Unfriended(Love in New Highland Book 1)(44)

I smothered a laugh. "And squirrels and fiber arts keep me hard, how?"

"Slugs!"

"What the hell?"

"They're long and slimy."

"You're not taking this seriously, girl."                       
       
           



       

"Cucumbers."

"Wrong sex."

"Orchids. That's it, Asher! Orchids are erotic. Penetration equals orchids. It's perfect."

"How about Chardium Condium," I said. Her eyes laughed up at me. And  suddenly I was hard as a rock. "God, I need to fuck that pussy of yours.  Are you still wet for me?"

Her expression sobered that fast, and then she gasped as I probed her. She was still slick, but killer tight.

"Good, good girl, Sloane, staying ready like that."

A new condom went on, and not a single inorganic compound entered my  head. In moments I was poised at her entrance, propped over her, staring  intently into her eyes. "This might hurt the first time."

She shook her head, not in denial, though. "Do it. Come on. I can't wait anymore."

"Slowly." I gritted my teeth and pushed forward, the head of my cock sinking easily-deceptively so-into her wetness.

Oh, fuck me.

I was right. She was achingly tight.

I grunted, driving in deeper, every new millimeter relishing the squeeze. Then she winced, and I stilled.

Okay. She might be narrow, but she could take me. This was the  culmination of a lifetime of fantasies and of course it would be fine.

I just had to be patient.

While her hips tilted up to receive me even as she flinched.

"Sh, easy, take it easy, no hurry," I lied. Shaking with the effort not  to violently ram up inside her, I dipped low, kissing her cheek, lips,  jaw. "Hi, Sloane. This is nice."

White lie. It is not actually nice being inserted barely two inches and not being able to drive forward.

"It is," she breathed.

I waited. Then:

"Can you take a bit more?"

"Yes?" She didn't sound too sure.

I knew I should hold off some more, but I seemed to have flipped on my selfish switch.

I inched up in there incrementally, by means of massive self-discipline and profuse sweating.

Her thighs tensed around me, staying me from going very far. Well, not  really staying me. It would be easy to ignore her feeble resistance and  fuck her hard.

But no. This was the fifth fundamental force I was dealing with, after  electromagnetism, gravity, and the weak and strong forces-the  drive-into-wet-pussy force.

Yet I was not a dick.

My cock did not rule me.

Well, yes, it did. But I'd fight the bastard to the end.

"How did you know it would hurt so bad?" she choked out.

"You said-it's been a while. I felt how tight you were around my fingers. We have t-motherfucker."

More than halfway in, her muscles clenched, her hips tilted in  invitation, her hands on my hips drove me forward. I should have known  better, but I lost it like a raw virgin. My cock had the reins and I was  grunting and plunging in.

Deep in.

All the way in.

Yes, oh fuck yes, what a blissful. Tight. Squeeze. Perfection. For cocks.

Oh, shit.

I froze.

Char's body had tensed into a rigid board. Her muscles were clamping my  shaft as a hostile invader. To me it was pure heaven; to her, agony.

Shit shit shit shit. I couldn't move, terrified to hurt her more. Yet if  I pulled out I didn't trust myself not to push right back in again.

It was unacceptable that our first fuck would hurt Charis like this.

I started counting electron shells.

"Asher?"

"Yeah." My voice croaked like a horny frog's.

"Omigod, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm good. I'm fucking peachy."

Her body relaxed ever so slightly. "Why do you not seem fine?"

"I'm trying not to hurt you any worse, girl."

"You knew? I didn't say anything." Her tone was awed.

"I'm psychic that way."

She sputtered with laughter. "Can you wait a minute? Maybe it'll get better."

"That's what I'm doing."

"I didn't think it would be so bad."

She sounded apologetic. I brushed her bangs out of her eyes, then  lingered to stroke her temple. "I'm kinda big." And you're exquisitely  clamp-like, I didn't add. And fairly soon, you're going to appreciate  both of those things …

"Yes, but the fact that you're so big shouldn't be a problem. I mean, so is-"

"What?"

