Asher (Inked Brotherhood 1)

He looks up, his eyes hooded. As if he’s read my mind, he drags his T-shirt off, revealing that droolworthy chest of his. A bruise in his side catches my eye, but he starts unbuttoning his jeans, drawing my gaze to the fine dark trail leading down.

He slides his jeans down his hips along with his briefs, and good god, who could blame a girl for losing her train of thought? I’ve seen him before, but this time somehow feels different. There’s no hesitation as he bares himself to me and reaches down to stroke himself, his eyes closing briefly.

God, he’s drop-dead gorgeous—from his short dark hair to his muscled chest to his flushed cock.

Then his eyes open, locking on mine, and he gives me one of those devastating, sexy half-smiles of his. He produces a condom from somewhere, deftly tears the package open and slips it on. I want to tell him I’m on the pill, have been for a long while.

But he leans over me, stretching his long body over mine, and my mind goes sort of blank. His arousal presses, so hot, against my belly.

“You have no idea how pretty you look, naked underneath me,” he says softly, brushing his mouth over my cheek, along my jaw. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I want you,” I say, winding my arms around his neck. “But there’s something I have to tell you.”

He stills. “What is it?”

God, this is embarrassing. “I’ve never gone this far before.”

His gaze goes wide. “You serious?”

Heat washes up my face. Telling him I’ve secretly waited for him just sounds so very lame. “Yes, on both accounts. I’m serious. And I want you, now.”

Right as I’m starting to panic that I’ve ruined the moment, his eyes warm up. “I’ll be careful. I’m glad you told me.”

And then he’s pressing into me. He’s whispering my name and then he gives a little sudden push, filling me up. It’s shocking and painful and amazing at the same time. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my mouth until I relax again and the pain begins to fade.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice strained as he holds very still.

I nod.

He exhales and shifts, pulling out, pushing back inside. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

With each drag of his hardness inside me, the pleasure mounts—a throbbing, maddening pulse low in my body, a pressure rising to a breathless crest.

This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My hips lift and I clutch his back, drawing him deeper inside.

“Christ, Auds, fucking hell.” His teeth grit. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Good. Because that’s exactly what he’s doing to me.

Chapter Sixteen

Asher

I’m going to come here and now. Holding back isn’t an option—and yet I have to. I want to make it good for her. Shit, it’s her first time.

So I do the only thing I can think of: I pull out a bit and grab my dick, pressing the base and gritting my teeth to stave off the inevitable.

“Ash?” Her eyes are wide, a bit confused. She’s spread out beneath me, so utterly kissable.

So that’s what I do next: I kiss her again, kiss her rosy nipples, her neck, find her mouth.

Then I thrust inside her again, and fucking hell, every time it feels better. My balls are drawn up so tight it hurts and the pressure behind them is unbelievable. She’s velvety soft, hot and tight.

She moans and rolls her hips, robbing me of breath. Sparks shoot from my dick up my spine, setting me on fire.

“Auds!” I rock inside her as deep as I can and I distantly hear her cry out. She clenches around me and that’s my undoing. “Oh god, Auds.”

Oh fuck, I’m coming, her orgasm triggering mine. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids.