ASHER (The Beckett Boys, Book Three) Read online

  “Right…here?” I swallow. Asher’s so wicked. But I have to admit, the thought of him licking my pussy here at the fair…it makes me squirm.

  He nuzzles my neck, bites. The sting of his teeth makes me gasp, and then he licks and kisses the spot, and I melt into him. “I can’t wait to get home. I need to lick that cunt right now, kitten. Right fucking now.”

  I stand on shaky legs, my head light, my body trembling my need. He grabs my hand and stands, taking Marshmallow with us and leading me toward the woods. The sun is sliding down, and shadows are starting to slant through the trees.

  We head about fifty feet in, and he drops Marshmallow against a tree then backs me along an adjacent one.

  “I’m going to eat your pussy, Whitney. If I don’t taste you in the next minute, I’m going to fucking die.” The way he says the words, so passionately, makes me believe that he really feels this way. That he wants me this badly.

  My fingers shake as I reach toward the button of my shorts. He puts his big hands on mine and stills them.

  “Let me.” His mouth nuzzles my neck as he reaches for my button and undoes it, then unzips my shorts. With a soft whish, the fabric slides down to my ankles, followed swiftly by my panties. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes as he kneels before me, his hands sliding reverently along my thighs. I can hear the worship in his voice. “I can’t wait to taste this pussy. I’ve fantasized about it for months now.”

  “You have?” I can’t hide the shock from my tone.

  Asher looks up at me. The raw desire in his eyes drives the breath from my lungs. “Of course I have. You’re fucking gorgeous, Whitney.”

  “Please,” I say, clutching the back of his head. I need to give him what he wants. I need to feel his mouth on me. No one has touched me this way before, with a mouth down there, but in this moment, I want it to be Asher, my first. “Please…taste me.” It’s hard to say the words, but once I do, the beast is unleashed.

  Asher clenches my bare ass and presses his mouth to my mound. His teeth grazing my clit makes me gasp and spread my thighs wider. I draw one leg out of my shorts so I can widen my stance.

  “My God, you smell fucking incredible,” he says as he breathes me in. His nose nuzzles me, then his tongue reaches out and swipes along my slit, and I almost lose myself, my legs growing weak.

  I hold on to his shoulders to keep me upright as Asher ravages my pussy, his mouth sucking and licking and biting. I’ve never felt any sensation like it before. My head swims, and I lean it back against the tree behind me.

  His hands dig deeper into my ass. He’s relentless with his licking, and I feel my core tightening. My pelvis bucks of its own volition. I gasp.

  “Fuck yes,” he murmurs against me. “You taste better than I ever dreamed, kitten. I need more. I want your come on my mouth.” Then a finger slides inside my pussy. Strokes.

  I gasp and dig my fingers into his scalp, pressing my mouth to him, mindless of anything else, heedless of the fact that we’re outside and could be caught at any time. All I know is I want him to pleasure me. To make me come.

  All I need is Asher.

  “God,” I gasp. “That…feels so good.” I had no idea that it could be like this, so intense, so freeing. His mouth works my clit while his finger thrusts inside me, his other hand moving to stroke my thighs, and my legs begin to shake.

  I feel the telltale tightening in me and start to pant.

  “You’re getting close for me, aren’t you, baby,” he says as he redoubles his effort, slides two fingers in me, pumps my pussy.

  I arch under his expert touch. My nipples harden as my breasts swell. I need him everywhere on me. I want to strip naked and have him lay me on the ground. Thrust his cock into me. God, I crave, I crave…

  The world grows fuzzy as my entire focus homes in on my pussy. His fingers begin to flutter inside me, and when a third one enters, spreading me wide, forcing my hole tight, I feel the orgasm coming close. His tongue flicks at my clit, his teeth biting my labia, his mouth hot and wet and insistent, and then everything explodes.

  I cry out—I can’t fight it back. I cry out and my voice echoes in the woods, and I’m sure everyone at the fair can hear me but for the life of me, I just don’t care.

  I cry out and I come and come all over his hands and mouth. My juices gush out in a rush, coating his face, his fingers.

  And when the wave starts to subside, Asher stands and takes my mouth in a possessive kiss. I can taste my own come on his mouth, which makes my arousal spike again. Wow. It’s so dirty and sexy.

  His voice is dark and edgy with his own need as he growls, “I fucking need to be inside you, Whitney. Tell me yes.”

  All I can do is nod.