"My vibe," she sighed in defeat.

I buried my face in her neck and kissed the pulse beating at the base,  laughing. "What did I tell you, hmm? Much, much, much, much-"

"Oh-oh, fuck."

There we go. I literally felt Charis's pussy revise its opinion of the  battering ram inside her. Her inner muscles slackened, still tight but  now rippling and massaging me. And her head had lolled back and her eyes  were at half mast, and damn, I was absolutely positive now this was  going to rock.

My tension eased. Everything was back on track.

From this point on, she was going to love this as much as I was.                       
       
           



       

"Right, Sloane," I said deep in my throat. "It's time to sit back, relax … and be fucked like you've never been fucked before."





CHAPTER 25





Two Years Ago-The Night Before An Exam He Aced



Charis: What is the most egotistical thing you've ever said?

Asher: What are you talking about? I'm never egotistical.

Charis: Oh. My. God.

Asher: Seriously. I'm not.

Charis: Asher, m'lad, you are the very definition of the spoiled  youngest sibling. Everybody fawns over you. Everybody loves you. You get  treated like a minor god. Do not even pretend you don't act like one.

Asher: What does that have to do with anything?

Charis: Everyone's always telling you how amazing you are.

Asher: So?

Charis: So … if I asked you how good you are at swimming, what you would say?

Asher: I own the pool, Sloane. You know that.

Charis: And if I asked you how good you are at running, you'd say …

Asher: I hold two track records. What exactly is your point?

Charis: All right, all right. Let me rephrase the question. What are you best at?

Asher: That's a tough one.

Charis: I rest my case.

Asher: Hey, I'm crappy at yoga.

Charis: You've never done yoga.

Asher: Which is why.



Charis



BE FUCKED LIKE YOU'VE never been fucked before.

Okay, this was seriously unreal.

This man, this familiar and formerly inaccessible man, was kneeling  between my legs, connected to me in a strange, intimate, grown-up way,  looking at me like I was a feast he'd been anticipating all his life …

How had this happened again?

I felt high. Well, I've never actually been high. I smoked weed one  memorable time, but I've never done any of the hard stuff. The idea of  getting high loses something when your parents do it regularly. But like  I imagine it must be.

He was grinning, a cocky, just-wait-I-have-a-big-surprise-for-you grin. I  felt like a little girl who'd been promised the most giant swirly  lollipop in the candy store.

He was my best friend, possibly the person who cared about me most in the world.

And he was the man who wanted to fuck me hard. That was obvious.

Yet the kisses he kept brushing over my neck and jaw were so sweet and  warm. His firm lips, softening on my skin, slightly moist, slightly  cool … the little licks of his tongue … his little savoring "mmm" sounds … it  all made me feel teased and adored.

And inside, I was hurting, good and bad. Mostly good. The ouch factor  was still there, but his shaft was doing this powerful pulsing thing I  liked.

Did I mention that size-wise, he's a bit much?

I've spent more than my fair share of time sneaking peeks at Asher's  body. It's one of my bad habits. That and picturing him in all manner of  swimsuits-or without all manner of swimsuits-while finding relief for  myself in bed. So bad, I know. Why couldn't I picture Colton Haynes or  Alex Pettyfer like a normal human being? Or better yet, why couldn't I  find another man to get busy with?

I've tried. But my heart isn't in it, and I have to admit to turning  away a few dudes I might have been attracted to in another life.

I had an ideal in my mind, and that ideal matched Asher.

What I could see of him.

Unfortunately, I'm not what you'd call an expert on male anatomy. There  are lots of places I can look at dick pics, but can I just say … ew? And  videos … porn just makes me curious as to what's really going on while  they're waving their various penile objects about.

So whenever I envisioned Asher naked, I only had this vague idea of what the reality was underneath his clothing.

I'd touched him the other day, but you see I'd been in a kind of shock  and not all in attendance. I knew he was big, but I hadn't caught the  whole panorama, if you catch my drift.

Just now when he'd stripped, I saw. I saw beyond his drool-worthy proportions to the whole man.