Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2) (26 page)

“Jesus, I wanted you so damn bad, Alyse. I wouldn’t talk to Conn for days afterward.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Why?”

He draws a line from the edge of my eyebrow down the curve of my face, watching his finger descend. It’s intimate. I like the way it makes my stomach flutter. “Because I selfishly wanted to be the first man you took inside you. I don’t like that someone else has that part of you that was supposed to be mine.”

Swallowing hard, I let his words sink into my skin, enjoying the tingle as they race through my veins straight to that dark, wet place in my core.

We never talked about whether I was a virgin or not, but like everything else about me, I guess Asher knew. I tried to be brave that day, tried to be grown-up. He was a man, after all, and I was just a silly teenager, but I wanted him so bad I’d ached for days afterward with unquenched lust. I had a giant crush on Asher, even thought I was in love with him.

Maybe I was. I think maybe I’ve been a little in love with Asher Colloway for the last eight years, a part of me still with him even when I was with Beck.

Silently, he positions me so my back is against his chest, draping my legs on the outside of his, which indecently opens me up. I don’t protest. I can’t. I want to wade into the warm, scandalous waters he’s leading us to. I want Asher to own me completely. I want to please him.

I want this more than I ever thought possible.

Leaning forward, he snags his own cocktail, but instead of drinking, it hangs loosely from his deft fingers. His free hand crawls up my torso, cupping my aching breast. Short nails scrape across my hardened nipple and my head falls back, resting against his shoulder.

“Even back then you’d crawled under my skin, Alyse.” His voice is soft, seductive, luring me to sinfully wicked places. “You were like a sliver, and I didn’t realize until I saw you again that it had never come out. You’ve been buried inside me for years.”

He pulls down the low neckline of my stretchy dress, exposing my breasts for anyone who cares to walk by and see. My stomach free falls, my eyes drift closed on a moan, and my pelvis starts to move against the raging hard-on twitching in the crack of my ass. I feel drunk on uncontrolled want that’s burning like an inferno inside me.

Whoever thought I would want to be taken in a place where anyone could watch? The thought never crossed my mind. But that’s all I can think about as Asher rolls his chilly glass against an uncovered erect nipple leaving its cold condensation behind, pulling a gasp from my parted lips.

His lips graze my ear as he speaks, creating a chill that runs down the length of my spine. “When I’m with you, inside of you, I know you were created just for me. You’re a part of me I didn’t know was missing until I had you again. I think even back then I recognized you were mine, but I was too young and foolish to understand. I should have never let you go, Alyse. I should have pursued you.”

His low, raspy confession slowly unravels me, blowing down every last defense I’ve built to keep people out like a poorly constructed house of cards.

Setting his drink on the bench to the side of us, he runs his strong hands up my bare thighs, spreading his wider, which opens me further. He reaches the junction of my thighs, but stops.

I can just imagine what I look like.

My full breasts falling out over the top of my dress.

The hem pulled up practically to mid-hip, displaying my drenched pussy.

Passionate desire tightening every inch of my face.

“Tell me you want this.” His choppy hot breath washes over the column of my neck. I feel his chest heave behind me.

I am nothing but a hot mess of coiled want and need.

My nipples burn.

My sex aches.

Every nerve ending is a live wire.

“God, yes. Yes,” I beg. “Please, Asher.”

“Somebody could walk by. See you splayed out for my pleasure.”

“I don’t care. Touch me.”

“Fuck, baby. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re
mine
.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.” His thumbs have been slowly drawing circles on my inner thighs, driving me absolutely mad with longing, and no amount of squirming is moving them closer to ease my ache.

“So bossy.”

“Your body loves it, baby. Say it.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours. I think I’ve always been yours,” I breathe.

His hand loosely grips my throat, thumb turning my head to face him. I blink fast, trying to clear the sexual thrall I’m drifting in. “I may not have been the first man inside of you, Alyse, but I damn well assure you I will be the last.”

“Asher—”

“What we’re doing here? It’s part of who I am and I desperately want you to accept it. Accept every kinky, jealous, possessive part of me. But if you can’t, I would give this up. For you.”

“I don’t want you to give up anything for me, Asher. I love every single part of you.”

His eyes and nostrils flare at my indirect declaration, but he says nothing.

The hand next to my sex now moves and our moment of romance and emotional vulnerability morphs quickly back into a swirling ball of flaming desire.

I have to admit I haven’t quite followed Asher’s instructions to a “T” as I said I would. He told me not to wear any lingerie underneath my dress, so I skipped the bra, but I’m wearing a very special pair of panties, if you can even call them that. I think Asher will actually appreciate them.

With our eyes locked, I see surprise register when his finger finds the beads that run the length of my sex.

“What the hell?” he breathes, moving the hem of my dress out of the way so he can see what I’m wearing. “Fuck, Alyse. Where did you get these?” His fingers skim my hairless sex as he traces the two separate strands of black beads running between my cheeks attached to the skimpy thong. If he takes me wearing these, I know it will feel as good for him as they have on me all night.

Every step, every cross of my legs, practically every breath has rubbed these decadent panties against my clit, and Asher’s dirty words heighten my sexual need to almost volcanic proportions. I’m so close to erupting it will only take a light touch to make me explode.

“My favorite part of today was lingerie shopping.”

“Jesus Christ. I had no idea they made such sinful things. I’m going to buy you a whole drawer full.”

I smile, closing the scant distance between our mouths. He has me pinned completely against him and the thread of control he’s been exercising all night snaps. I hear it. I feel it.

Asher is as mindless with want as I am.

“I’m going to fuck you with these on,” he mumbles against my mouth.

“It’d be a shame if you didn’t.”

