His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) (15 page)

I hoped my mom wouldn't be too upset.  She knew that we were going to elope like this, but she didn't exactly know when or where it was happening, for security reasons.  I told her I'd tell her later.  Asher promised my dad that he'd make it up to him, too.  I didn't know what that meant, but my dad seemed fine with it.

I hadn't told any of my friends.  I'd briefly talked with Asher's mother, but she seemed very indifferent and nonchalant to the entire thing; though in a good way if that made any sense?  She said she was happy for us, but she understood if we didn't want to make a big deal out of our wedding.  As long as we were happy together, that's all that mattered to her.  I thought that was nice.

So that's how I ended up in this situation, which was to say...

"Asher," I said, breathing hard.  "Asher, be careful, my dress."

"I don't care about this dress," he said.  "I want it off of you.  Now."

Well, who was I to protest?  Still, um... he needed to be patient!  I thought he was just going to give up and rip my dress off of me, but he finally gave in and acted a little more civilized.  Sort of, not quite.  He let me unzip it and shimmy off of it, but not without fighting against me in every conceivable way.

This wasn't how you took off a dress, first off.  He had me draped across our bed in our room at the bed and breakfast, laying on my back.  I somehow managed to wriggle to the side and unzip my dress, and pull it somewhat down my shoulders, but even that was an awful chore.  Asher explored my legs, up, up, further, diving beneath the skirt of my wedding dress until he found my panties.  I wore stockings and garter belts for this special occasion, but he didn't even bother looking at them, oh, no.

He practically ripped one of the garter belts away so that he could better have access beneath my panties.  The thin stretch of fabric snapped against my bare thigh right above my stocking-covered leg, the clasp slapping hard against my skin.  I shrieked at the unexpected pain of it, even though it didn't hurt that much.  It just startled me, and... well...

Asher startled me once again.  He pulled my panties aside, stroking his fingers up and down my slick sex.

"Fuck," he said.  "You're wet for me already."

"Asher, you're molesting me," I yelped.  "At least let me get my dress off first!"

"No," he said.  "Get the dress off, but I'm not going to stop."

As soon as he finished, before I could try to convince him otherwise, he drove two fingers inside of me.  Yes, I was aroused.  I mean, he'd all but carried me up the stairs to our bedroom, then thrown me on the bed, raining passionate kisses on my lips, cheeks, to my neck... he'd pulled off my heels and flung them against the wall without a care, kissing my stocking-covered toes, up my legs, to the back of my knee.  All while I writhed and wriggled, laughing, trying to get my dress off, trying to open myself up to him, trying to...

"Mr. Landseer," I said.  "I hope you realize—"  Oh fuck, he pushed into me harder, making my eyes roll into the back of my head for a second.  What was I saying?  Um... "—this... hard, it's... Asher..."  I finished with a whine and a moan, unsure about anything I'd just said.

"Mrs. Landseer," Asher said, a counter to my protests, slipping his fingers out of me.  "I hope you realize you're far—"  He thrust them back in, sending my mind reeling.  "—too—"  And now out again, slow, languorous.  "—overdressed for what I want to do with you!"

At that, he shoved my panties aside entirely, revealing my bare sex to the cool air.  Or, the air was cool, before Asher dove under my skirt.  His hot breath washed against my warm, tingling skin, sending my heart aflutter, stomach roiling in some anxious, ecstatic mess, my entire body pulsing and pounding with anticipation.

His tongue tapped gently against my pubis, licking a curved line from the top of one of my thighs to the top of the other.  He lifted my leg easily, then started licking and sucking at the curve of my skin just between my inner thigh and my slick core.  Oh, I wanted him to go further, further to the side, further towards the center of my body, further towards...

He growled into my skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh of my thigh with his teeth.  "The dress, Mrs. Landseer," he said.  "Get it off.  Now."

Oh God, Asher was becoming an animal, or he was already an animal.  I'd read books like this, but I didn't think my husband was a werewolf, or at least I hadn't thought it before now.  I half expected to look under my skirt and see some bristled beast of a man, eyes yellow and predatory, glaring at me.

His eyes weren't yellow, though.  He was somewhat bristled, having shaved the night before instead of this morning.  And he definitely had a predatory look, but he most certainly hadn't suddenly become a werewolf, at least as far as I knew.

