Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“Take me,” he says as he finally pushes inside me. His lips kiss my neck as he fills me.

I try to stifle my cries and moans.

“Scream, Sloane. Tell me how much you want this.”

I let out a cry of pure ecstasy that I’m sure is much too loud, but I don’t care because Asher told me to.

“Not yet,” he says as he thrusts inside me.

I stop screaming and go back to biting my lip and curling my toes to keep from coming. I’ve never been blindfolded before, but now that I am, I’m not sure I want to go back to seeing. Because losing my sight has made everything that much better. I can see with my whole body.

He moves again, and I suck in a breath, but I know I can’t keep from coming any longer.

“Come, Sloane.”

I do as he screams, “Fuck, baby!”

We both come, and then he collapses on top of me. He removes the blindfold as we catch our breaths, and we stare into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of fucking you, Sloane.”

I grin and bite my lip because I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of him either. And, as much as we are compatible when it comes to sex, we aren’t one in any other way. I can’t fall in love, or even lust, with him because this isn’t going to last.

* * *

We can’t keep our hands off of each other as we walk down the street to the closest café. One fuck isn’t enough to satisfy either of us.

“If your stomach hadn’t growled three times while I was fucking you, I would still have you in my bed right now, finding every possible way to keep fucking you,” Asher whispers into my ear.

I grin. “Then, we must eat quickly.”

Asher shakes his head as he drinks in my body again. I’m wearing a simple sundress that Asher packed for me. He brought one dress, one pair of jeans, one pair of shorts, a few pairs of underwear, and my toothbrush. Everything else, he said we could buy or make do without. And it seems that we are going to be spending most of our time naked anyway. So, I guess it doesn’t matter.

We are seated at a small table and have to break apart in order to sit down. But, as soon as the waitress leaves, Asher scoots his chair over so that he is sitting right next to me. He puts his arm around my shoulders as we both stare down at the menu that is in Italian.

“Do you have any idea what any of these things are or how to pronounce them?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Does it matter? We are in Italy. I’m sure whatever we order is going to be amazing.”

“I don’t think I care as long as I can fill my stomach and then get back to our hotel room,” I say, winking.

He laughs. “I am not letting us go back to our hotel room until we have at least had a chance to explore more of Venice first.”

I frown. “Then, you are going to have to fuck me in an alleyway because I’m not waiting past lunch to have you again.”

Asher’s eyes dart playfully from mine up to where our waiter is standing, looking at us with a bit of a shocked expression on his face. We might not understand Italian, but it is clear that he understands English.

“What can I get for you two lovebirds?” he asks, finally smiling at us after the initial shock of hearing me swear in front of him.

“Um…” I look down at the menu, not having a clue. I’m not the most adventurous person with my food.

Asher notices my expression. “We will each have a glass of wine. Whatever red you recommend for me and…” Asher looks at me, waiting for me to answer.

“White,” I say.

“White for her. And we will have whatever you recommend for our meals. Something with a bit of variety would be good. We would love to try as much as we can.”

“Excellent, sir. I’ll have the chef prepare a sampler platter for you.”