That knowledge, combined with the taste of myself on his tongue and the deep strokes of his cock, set me off for the second time that night.
This time, my orgasm was less like a wave and more like a tsunami. It started in the pit of my stomach and slammed through the rest of my body with such force, my toes literally curled.
A scream ripped from my throat. My body bowed from the intensity as Asher increased his speed, and I felt his cock throb inside me before he came with a guttural cry.
He collapsed next to me, and we lay there during the come down, our bodies flushed with sweat, our chests heaving for oxygen as I tried to recover from what was hands down the best sex of my life.
“Your neighbor is going to hate us,” he said after what could’ve been a minute or an hour.
I’d lost sense of time. I was still floating on a high, my limbs weightless with exhaustion, but a laugh bubbled from my chest, nonetheless. “I thought the same thing earlier.”
Asher turned his head to look at me. “You were thinking of your neighbor while we were having sex?”
My laugh intensified at the insulted look on his face. “Only for a moment. I didn’t think she’d appreciate the headboard slamming.” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “Don’t worry. I was focused on you the majority of the time.”
“Thanks,” he said dryly. “You really know how to stroke a guy’s ego.”
But a glitter of amusement lit his eyes, and I couldn’t hold back a grin of my own.
After-sex conversations were often so awkward, but I could lie here and talk to him all night.
“I’m not going to make a dirty joke,” I said. “You set it up too easily for me.”
“Exactly. I love dirty jokes.” Asher shifted onto his side, and I sucked in a surprised breath at what I felt against my leg. “Among other things.”
“How are you hard again already?” I demanded, even as a tingle of renewed lust shot through me. “You just came!”
Laughter vibrated through the room. “Stamina. It comes with the territory.” His voice softened into smoke. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock clean.”
It was like he’d flipped a switch with those ten words.
The levity instantly vanished, replaced by thick, heady tension. A flame ignited in my core as his earlier words surged up in my consciousness.
Close your mouth, sweetheart. There’s plenty of time for that later.
Oxygen thinned, and I swallowed at the thought of taking him in my mouth. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he was still intimidating enough that my thighs clenched.
Nevertheless, I didn’t take my eyes off his as I rose onto my knees and straddled him. I hadn’t gotten to where I was in life without a boatload of determination and a certain taste for challenges.
Asher’s expression didn’t change as I grasped him with both hands and stroked him to full length, but his breathing visibly quickened when I rubbed my thumb across the pre-cum gathered at his tip. He was still slick from our previous activities, but I used the pre-cum as additional lube.
I twisted and squeezed, pumping him with long, firm strokes until his hips bucked and he let out a strangled noise.
The thrill of pulling that reaction from him pooled between my thighs. The squelch of my hands sliding over his cock, the way he fisted the sheets in an attempt to maintain control, the sheer heat and size of him…
“Enough teasing.” Asher’s steely voice halted my movements. “Suck my cock, Scarlett.”
Oh God.
My clit throbbed at the harsh command, and I didn’t bother protesting. Not when I was dying to taste him as much as he’d tasted me earlier.
My breaths left me in little pants as I eagerly swirled my tongue around his cock head. I whimpered with need at the taste, and my body buzzed to life at the sound of his groans. I kept my hands wrapped around him as I bobbed my head up and down and alternated between licking and sucking.
I smiled with satisfaction when his hands finally tangled in my hair. I worked him deeper down my throat, but I eventually hit a point where my gag reflex kicked in.
Fresh tears sprung to my eyes, and drool leaked from the corners of my mouth as I choked on half his length.
Asher’s grip loosened, giving me an out, but I paused only long enough to catch my breath before I dove in again.
Like I said, determination and challenges. I thrived on both.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Asher tightened his hold again when I sucked harder. I didn’t manage to take all of him, but he filled my throat so completely that my moan came out as a needy hum. “You drive me so fucking wild,” he groaned. “And you don’t even know it.”
My muffled response got lost beneath a loud curse and grunt when his orgasm hit. His hips slammed up, and I choked again as bursts of cum hit the back of my throat.
My vision blurred, but I swallowed hungrily, trying to keep up as he came and came until he finally sagged, and I let his cock slip from my lips.
I pushed myself up and wiped my mouth, another smile flickering to life at Asher’s expression of postcoital bliss.
“You look pleased with yourself,” he said, an answering smile in his voice.
“So do you.” I arched an eyebrow at his groin and earned myself a full-throated belly laugh.
We cleaned ourselves up, sliding from lust to comfort with an ease that made my chest glow. When we finished, I curled up next to him, utterly exhausted but satiated in a way I hadn’t been for a long, long time.
A companionable silence filled the room. Drowsiness tugged at my eyelids, but I didn’t want to sleep. Not yet.
Asher pressed a kiss on my forehead. “How are you feeling?” he murmured. “You need anything?”