"Asher," I whimpered as he toyed with the skin of my thigh with his teeth.  "I will, please, I... I will, just..."

He moved away and then lifted me up and off the bed in one single, swift motion.  His hands found the halfway pulled down zipper on the back of my dress, pulling it down all the way to the small of my back.  I helped him quickly pull the dress down my shoulders, my arms, off, the bodice falling away.  That was it, though; that was the end of Asher's gentlemanly consideration.  He tossed me back on the bed again, dug his fingers into the waist of my dress, and wrenched the rest of it off.  I swear I heard a rip, or I thought I did, and then, um... well, that was it.

I lay on the bed in front of him, wearing only my matching white bra, panties, both stockings, one garter belt laying limp across my inner thigh, connected only to my stocking.  Asher stared at me with lusty appreciation before pouncing on me.

His lips covered mine, greedy and intent.  I opened my mouth to kiss him back, but inadvertently gasped instead.  Taking advantage of my open mouth, he claimed my lower lip as his own, sucking and nibbling on it.

His knee pushed hard against my crotch.  He hadn't bothered to pull my underwear back in place before helping me rid my body of my dress, so the fabric of his pants ground roughly against my smooth, bared sex.  My slick arousal coated a line up and down his pants, from his knee to the middle of his thigh, as he pushed and pried my legs apart.

Without warning, nor, apparently, without caring about my intimate lingerie, he wrapped his fingers into the cup of my bra and pulled down roughly.  The covered underwire grazed across my skin before giving up and revealing my breast to the madman I'd married.  Asher said that our marriage hadn't changed anything for him, but I felt like that was absolutely wrong; I felt like he'd gone insane with lust.

He let loose my lip and dove directly towards my nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, between his teeth, his lips.  I let out a cry, lust mixed with pain, desperate for... for what?  I didn't know if I wanted to escape from him or give in to him.  Maybe a little of both?

My fingers scrambled to undo the buttons of his shirt.  He'd already tossed his jacket aside before deciding to make good use of his new wife, so we had that part out of the way.  Somehow I managed to undo them all, but the situation didn't change much after that.  Asher simply kept his shirt on, without any of the buttons done.  I stared at his muscled chest and abs for a moment before unforeseen pleasure forced me to close my eyes.

He had his hand between my legs again, digging and prying at my slick folds.  One finger inside of me, pumping in and out, fast, my arousal coating it.  Then another.  Fuck.  This was...

"Asher," I whispered and whimpered.  "I'm here.  I'm not going anywhere.  You can calm..."

"No," he said, breathing hard against my cheek.  "Jessika, I want you so much I can barely stand it.  I want to be rough with you."

He hesitated for a second, somewhat.  At least I had a chance to breathe now!  I could breathe before, but everything was so fast and sudden and... and fast.  Doubly fast.  I felt like I could barely keep up, but to be honest I didn't know if I wanted to keep up, either.

"What do you want?" I asked, cupping his cheeks in my hands, making him look at me.  "Tell me what you want.  I want to give it to you, too.  I want you just as much, but I just think maybe we should get you out of your pants first."

He laughed at that, a goofy, silly grin slipping through his otherwise serious and urgent demeanor.

"I want to have a baby with you," he said.  "I want to make a baby with you.  I want to fill you with my seed.  I know it'll take time, but I want to know, right here and now, or later, whenever, that this time, or that time, that we gave everything, all of our selves, our bodies, our hearts and our souls, into having a baby together.  In a month from now, or a few months, whenever it happens, I want to be able to remember the exact moment that I got you pregnant.  I want to be able to remember how I felt when I was on the brink or orgasm, and then right when I came inside you.  I want to remember all of it, and then when I see you, your stomach just barely beginning to bulge, when I touch you, feel your new mother's curves, I want to know that it was me."

I smiled at the silly, excited look on his face, then I kissed him quick.  "Well, it's certainly not going to be anyone else's child but yours," I said.

"Mine!" he said, practically growling the word.

"Yes, yours," I said.  "You, Asher.  Caveman.  Take me.  Wife?"

He laughed and kissed me softly.  "Your wish is my command, Mrs. Landseer."

