I pulled her into my arms, making sure she was secure at my waist before standing and moving her against the wall. With her ass cheeks propped on a wide limestone ledge built into the side of the wall, my hands tracked down her thighs, yanking the silly sexy costume that was now bunched up around her waist.
She was nearly entirely revealed for me.
“You won’t need this.” I shoved the costume down her legs, not caring when I heard the seams rip carelessly.
“But what about you?” she breathed, chest heaving with her breath, nipples puckered and goose bumps chasing around her body as my gaze burned up the distance between us.
“Halloween just became my new favorite holiday.” I rubbed the tent of my still-hard dick over my briefs, unwilling to reveal my hand just yet. “You’re so pretty, glistening and ready for me.”
I stroked my dick, her eyes landing squarely on my fist as I pleased myself through my pants. She licked her lips, eyes on the outline of my thick girth through my boxer briefs.
I stopped midstroke, watching her reaction.
Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, her top two teeth sinking into the pad of her lower lip and making a bead of pre-cum wet the tip of my cock.
I couldn’t resist. I licked my lips, eager to take care of her. I leaned in, catching her lips in a tender kiss.
Her lips were tentative against mine at first, and then her fingers were in my hair and pulling her closer to me.
My heart pounded wildly as I stroked her thighs, fingertips moving closer and closer to her tender pussy lips until I couldn’t take the tease a second longer. “I’ve been desperate for you, Leigh.”
My lips connected with her shining cunt, her damp arousal coating my lips and lighting up the taste buds of my tongue. I licked her with gentle motions, swiping my tongue along her sensitive folds until she was on the edge of coming again.
I nipped at her inner thigh, eliciting a squeal before latching my lips to her clit and sucking softly until she was trembling, a second or maybe even a third orgasm ripping through her as her fingers pulled at my hair and her moans tugged at my heart.
“Sweetest candy I’ve ever tasted.”
Chapter Four
Leigh
I loved the feeling of being in Asher’s arms, where I was warm and safe. I smiled as I inhaled the scent of his cologne, mixed with the cedar smells of the cellar—it was doing my head in. Asher’s hand was petting my hair, and the sensation lulled me to peaceful sleep. I didn’t want to miss any moments. I was scared that if I let go and closed my eyes, I’d wake up and all this would be over. We would be a mirage, and I would be in the desert again without him and alone.
“Well, that was…” I trailed off, not really sure what to say. I never expected that being with Asher, actually being with him—so naked, exposed, and honest—would make me feel so self-conscious.
I shifted away, trying to untangle myself from his arms to collect my clothes. Maybe all this was a mistake. We still had to deal with my mother and his brother. This couldn’t happen, not the way I wanted it to.
“Hey…” Asher forced my gaze to his. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He brushed a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear.
“What are we doing, Asher? This is so wrong on so many levels.” My tone sounded defeated as the words tumbled out.
Asher gently rubbed my lips with the pad of his thumb.
“I’m fucking tired of denying my feelings. I’m fucking tired of running away from you. We’re consenting adults, and my brother is just going to have to understand.” He grabbed my head with both of his hands, making me look him square in the eyes. “I want you, and I’m a man accustomed to getting what I want. I promise you this thing between us is real and it’s forever. When I’m with you, I fucking feel alive. I feel like I have a home. I picture it all with you, Leigh. I want us. Forever,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I want you too. All I do is think about you.” As soon as I confessed those words, the room became much smaller than it was. When those words I’d kept denying for so long finally tumbled out of my mouth, there was no going back.
Asher leaned in, kissing my lips. It wasn’t a passionate kiss full of lust. It was something so much more.
His kiss was fueled with longing, passion, and need. With that kiss, Asher was showing me that he needed me and that I definitely needed him. It didn’t matter that he was my stepuncle or twenty years my senior. All the problems surrounding us disappeared, and all that mattered was that we were here in this moment, together and so happy.