“There is such a thing as friends with benefits,” I say.
His eyes flare with surprise. “Friends with benefits,” he repeats. “You fucking with me, Bri baby?”
I shake my head once. “Nope.”
“What kind of friends, with exactly what benefits?” he questions, releasing me and pacing around me so I have to turn around.
“Like the sexual kind. The fun kind.” Sex has always been fun for us. Fun and sensual. We’ve always matched each other that way. Always had a good time. It was a release from the world, and God knows we both need that.
“If you give that to me, I won’t be able to stop. I want you too much.”
“I like your honesty,” I tell him. “I’ve always liked that about you.”
“So … do you want to give it a try?” His voice is pure heat.
“Being friends with benefits?”
“Yes,” he says, “and just to be clear, that means that I would fuck you in this house tonight, Brianna. That’s what it would mean. I just want to make sure we understand each other.”
“We’ve always understood each other.” I step forward, moving his hand onto the clasp of my bra.
Asher pauses, but it’s not hesitation. He’s using the moment to memorize me. He knows this could be our only shot. He knows nothing is promised to us in life. He knows we haven’t agreed on a future yet.
He knows.
His fingers twist. The clasp of my bra unhooks, and he lets it fall to the unfinished floor.
Asher
The bra falls to the floor with a soft rustle and all I can hear is her heavy breathing. Her chest rises and falls with every deep inhale.
Every move I make is deliberate, from my fingers spearing through her hair and bringing her forward so I can take her lips with mine, to how the tip of my tongue slips along her seam until she moans and grants me entry. Deepening the kiss, I pull her body toward mine. One hand is still in her hair with the other on her hip. My thumb slips along the waistline of her pants and when she pulls back ever so slightly to breathe, inviting a touch of cooler air in the heated space between us, I work the button in the front and then slip her jeans down her legs.
I don’t hesitate. With her pussy practically bared to me and only a thin piece of fabric separating us, I lean forward and suck right where I know her clit is. I’m not gentle in the least, nipping at the lace fabric. Her gasp is joined by both of her hands flying to my shoulders. The jeans are still tangled around her ankles and she can hardly move.
Gripping her thighs to hold her still, I do it again.
“Asher.” She moans my name and I fucking love it.
In a quick move, I grab her ass and pull her down to the subfloor with me. The shriek she gives has a hint of humor that comes with the feminine laugh that makes me smile. She’ll be crying out my name soon, though.
With both hands I pull her panties down, leaving her bared to me. Tossing them and her jeans into the puddle of clothes beside us, I get on my knees and stare down at Bri. Naked and peering up at me with lust and desire, with confidence and wanting.
I fucking love you, Bri.
How many times have I said it? Not enough.
The confession stays silent as I spread her legs wide enough for my shoulders and give her slit a languid lick. Fuck. I groan into her heat and her thighs clench around me as her back arches. I suck and massage my tongue against her clit. She bucks her hips and I don’t bother to hold her down. I love what I do to her.
“Already wet for me, Bri baby?” I murmur and she stares up at me with flushed cheeks.
“I’m close already.” Her admission is breathless.
Bracing myself with one hand and towering over her, I push two fingers inside of her and curve them, stroking that sweet spot of hers.
“I know just how to get you off,” I tell her as her head falls back and her neck arches. The unfinished kitchen is expansive and filled with her moans as I bring her closer to the edge.
Just as her toes curl and her bottom lip drops, I pull out of her, bringing my fingers to my lips.