"Just please take your pants off first.  I don't want your knee or your hand anymore, Asher.  I want you inside of me..."

He pulled away from me and did as I asked, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then letting them fall to the floor.  He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks, and stepped out of his fallen pants.

"What do you want inside of you?" he asked, coy.

"You," I said, grinning, mischievous.  "I want your cock, Asher.  How does that sound?  I want your cock deep inside of me."

"And then what?" he asked.

"I want it so bad, so deep.  I want you to pump and thrust and drive your hard cock in me.  I want you to cum inside of me.  I want you to make a baby in me, Asher."

"Our baby," Asher said, grinning.  "Yours and mine."

"Ours," I said.  "I do, Asher, I want it so much."

"Me, too," he said.  "Do you know what else I want?"

"What?" I asked, suspecting but unsure.

"You," he said.  "I want you.  All of you.  And I'm
going
to have you, Jessika."

"Take me," I said.  "I'm yours."

He dropped his underwear, revealing... oh God.  I'd seen Asher erect on more occasions than I could honestly count, and um... well, he was quite a bit more erect at the moment.  His cock bounced to attention, the tip glistening with a generous, insatiable amount of precum.  He watched me staring at his erection for a second, grinning at my dumbfounded look.

I mean, sex, um... yes?  Yes, sex.  I enjoyed sex.

That was the last thought I had before Asher returned to me on the bed.  He crawled up my body, covering me with his tight muscles, his demanding strength.  Without a word or a thought, he pried my legs apart, lifted me up and pulled me closer to him, pressed his mouth to mine, and thrust perfectly inside of me.  Usually we had a little more pretense than that, but today was not a day for waiting, for hesitating, for contemplating.  We'd done all of that already.  We'd planned this, went through this.

I was Mrs. Jessika Landseer now, wife to Asher Landseer, and we were trying to have a baby together.

Asher slammed hard into me, sending me bouncing and reeling across the bed.  He pushed me, with his cock and the rest of his body, until my head pressed hard against the pillows.  The headboard rebounded, snapping between us and the wall, but someone had the foresight to keep it, just so, away from the wall enough that couples could more than enjoy themselves without alerting anyone nearby.  Or, sort of.

The bed still rocked and creaked beneath us, mattress and springs groaning beneath our lust-filled abuse.  Asher's body pounded hard against mine, filling the room with slap, slap, slapping sounds.  I pressed and gripped against his cock, my arousal-slick sex adding slippery shlicking sounds to the orchestra of ecstasy building all around us.  Rock, creak, groan, bound, slap, shlick...

But there was no hard smack of wooden headboard slamming against the wall, which was probably a good thing because we were making more than enough noise otherwise.  Asher grunted and groaned into my lips, barely able to hold some semblance of a kiss between us.  I gave up and buried my face into his cheek and down towards his neck, opening my mouth to let out a loud moan into the flesh of his throat.  He swallowed hard suddenly, and I could feel his throat move and work beneath my lips and my tongue.

"Fuck," Asher said.  "I'm sorry, but I hope you're close or you want to go again after this, because I'm too worked up, Jessika."

"Yes," I said.  "Yes, yes.  Asher, it's alright.  It's fine.  I... please.  Cum.  Cum for me, baby.  I want it.  Inside me.  I want you."

"I want you, too," he said.  "Soon."

I squeezed and clenched against his cock as he rocked and pounded into me harder and harder.  I didn't know what had come over him, what had forced this man—my man, my husband—into this insane fit of unstoppable need, but I loved it.  The cloth of my panties grinded against my clit with each of Asher's thrusts.  My other garter belt snapped loose suddenly, falling free like the other one.

I wondered if anyone could hear us.  If there was anyone in the hallway, they definitely could.  Were they listening?  That sounded weird, but a part of me thought it'd be exciting and the other part thought it would be horrifying.  I didn't have time to consider the latter, because the former took over.  I was close, so close.  Very very close...

Asher pushed hard into me one final time, holding himself there.  I felt his cock surge and swell inside of me before letting loose and filling me with his strong, fertile seed.  Yes... yes, this.  I needed it and I wanted it.  I clenched against him harder.  He rocked his body back and forth, rubbing his pelvis against the cloth of my panties and my clit.  That was enough; I only needed a little more.