Fast Burn (Burned Duet 1)

I twirled my tongue against his, feeling the burn low in my stomach and the wetness gathering between my legs. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life, and all we’d done was kissed. He pulled away and I moaned, not wanting his lips to leave mine, but as soon as they pressed to the delicate skin on my neck, I let my eyes close and basked in the sensations.

“You smell so goddamn good,” he murmured, and I inhaled a breath, thinking the exact same thing. Asher had his own distinctive smell, and it was one I wished I could bottle up and take everywhere with me.

His tongue flicked against my earlobe, and I tried to press my legs together, but his body standing between them got in the way. “That felt amazing,” I whispered, my voice a breathy moan. He did it again, but this time his hands wandered over my body. His palm slid over the top of my thigh and his fingertips pushed under the edge of my jean shorts. He was so close, yet so far away.

“Take them off,” I told him.

He pulled back, his face level with mine. “You sure?” His nostrils flared as he stared at me, and instead of answering him with words, I pulled on the edge of his T-shirt, brought it over his head, and marveled in the number of tattoos covering his skin. There was barely any clear space, and I found myself tracing some of them, wondering what the stories behind them were.

“Now mine,” I whispered, meeting his stare, and he slowly reached for the edge of my shirt. I lifted my arms to help him and grinned to myself. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my clothes, but he didn’t know that yet. Not until the shirt was gone and my bare chest was exposed to him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. His hands grasped my waist, his fingers stretchi

ng all the way to my back, and I bowed to push myself closer. We were moving fast, but I also wanted to slow down so I could take him in. He was a masterpiece, one which I had no doubt took hours to create, but it was the smile on his face and his deep brown eyes which drew me in the most.

“I need to make sure you’re sure, Elodie. I—”

“I’ve never been more sure.” I placed my hands on his face like he had to me and pressed my lips to his. “I need this. I need you.” The six words fueled something within him because he dropped to his knees, undid the zip on my shorts, and yanked them off me. I was naked, entirely bared to him, and I’d never felt so sexy in my life. I’d danced on stage in scraps of underwear, I’d been touched intimately, and it hadn’t affected me, but one look from Asher and I was squirming.

His palms whispered over my skin, stopping at the top of my thighs, and he flashed me a wicked grin, then parted my legs. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, and dove between my thighs. He swiped his tongue over my pussy in one long lick and pressed down on my stomach. I knew what he wanted from me, but I was scared to lean back.

That was until he sucked on my clit, making my nerve endings go haywire.

I leaned back, my eyes half closed as he licked and sucked me. Slow and soft, then hard and fast. He drove me to the edge, then reversed back a little, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. I wasn’t sure if I’d survive. Finally, he sucked my clit and pushed two fingers inside me, curling them in just the right way.

“Fuck!” I tried to grasp on to something, but there was nothing I could hold on to, so I lunged forward and pushed my hand through his hair, wanting to push him away and pull him closer all at the same time. “Asher. God, Asher.” Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my entire body was rocked to the core. He eeked my orgasm out, his fingers pushing in and out until I slumped against him.

My heart hammered, my ears popped, and I wasn’t sure where I was anymore. Not until he stood, his stubbled chin covered in wetness. “That was the best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was deep and gruff, and I shuffled my ass at the sound. I’d had my mind blown and yet here I was, ready to go again.

I reached my hand out, trailing my fingers down his chest and to his belt buckle. His grin slowly disappeared, his mask slipping out of place. “I want to touch you,” I whispered, not sure why I was telling him what I wanted. I glanced down and undid his belt buckle, then popped the button and slid the zip down. I could hear and feel his heavy breaths, but I was trying to concentrate on the task at hand.

Slowly, I pulled his jeans down. He shucked his boots off and stepped out of them, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. His defined muscles jerked as I stared at him. He was a sight to behold. I could have stared at him all day long, but right now, all I wanted was to touch him. I let my hand drift over his thighs and halted on the scar covering the entirety of his left one. I glanced at his face, and bit down on my bottom lip, showing him I didn’t care about his scars. All I cared about was him.

“I got it when I was in the Marines,” he choked out, his eyes searching mine. “I—”

“You don’t have to explain,” I whispered, stroking my fingers over the scarred skin once more. “It’s part of you. We all have scars, Asher, but sometimes you can’t see them.”

“Where have you been all my life?” he asked, placing his large palm on the side of my face.

“Around.” I shrugged. “I’m here now, though.” I let my hand drift over the material of his boxers. His erection strained against them, so with a quick tug, I yanked them down, revealing his cock. I turned away from his face to take in my fill and sighed at the sight of him. A vein ran down the middle of his erection, leading to the head, and a bead of pre-cum glistened on the end.

“Jesus Christ,” Asher groaned as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I could only get my hand halfway, so I put my other hand there too. I reached my left thumb out and slid the pre-cum over the head, causing him to moan. “Just like that,” he gritted out, moving his hands so they were on the counter on either side of me. I used both hands and pulled up and down, going slow to drive him crazy. He’d taken pleasure in the way he’d touched me, and now it was my turn.

I leaned my head back so I could look at his face, and my breath hitched when his gaze met mine. He hadn’t looked away for even a second, and as I rolled my thumb over the head of his cock again, he lunged for me, causing me to let go.

His lips slammed down onto mine, his tongue darting into my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around his waist while keeping my ass on the counter, feeling his cock close to my entrance. All it would take was one thrust for him to be inside me. My fingers bit into the skin on his shoulders and I adjusted my legs, silently begging him to push his cock inside me.

He adhered to my silent command and pushed the head inside. I winced as he stretched me, but a couple of shallow thrusts was all it took to have me moaning up a storm. He pulled back, separating our lips, and pressed his forehead to mine. “You feel like goddamn heaven, sweetheart.” My skin burned at his words, and I didn’t look away as he pushed completely inside me. He paused, waiting, and then slowly withdrew and thrust back in. He didn’t let up his slow rhythm as he watched me, and I started to meet each of his thrusts, wanting—needing—more.

At my movements, he gripped my hips and sped up. He leaned back, so I did the same, and didn’t take my eyes off where his cock thrust in and out of me. Asher set a bruising pace and I loved it. Loved every second of it.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re pulsating on my cock.” I hadn’t meant to tense, but I could feel something happening. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, not until he pressed his thumb down on my clit and I exploded out of nowhere.

“Oh god,” I groaned.

“Elodie,” Asher gritted out, and I flicked my gaze to him, enthralled with his face and the way his body tensed as he orgasmed. His cock pulsed inside me, and it was almost euphoric to know I’d caused that. I’d caused him to orgasm. I’d been the reason he lost himself inside of me.

The seconds ticked by and he still hadn’t let go of me. In the back of my mind, I wondered what would happen from here. We’d stepped over a line we couldn’t go back over, but deep down I knew. I knew Asher wasn’t like everyone else. I knew he wouldn’t walk away, leaving me feeling like I was nothing but a body to fuck.