Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. I’m not sure how insulated the walls are, but I don’t want our neighbors to hear me.

Suddenly, I feel cold liquid trailing over my breasts, followed by his lips warming the liquid as it moves over my breasts. The difference between the hot and cold sends shivers down my spine.

“I want to properly enjoy every bit of your body, Sloane. I didn’t get the chance to earlier.”

I take a deep breath in and out. “I don’t know if I can wait until you have properly enjoyed every bit of my body.”

I feel his grin against the peak of one of my nipples as I squirm beneath his touch. I grab hold of the nape of his neck, trying to push his head down to fully take my nipple in his mouth instead of teasing me like he is. He does relent though, and I squirm as his tongue expertly glides over my nipple that is covered in the cool liquid.

“Fuck, Asher,” I say, my toes curling, as he moves to the other hard peak.

I feel more of the cold liquid over my smooth stomach, going down my body with his warm lips moving it around, igniting every nerve in my body. The liquid moves down one leg, and his lips trace the liquid down, making me come unglued at his touch.

“Don’t move,” he says.

His lips start moving down my inner thigh, and I can’t help but squirm.

“I. Can’t. Help. It. I need—”

But Asher already knows where I’m going with my moans. His tongue and lips encase my pussy as I moan and pray for him to never stop what he is doing. Never. Because I’ve never had a man move his tongue over my clit like this man is doing now.

I thought sex with him was good before, but now that I’ve had his lips on my pussy, I can’t imagine that my days of feeling like this are numbered. That I won’t get to experience this every day for forever.

I shake the thought away though as his tongue moves faster over my clit just as he slips a finger inside me.

“My God, Asher,” I say, barely able to get the words out.

“Don’t come. Not yet, sweetheart.”

My whole body tenses, trying to do as he asked. To not come until he tells me to come. But, every second, I inch closer to coming and not caring about disobeying him.

He must sense how close I am because he stops. And, suddenly, his body isn’t touching me anywhere. I take a deep breath in and out, in and out, trying to slow my beating heart, as I wait for Asher to touch me.

He doesn’t. He takes his damn time because he has more patience than anyone on the planet. He must have patience to have me naked, lying in front of him, and not fucking me immediately. I know he wants to fuc

k me just as badly as I want to fuck him.

I reach up, trying to touch him.

“Stop,” he says as soon as I move.

I do.

“Patience,” he says. “Trust me,” he whispers in my ear.

I nod a little, letting him know that I do, despite everything I know about him. Knowing how horrible of a person he really is, I do trust him. At least I do with my body. He has more than proven he is capable of handling that.

So, I try to be patient. I try to think about what adventures we are going to have in Venice. But, for the life of me, I can’t remember what Venice is famous for or even what country I am in at the moment.

All I can think about is Asher. His grin. His abs. His cock. And how much I want—no, need him to fuck me right now. Every nerve in my body is alive and on fire. Every part of me aches to be his. Every part of me is begging for him to do more. Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me.

Anything. Just do anything.

I hear him move. Barely, but I hear it. I hear him opening the condom wrapper, and I assume—no, hope that he is rolling it onto his cock.

He moves. He’s in control. He didn’t tie me up. I can move if I want to, but somehow, he controls me all the same. I don’t move because he told me not to.

I feel him climb back on top of me. I feel his cock settle in between my legs. I feel his breath on my neck. And I know, if he so much as whispered the word come, I would in a second without him even touching me.