The sound I make is muffled, and it sets off a chain reaction in my brain. My nipples are hard under my dress, my pussy somehow wetter than it was when his fingers were inside me. Pleasure unfurls in my core, growing and stretching. It makes me shiver.
His fingers tighten in my hair, making me look up at him. “Look at you.” The harsh whisper slips along my skin, raising goosebumps. “Go on. Prove you remember last night. Show me how you sucked my cock till it was fucking dry.”
I do.
Closing my eyes is the only way I can, otherwise I’ll be pinned by that gaze full of lust, wishing that there was more, more, and more. I suck hard, pulling back to just the tip of him, rolling my tongue underneath his head where I remember him losing his breath. I remember the sight of his abs contracting, forearms tensing, hands in fists.
I don’t remember exactly what I did with my mouth to get those sounds, I just remember joy. Pleasure. Happy that I was making him feel good and knowing that he was going to do the same for me. But his hands weren’t in my hair like they are right now. He didn’t direct me.
Yanking myself back off his shaft, I look up at him, licking my lips. There’s no turning back from this. We’re already here. “Show me what you want.”
One eyebrow raises. This part of him bloomed fully last night. He didn’t hold back, and I remember loving that. Why? I’d never been with anybody like this before. Why was it so…arousing?
“If you want that, Rose, you need to tell me exactly what you want.”
I swallow, breath going short. Admitting it—asking for it is so much harder than just letting him take it. And he knows that. But it also makes sure that I want every bit of it.
And I do.
I have to swallow again before I find my voice. “I want you to fuck my mouth the way you want to.”
His hands tighten in my hair. “I’m going to do that, and you’re going to swallow every drop I give you. Then I’m going to fuck you against this tree where anybody can see us, and I’m not going to stop until you come loudly, no matter who sees us.”
Heat rolls through my body like I’ve been shoved into a fire. Oh, fuck. I shouldn’t want it. I shouldn’t, but I do. In response, I close my eyes and open my mouth, surrendering completely to this moment.
Asher grips my hair and presses the tip of his cock into my mouth. “You’re a surprise, Rose Brandt. A good one.”
Flicking my tongue out, I lick him slowly. I don’t want any more words. I just want him.
He slips into my mouth, catching the drift. He pushes in and in and in until I can’t take any more of him without letting him into my throat. I’ve never done that before.
Firm, steady movements of his hips thrust into my mouth. His cock brushes across my tongue, the smooth hardness of him slowly driving me crazy. “Don’t stop sucking,” he orders in a low voice.
I obey, sealing my lips around him even while he’s moving, sucking him hard, and I’m rewarded with a low groan. “Your fucking mouth, Rose.”
Asher grips my head, holding me still as he starts to well and truly fuck my mouth. Deeper. Harder. Until every thrust is bobbing against the back of my mouth, and his breath is coming hard and fast.
The sounds he’s making, the way he’s taking everything, is so fucking hot that I’m squirming on my knees, wanting more. Pleasure is fizzing under my skin. Has anyone ever come from giving a blow job before? I wouldn’t hate that.
He pulls himself roughly out of my mouth and looks down at me, running a thumb over my lips. “Breathe.”
I haul in a breath, waiting, slipping deeper into this delicious heat and impossibility. This time Asher widens his stance, firmly pulling my mouth onto his cock. Slow, deliberate thrusts, rolling his hips, building faster.
For a moment I imagine what someone might see if they stumbled on us: Me, my dress messy and pulled too high over my thighs. Asher, hands gripping my hair, ruthlessly fucking my mouth. The mental image sends a comet of heat towards my clit.
He doesn’t stop, one long groan filling the space between us before he comes. Heat and salt and power filling my mouth. I seal myself around him in time to catch it all—his words echoing in my mind. And swallow I do. Every single bit, and I lick him clean while he watches, no less lust in his gaze than when we started.
Pulling me off the ground, he turns me against the tree and places my hands on the trunk. “Don’t move,” he says. “You all right with me pulling out?”