“Wait. Lose the shirt.”
I smiled wickedly at him and he returned the gesture with a smirk of his own as I laid back.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, not caring in the least. He could tie me up and leave me out here in the cold and I wouldn’t even care at this moment. I was his to do whatever he wanted with me.
“I’m finishing dessert,” he growled as he pulled the chocolate syrup from the plastic bag, followed by the whipped cream.
My God, I wanted to lick whipped cream off his cock.
Just the internal image of that desire in my mind had me shifting my legs to rub my thighs against each other. My leggings added to the friction.
With my hoodie removed, I rested on the cushioned settee wearing a white lace bra and my black leggings. Thankfully I’d removed my shoes when I entered the house.
Tentatively he reached out and stroked his finger against my stomach. My body jerked as a response to his touch and he pulled his hand away.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered as I turned my face toward him.
Asher looked at me as he repeated the motion, his rough finger trailing a path of its own design across the soft skin of my stomach. I got lost in his touch, my body hypnotized by the swirls and circles of electricity he left in his wake. My eyes closed without reservation. If he kept this up, I’d fall asleep out here.
Then I felt his touch move higher, the pressure increasing as he closed in on my breasts. Asher tugged down one of the bra cups and exposed me to the chilled air. My nipple immediately hardened. He must have taken that as an invitation because I suddenly felt his warm, wet mouth close in around the tight bud. My body lurched at the contact, but Asher’s arm clamped over my waist and held me in place.
“Tell me it feels good, beautiful,” he commanded as he yanked down the cup covering the other breast and freed her. “I need to hear you tell me.”
“Fuck, Asher,” I cried out as my back arched when his tongue flicked the exposed nipple. “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
“Think I can make you come like this?” he asked as he continued to flick and nip at my nipples, squeezing the soft flesh with his hands.
“I know you can,” I told him because if anyone was ever able to get me off by playing with my breasts, it would be him.
And, fuck, if it didn’t take but another minute of him sucking and squeezing, and with the combination of his hand rubbing between my legs, I fell apart.
I laid flat, spent, exposed, and utterly useless as I came down from the high. I glanced down to find Asher resting his head on my stomach, gazing up at me with equal parts of satisfaction on his face. That damn sexy smirk of his ignited a different side of me, a part I’d never felt before. A control I’d never let loose.
“My turn,” I drawled as I sat up, instantly missing the warmth of his skin against mine. “You,” I said, pointing to him, then to the sofa. “Sit.”
He dutifully swapped spots with me.
“Now tell me, what do you have in your bag of goodies?” Squatting down, I peered inside the bag to find the whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and cherries. The only kind of feast I cared for.
“The good stuff,” he said as he stretched out his arms along the back of the chair. He looked like a king on his throne overseeing his servants. Paired with his greedy look, I’d never seen anything more desirable.
“Pause,” I told him as I reached for my hoodie where I’d stored my phone in the kangaroo pocket. “Don’t move a muscle.”
I stood and adjusted some settings on my phone in complete work mode.
“Addison,” he moaned and I knew that he was worried about what I was doing.
“Relax. This is solely for me. I promise. Now,” I said as I crouched and held my phone at an angle. “Seduce me.”
Asher’s face completely morphed and his eyes brought forth every sexual craving I had toward that man. My thumb repeatedly tapped on the screen, capturing picture after picture of Asher as he moved his hands and tilted his head. I was completely lost to him.
“Fuck, baby. It’s so god-dammed hot when you’re working like that.”
I couldn’t hold back my answering smirk as I snapped a few more pictures.
“Now, show me.”
Slowly I sauntered toward him and held my phone out for his viewing. Instead, he gripped my wrist and tugged me onto his lap, just as he had when I forced him to eat the pizza slice earlier. It seemed Asher really liked having me on his lap.