Asher (Inked Brotherhood 1)

“I want you,” I say, pressing my mouth to his. I kiss him and he moans in my mouth. I pull back. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Oh fuck...” He bends forward, his stomach muscles clenching, and his cock jerks. Ropes of white semen hit his chest, all the way up to his chin. His arm around me tightens, and he gasps my name.

He’s so gorgeous as he comes, his sinewy body tensing, every muscle leaping into stark relief, his strong legs quivering—surrendering to desire, giving in to his body. Great shudders go through him, forcing whimpers from his throat.

The expression on his face, the surprise, the pleasure, the relief—that’s one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.

Chapter Twelve

Asher

Holy fuck, this girl killed me. Literally.

Not that I mind. It’s a beautiful death. I can barely move. I’m a puddle of pleasure on the couch, desperately trying to catch my breath. Her small hand is still wrapped around my softening junk, and I have my hand on top of hers, keeping it there.

Maybe I should move my hand, allow her to release me before I start hardening again like a twelve-year-old. Her proximity can do this to me—and she’s still naked, all her luscious curves pressed against me, her pretty round tits with their rosy nipples almost in my face.

Come on. I can’t get hard so fast after this orgasm wiped me out, can I?

Pressure’s building again in my balls. Shit. Maybe I really can.

Down, boy. I’ll scare her. It’s unbelievable she’s still there. I don’t want to jinx it.

“You’re all sticky,” she says.

I snort. Sticky and gross, cum cooling all over my chest. “I need a shower. You, too.”

I pull her up with me and she comes gamely along, laughing quietly. Dizzy with happiness—the girl of my dreams is in my arms, naked and laughing—I drag her into the bathroom and start the hot water running.

She giggles when I draw her under the warm spray and she runs her hands over my chest, washing off the stickiness. I love the sound of her laughter. Her smile. Her shining eyes. Her wet skin, so smooth and perfect against mine.

Her scars. Her past and her sorrow. The whole of her.

Shit, I’m falling hard. Or maybe I already did, long ago. I’m addicted to her and there’s no hiding from it anymore.

Hell. This is scary as fuck. Naked or not, I feel cut open and bared to her, feel as if she can see right through me, as my thoughts are written all over my face.

And speaking of naked...

My thoughts flow out of my head when she presses herself to me. Her breasts are soft, their tips hard, and we fit together as if she’s made for me—warm and curvy, her face underneath mine so I only have to dip my chin to kiss her cute little nose. Then I bend lower to kiss her mouth and she shifts, her hands moving to my back, bringing us closer.

I gasp when my dick is trapped between our bodies. Christ, I can’t believe I’m hard again already.

She smiles, tilting her head to the side, her red curls bouncing. So pretty. So sexy. I need her so badly.

God, this girl will be the death of me. I’m in love with her rosy nipples, her lush lips, her wide eyes. Everything about her is perfect.

I kiss her, eat her up, smooth my hands over her every curve. I dip my fingers between her legs, making her moan and writhe. I lift my other hand to her breasts, massaging one nipple, then the other, and she bends back to let me.

It’s heaven and hell. I’m touching her like I’ve always dreamed I would, and she’s making those sexy little noises, keening and moaning—but my dick is fit to burst and I have no condoms. I need to bury myself inside of her, but no way am I doing it without protection.

So instead I focus on her, rubbing her nub, dipping my fingers inside her heat, bending down to suckle on her breast, until I feel her come apart. She cries out, shaking against me, her hands scrabbling up my back, and I hold her as she rides her waves of pleasure.

Totally addicted. I’m fucking nuts for her.

I grab her wrists, lift her hands over her head and nudge her with my body backward, until she fetches up against the shower wall. I hold her hands up there, watch her chest rise and fall. Lust mingles with a speck of fear in her eyes, and I groan with need, my dick twitching. My grip on her wrists tightens, and she moans.

It sounds like she’s in pain.