He groans and thrusts his hips up. “Legs up, baby. Relax your knees so you’re open to me.”

Oh God. I have never done anything so hedonistic in my life.

When I’m in position, Asher turns my head back forward, so he can whisper seeds of iniquities in my ear. His finger traces around the beads, which are coated thickly with my arousal.

“Remember I said I was going to corrupt you in the wickedest of ways?”

“Oh God,” I moan, trying to draw his wet digit inside me. I’ve never,
ever
been this turned on.

“Ruin you in the best possible ones,” he rasps before biting my earlobe.

“Jesus, Asher. Touch me, please.” He circles my clit, teasing, never touching, as if reminding me who is in charge.

“Tonight I’m going to do both, Alyse. I’m going to finger fuck you until you’re begging me to quench your ache with my cock instead. Then I’m going to take you so hard, I’ll be lodged inside your very soul for eternity.”

“I think you’re all talk,” I breathe, tired of being taunted. I’m seconds away from forcibly pushing his fingers inside me, using them like I did the vibrator the other night.

“Oh baby,” he chastises. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not gonna work. I’m the one pulling the strings here. I want you absolutely fucking blind with need.” I curse under my breath.

I am. My world has gone completely black.

He’s still holding my head with one hand, teasing my pussy relentlessly with the other. Forcing my chin up and to the left, he latches onto my neck, sucking hard. The sudden move causes my hips to buck, but the sadistic bastard anticipates that and moves his fingers back just in time before they’re impaled inside me.

“Asher, please,” I beg.

His hand briefly leaves my face and I gasp when I feel an icy cold cube circling my left nipple. The fiery cold wanes to numbness as he continues to circle the tightened bud, before moving to the other to give it the same treatment.

“Tell me I own you, Alyse.”

“You know you do,” I pant.

“Every single part of you.” So many sensations are occurring at once, my brain is short-circuiting. Cool water drips down the inside of my dress from the melted cube. Fire rains in every nerve ending. My sex aches to the point I don’t think a dozen orgasms will relieve it. And when Asher dips a finger shallowly inside, I swear I almost come instantly. I moan so loudly I know people have to hear it. “My God, I love how wet you get for me,” he groans, running my arousal back and forth over my labia. “The words, baby.”

My entire body is screaming for release. I’d say I was blue and hailed from Mars if it got him to do something. “Yes, every part of me. Please fuck me with something. Anything. I’m begging you.”

“So perfect,” he murmurs.

He must decide I’ve had enough sensual torture, because when his fingers finally enter me, they draw the pearls tight against my engorged clit, giving me exactly what I need. And with only three thrusts in and out, my world implodes into bright lights and falling stars.

His name drops like a prayer from my lips. I shudder uncontrollably in his arms, warmth and pleasure racing up my spine, down to my toes. I’m barely coming down from the first when another is upon me. Over the course of the next few minutes, Asher forces so many orgasms from me, each sharper and harder than the previous, I’m dotted in sweat and every limb is weak. My muscles feel almost atrophied I’m so wrung out.

As Asher shifts to unzip his pants, I faintly register voices getting closer. I should shut my legs, but I don’t. I should jump up and close the curtain, but I can’t. The only thing I can do is beg him to ease my internal ache with his cock, just as he vowed.

Now.

Voyeurs be damned.

Positioning us on our knees, he wraps my hands around the back of the wide leather bench for leverage, pulling my hips back so I’m completely open to him and anyone else who cares to walk by. My dress is pulled halfway up my back and my breasts are dangling free. “Whatever you do, baby, don’t let go,” he roughly commands in my ear.

Starting at my shoulders, he runs a hand all the way down the center of my spine, over my bare ass, lightly kneading. I can feel his eyes burning a path down my exposed flesh, heat seeping into each pore. I hear him whisper, “I love this perfect ass. Christ, you are an absolute vision like this.”

When his touch leaves me, I expect him to spread me and slide in, so I am not at all prepared for that hand to come back down with a hard
thwack
on my right cheek, spreading fire directly to my already drenched core. I squeal and jump, but his other hand steadies me, fingers gripping tight.

“Hang on,” his gravelly voice demands.

“Ahhh,” I cry out as he does it again and again, never too soft, never too hard, striking a different spot every time, making sure to cover each cheek thoroughly. With each slap, I feel the beads running up my center shift, rubbing against my back entrance and engorged clit. The sensation is heady, like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.

The smacks he’s raining stop suddenly and my entire body is on fire with want, all of it radiating from my middle. I have never been this turned on before. Who the hell knew a spanking could be so erotic?

He runs a single finger down the entire length of my spine, not stopping until he’s reached my sopping pussy, pushing inside with embarrassing ease. My need is spread across my inner thighs, clearly evident.

“My God, you love this, Alyse. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan. My hips are moving in time with the thrust of his finger, but it’s not enough. I need him. All of him.

He withdraws his wet digit, feathering it slowly back up the path he took earlier, taking a slight detour to rim my puckered flesh before continuing, leaving behind my trail of desire.

“Shit,” I curse low and long.

“I love your ass this shade of pink, baby. You ready to be fucked hard?”

“God, yes. Please. Now.”

“Such sweet begging,” he croons. “Makes me so damn hard.”

He positions himself against my drenched opening, dick tugged snuggly between the twin strings of beads and roughly enters me. I cry out sharply with each pounding thrust as worshipping words pull me further and further under his sensual enchantment.

He leans into me, front flush with my back. Fingers of one hand fisting my hair, the others digging into my hip, he drives into me so brutally I’m lifted with each pump of his hips. The scrape of his pants only heightens my sensitivity more. When supple lips find the curve of my neck and sharp teeth bite, like he’s marking me as his, I detonate.