Endless Obsession

“You know how to line dance?” I ask in disbelief. There’s no way this man knows how to line dance.

He nods and smiles cheekily. “I do. Something else my mom made me do. I can tango, do the cha-cha, line dance, and damn near do any dance you can think of.”

“Oh, wow! That’s amazing.”

He chuckles and leads me to the outside of one of the lines. I pull on his arm to stop him.

“I’m still not sure I’m ready for this,” I mutter, shifting on my booted feet and looking around again nervously. The song’s already started, and people are moving in sync with each other. It doesn’t look too complicated.

“Trust me?” he asks, bringing my attention back to him. He asked me the same thing earlier, and my response is the same. I nod and step up beside him.

We’re just outside the line of dancers, so when I take a misstep, which I do a lot, I don’t mess up the flow of the other dancers. Asher is a patient teacher and explains each step. Once he teaches me the moves, I try hard to keep up with him. He looks so at ease. His actions are lazy, not in a bad way, but in a way that it comes naturally to him. He doesn’t need to think about the moves, his feet just guide him. I mess up, a lot, but we both just laugh and he shows me again.

By the time the dance is over, I’ve finally gotten them down enough to where I don’t look like a complete amateur. Another fast song starts and we decide to stay and try another. This one goes easier for me because I have the basics down. We’re lined up with the rest of the dancers, laughing and having a good time.

I’m out of breath, my feet are hurting, and my throat is dry when we walk off the dance floor. We go to the bar, where Asher orders us both another beer. I guzzle this one, and it actually tastes good going down my parched throat. I slam it down on the bar like I’ve seen so many others do in the movies.

“You’re supposed to do that with shot glasses,” he says mirthfully.

I shrug and smile.

“You ready to go?” He cages me in with his arms and starts nuzzling my neck.

I moan and barely get out a nod. His warm breath against my neck sends goosebumps over my skin. I turn in my seat, ready to jump down when his lips land on mine. The kiss is lazy and soft, but no less hot. I fist his shirt at his sides, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath. My center aches, and I want nothing more than to have Asher take me over and over again. He promised me a night full of love making, and I’m going to hold him to it. After tonight, we only have one and a half more days before we go back home to reality. I don’t know what happens when we get back, so for now, I want as much of him as I can get.

He pulls his head back, his lips glistening from kissing me, eyes blazing an emerald green. I liquefy in his intense gaze, my legs going weak.

He grabs my hand and stalks us across the bar, out the door, and practically throws me inside the back of the car. He barks for the driver to make it a quick drive. We buckle up, but his hands and mouth are all over me. Our clothes stay in place, but that doesn’t mean we don’t feel each other up underneath them. I’m panting, nearly out of breath, and I know the silk panties I have on are soaked with my arousal.

We stumble out of the car once we reach the hotel. He has a hold of my hand and takes determined strides toward the elevator. Once we step inside, he has me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his hips. The hardness of his erection grinds against me, and I feel pleasure in every part of my body. I arch my body against his hardness and fist his thick, soft hair. He groans against my lips.

The elevator dings and the door slides open. Asher walks forward, just outside the elevator, before my back is slammed against the nearest wall.

“Taking you right here, right now,” he grunts, and slips his hand between us. My panties are ripped apart, his pants are undone, and then he’s blissfully slamming into me.

“Ahhh!” I cry out, throwing my head back. It bumps against the hard wall, but I barely notice. He buries his head into my neck and grunts with each powerful thrust. My back slides up and down the wall as he slides my pussy up and down his cock. His tongue dips out and licks along my neck before latching onto my skin. He sucks, bringing blood to the surface, and I know a mark will be left behind.

My grip around his neck strengthens as his thrusts do the same. Asher is branding me with his fucking, and I’m only too happy to take it. Releasing my hold around his neck, I bring my hands to his shirt and try to work the buttons free. I want to feel his skin, to run my nails down his back, mark him the same way he’s marking me. When I become frustrated, Asher releases one of his hands from my butt and yanks at the material. Several buttons pop loose and ping to the floor. Next, my shirt is pulled over my head and my bra is torn off.

“Touch me,” he growls and lifts my breast to his waiting mouth, his hips meticulously still pounding forward.

My hands go to his pecs, where I rake one fingernail over his nipple.

“Fuck,” he hisses against my nipple.

His pubic bone nails my clit each time he pushes forward, sending shards of pleasure billowing through my body. What we’re doing is definitely not making love, but I love it just the same. This is raw and passionate, and so damn good.

I feel myself getting closer to the edge, knowing Asher is as well. I bring my head down to his shoulder and bite down to stifle the scream I feel building up. Asher curses and bucks his hips harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me that has my pussy clenching his cock hard and emptying me of all the strength I have left.

I sag against his shoulders as he relentlessly powers into me over and over again. Mini spasms rack my body. My heart pounds inside my chest and my breaths come out in rough pants. Asher groans in my ear, and I feel the jerk of his cock as he empties himself inside me. He leans his weight on me against the wall, like his own strength has waned. Moments later, we both slide to the floor with my legs still around him and him still inside me. We’re both slick with sweat as we sit there in silence as we try to catch our breaths.

“This is what you do to me. You make me lose all reason,” he says, his forehead leaning against mine, looking longingly into my eyes.

“You do the same to me,” I say, meaning every word. I never knew it could be like this. It seems so simple with Asher. Loving him will be one of the easiest things I ever do.

My eyes flicker open to the light shining through the big window in Asher’s room. A smile breaks across my face when I think about yesterday. I’ve never had so much fun in my life. My life, up until I start

ed working for Asher has been… for lack of a better word, boring. I was happy and content, but I didn’t realize how staid it was until I met Liv and she showed me how much of life I was missing. But the last two days with Asher have been breathtaking and exhilarating. I never knew he could be so open and carefree. There are so many facets to him I never knew existed. He’s not the same man as the one at the office. I just hope that he stays this Asher once we make it back. He wasn’t mean before, he was just quiet and withdrawn, opting to stay silently in the background. I want the funny and open Asher to stick around.