the broken wail that escapes as my pussy contracts around his stiff shaft. I know by the swell of his cock and pace of his hips he’s close behind.

“Ahhhh, baby…” He stiffens, his harsh cry chasing mine as he releases inside of me, the hot wash of his seed setting off another orgasm on the heels of the first. His body deliciously shudders against mine and I feel my walls pulsing, milking him dry.

“Alyse, Alyse, Alyse,” he pants repeatedly while we’re floating down from our sex-induced high. His forehead is pressed against mine, our ragged breaths mingling. My limbs feel warm and liquidy, my heart full and happy.

“I concur,” I chuckle.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

“You may change your mind.”

“Never. You’re all I think about. I’m obsessed with you.”

“I like your form of obsession.”

Chuckling, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips before withdrawing and tucking his still-impressive, semi-stiff arousal back into his jeans. Then he helps me up with mine. I would definitely need to make a bathroom stop.

“Why aren’t you guys at the strip club?” I tease, pushing his hands out of the way so I can finish putting myself back together. I had no idea what they were doing tonight and didn’t ask because I didn’t want to seem like the clingy, jealous girlfriend already. Deep inside I hoped it wasn’t that. No woman wants to know her man is getting an intimate lap dance by another beautiful naked woman, although they will almost certainly tell you she was a dog. Oh, and that she wasn’t completely naked.