felt the least inclination to want to go to bed with any of them.
It seemed Asher had left his brand of ownership on her as indelibly as the tattoo that was now inked into her flesh.
“This is so fucking sexy,” Asher murmured as he moved farther down the bed, his fingers an arousing caress against the intricacies of her tattoo.
Lissa gave a groan as she arched up into that caress, her sensitive flesh seeming to burn almost as much as it had the day the tattoo was applied. As if the tattoo had become its own pleasure zone.
That pleasure intensified when Asher lowered his head and his lips stroked and his tongue licked against and over each sweep and curve of the red and gold ink.
Lissa’s fingers clenched into the bedclothes as her nipples hardened painfully, nether lips plumping and becoming slick with her juices, her channel aching to be filled.
“I’ll take it slowly next time,” Asher promised in a gravelly voice as he opened the foil packet and rolled on the condom before kneeling between her parted thighs. “Right now I just need to be inside you.”
Lissa wanted him inside her. More than anything. Any thoughts of all the reasons why this shouldn’t happen could come later. Much, much later…
“I need that too,” she encouraged breathily.
They both groaned as the bulbous top of Asher’s cock breached her entrance. Despite what he’d said, Asher entered her slowly, inch by pleasurable inch, careful to stretch those sensitive walls apart to accommodate his thickness and length, until his cock was fully inside her, filling her completely, his balls warm against her bottom.
“Okay?” He stilled above her.
“Oh God, yes.” It felt indescribably good.
Asher took his weight on his elbows as he looked at her. “You feel good.” His words echoed her thoughts. “This, being inside you, feels so good.”
“Asher…!” she groaned. Her hands moved up, fingers gripping his shoulders as he lowered his head to kiss and lick her nipples, before drawing one of them fully into his mouth.
The pleasure intensified as he suckled and laved her engorged flesh, Lissa gasping as he bit her nipple just short of pain, sending the pleasure coursing through her whole body before centering on her core. His hips began a slow and grinding thrust against her pussy as he continued to suckle her nipples in turn, pushing his cock deeper still, each stroke rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside her.
There was nothing else, only the two of them, lost in overwhelming sensations. The pleasure rose higher and then higher still, the walls of Lissa’s channel rippling, contracting, until she knew she was on the brink of an orgasm that was going to splinter her apart. Physically. Emotionally.
“Harder,” she groaned as she met each and every one of Asher’s powerful thrusts. “Oh God, deeper.”
“Lis— What the fu…?” Ash stilled and cursed beneath his breath as he heard the unmistakable sound of a loud pounding on the door to Lissa’s apartment.
“Ignore it,” she pleaded. “I’m so close, Asher. So damn close!”
“Asher!” The urgency of Ethan’s shout could be heard through the solid thickness of the door. “Open this fucking door. Now, damn it!”
Unlike Ash, Ethan rarely swore or shouted. Right now he was doing both.
Something had to be seriously, seriously wrong.
“No…” Lissa groaned.
“I have to,” Asher apologized as he carefully withdrew. “Ethan wouldn’t have disturbed us if it wasn’t something important.” He stood up, not bothering with underwear as he quickly disposed of the condom before pulling on his suit trousers.
Lissa couldn’t believe this was happening. They had both been on the brink of orgasm, Asher’s breathing ragged, his cock swelling and throbbing inside her as he thrust and stroked on the edge of release.
God, she felt so empty without him inside her. Almost bereft.
“I’ll be right back,” Asher assured her before striding out of the room
It seemed Asher had left his brand of ownership on her as indelibly as the tattoo that was now inked into her flesh.
“This is so fucking sexy,” Asher murmured as he moved farther down the bed, his fingers an arousing caress against the intricacies of her tattoo.
Lissa gave a groan as she arched up into that caress, her sensitive flesh seeming to burn almost as much as it had the day the tattoo was applied. As if the tattoo had become its own pleasure zone.
That pleasure intensified when Asher lowered his head and his lips stroked and his tongue licked against and over each sweep and curve of the red and gold ink.
Lissa’s fingers clenched into the bedclothes as her nipples hardened painfully, nether lips plumping and becoming slick with her juices, her channel aching to be filled.
“I’ll take it slowly next time,” Asher promised in a gravelly voice as he opened the foil packet and rolled on the condom before kneeling between her parted thighs. “Right now I just need to be inside you.”
Lissa wanted him inside her. More than anything. Any thoughts of all the reasons why this shouldn’t happen could come later. Much, much later…
“I need that too,” she encouraged breathily.
They both groaned as the bulbous top of Asher’s cock breached her entrance. Despite what he’d said, Asher entered her slowly, inch by pleasurable inch, careful to stretch those sensitive walls apart to accommodate his thickness and length, until his cock was fully inside her, filling her completely, his balls warm against her bottom.
“Okay?” He stilled above her.
“Oh God, yes.” It felt indescribably good.
Asher took his weight on his elbows as he looked at her. “You feel good.” His words echoed her thoughts. “This, being inside you, feels so good.”
“Asher…!” she groaned. Her hands moved up, fingers gripping his shoulders as he lowered his head to kiss and lick her nipples, before drawing one of them fully into his mouth.
The pleasure intensified as he suckled and laved her engorged flesh, Lissa gasping as he bit her nipple just short of pain, sending the pleasure coursing through her whole body before centering on her core. His hips began a slow and grinding thrust against her pussy as he continued to suckle her nipples in turn, pushing his cock deeper still, each stroke rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside her.
There was nothing else, only the two of them, lost in overwhelming sensations. The pleasure rose higher and then higher still, the walls of Lissa’s channel rippling, contracting, until she knew she was on the brink of an orgasm that was going to splinter her apart. Physically. Emotionally.
“Harder,” she groaned as she met each and every one of Asher’s powerful thrusts. “Oh God, deeper.”
“Lis— What the fu…?” Ash stilled and cursed beneath his breath as he heard the unmistakable sound of a loud pounding on the door to Lissa’s apartment.
“Ignore it,” she pleaded. “I’m so close, Asher. So damn close!”
“Asher!” The urgency of Ethan’s shout could be heard through the solid thickness of the door. “Open this fucking door. Now, damn it!”
Unlike Ash, Ethan rarely swore or shouted. Right now he was doing both.
Something had to be seriously, seriously wrong.
“No…” Lissa groaned.
“I have to,” Asher apologized as he carefully withdrew. “Ethan wouldn’t have disturbed us if it wasn’t something important.” He stood up, not bothering with underwear as he quickly disposed of the condom before pulling on his suit trousers.
Lissa couldn’t believe this was happening. They had both been on the brink of orgasm, Asher’s breathing ragged, his cock swelling and throbbing inside her as he thrust and stroked on the edge of release.
God, she felt so empty without him inside her. Almost bereft.
“I’ll be right back,” Asher assured her before striding out of the room
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