He locked the dressing room door. Within minutes, the designer gown was on the floor and Asher was buried inside me. I’d never experienced anything like him. A man so primal. So raw with his emotion. He was strong and powerful. My heart never had a chance.
“Madame Karina isn’t going to like it if you defile her Oscar dress.”
“What about the dressing room?” His voice was flat.
I swallowed hard. Oh, God. What was he doing? His fingers rounded to the inside of my thigh.
“You don’t want to be responsible for an old woman’s heart attack.”
His fingers ran under my skirt, sliding under my panties.
I closed my eyes, leaning into the leather seat for support.
“No. I don’t.”
He pushed a finger inside me and I squirmed. “Or our driver’s,” I argued.
“The shield is up. He won’t know a thing.”
He sank another finger inside me, curling it upward.
“Oh shit,” I hissed.
He groaned. “Fuck. You make me hard.”
I smiled. “I do?” I reached out, feeling the erection stretching under his charcoal pants. “I can do something about that.”
I moved faster than he expected and landed on the floor between his knees.
“J.” He eyed me.
“What?” I teased.
I reached for the button and zipper on his pants. My hand moved inside until I clasped his cock and freed it. He sighed.
I leaned forward, tasting the tip with my tongue. His hands combed through my hair and settled at the back of my head.
I teased his cock with my tongue, swirling up and down his long shaft as if it were a lollipop. He jerked his hips when my mouth covered the head.
“Mmm,” I moaned, tasting the salty sweetness of his cock.
He thrust forward and I took him inside my mouth, adjusting to how big he was. He wanted to go deep. He wanted to hit the back of my throat, but I was out of practice. I needed to ease into it. I sucked hungrily, hearing him grunt with satisfaction each time I took him farther in my mouth. My muscles started to relax.
“I love it when you do that,” he growled.
My eyes locked on his as I mastered the final stroke and sucked him to the deepest part of my throat. There was a sense of accomplishment spurring me on as I brought him to his climax.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Oh shit, J.”
He jerked as I latched at the base of his cock and settled in to suck until he came. He pressed his hands into my head and I mewed into his groin, loving that I could do this to him.
His spine tightened and I knew what was coming. He grunted, as I sucked hard and his release sputtered, running down my throat. I drank without mercy, swallowing and gulping until he closed his eyes and sank into the seat.
“Shit. That was incredible.”
I wiped my mouth and crawled into the seat next to him. “I love doing that.”
He grinned. “That makes two of us.” Asher pushed himself in his pants and fastened them.