  Asher

  It’s so fucking difficult to focus. All I can taste is Whitney’s cunt on my mouth, and my cock is so hard it could hammer a nail. I draw her panties back up her smooth legs, pressing hot kisses to her thighs, then bring up her shorts. I want to fuck her right now, want to plow into that wet, tight pussy right fucking here in these woods, but given the loud way she cried out from her orgasm, it might draw too much attention.

  Someone might already have heard her and could be heading this way any minute.

  So I’ll settle for taking her back to my room, where I can stretch her out naked and take my time. The way I should have the first time she and I were together. When I freaked out and fucked up and ran off.

  Not this time. This time, she will be mine. No walking away from Whitney. My Whitney. My kitten.

  I grab the unicorn and then her hand and lead her out of the woods, my steps fast and purposeful. We plow through the crowd, then make it to my car. I toss Marshmallow in the back seat.

  “No car seat for our baby?” she murmurs.

  I laugh. “Unicorns are magical. She’ll be okay.” I get into my seat and rev the car. My cock is still throbbing with my desire.

  Lust.

  Fuck, I want her so badly I can barely sit still. I reach over and grip her warm thigh, where my mouth was not five minutes ago.

  The drive back to my apartment seems to take a hundred years. I don’t see Jax or Brooklyn’s cars, which means the place is all ours. Thank fuck. Because I want to make Whitney scream tonight. I whip into the parking spot and shut off the car.

  “Leave Marshmallow there,” I growl as I rip my door open. We’ll get the damned stuffed animal later.

  We head inside, her hand tucked in mine. I can feel her fingers trembling. When I turn back to look at her and make sure it’s desire, not fear, her eyes link with mine, and her lips part. She radiates arousal, which kicks mine up another notch.

  Fuck yes.

  I key the door open then bring her inside and lead her right to my room. When the door closes behind me, I growl, “You’re mine now. Take your clothes off.”

  Her breathing is shallow as she removes her tank top. Her ribs rise and fall when she draws in quick breaths and unfastens her shorts. I stay in place, watching her, willing myself to not move.

  I want to savor this. Not rush it.

  I’m going to fuck her until she can’t move. Can’t speak. Can’t breathe.

  Whitney lets her panties and shorts slide down her hips, her legs, then reaches behind her to unfasten her bra. When she frees her breasts, I feel anticipation and excitement flood my veins. My cock pounds against my zipper; I try to ignore it for a moment, despite its insistence. This moment isn’t about me.

  I want to pleasure her, make her wetter and hungrier. Aching. Then, only then, when she’s begging for me, will I fuck her.

  I take her hand and lay her out on my bed. Watching her hair spill across my pillow makes my heart throb. I ignore the emotions layering in there and watch as she spreads her thighs open, her eyes locked hard on mine.

  An invitation. One I don’t intend to ignore.

  Her breasts are large and firm, her nipples beaded to hard points. Her thighs curve up to her hips, indent at her waist. My mouth waters as I look her naked bo
dy over. Fuck. How did I walk away from her before?

  I tug off my clothes then get on top of her, my cock pulsing between us. Our bodies heat upon contact, and I stretch my legs out along her full length. I take her mouth again, let my hands slide along her. Her soft moans and the way she wraps her thighs around me spikes my desire. I need her.

  Whitney’s hands slide along my back.

  I arch under her touch. My skin craves her fingers, and when her mouth touches my neck, I groan. Her tongue swipes at my throat, licking the V at the base of my neck. I hear her breathing grow rapid.

  “You…” She rubs herself against me, and impossibly, I grow even harder. “You feel so good. Taste so good.”

  “Whitney.” It’s all I can say. Just her name. The only word pulsing through me. I ache for her so badly, she’s all I can think about.

  Her honesty, her realness, they threaten to undo me. I’ve never been with someone who’s been this raw and genuine. Not focused on trying to look sexy, but just in the moment.

  I reach down and stroke her bare pussy. Her gasp of pleasure lets me know she wants it too. “God, I fucking loved eating you,” I tell her against her mouth. “You drive me crazy.”

  “Asher.” It sounds like a prayer spilling from her lips, and the intensity of the moment sets me on fire. “Please. Please.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I don’t know.” She whimpers when my fingers push into her again. “I want you. I want…to feel you. Fully. Please.”

  It’s sunset now. Red and pink light slants through the window shade, illuminating her skin. She’s breathtaking, a goddess laid out before me. Innocent and seductive, her body ripe for me to pluck.

  I lean down and draw her nipple into my mouth, savoring the gasp of arousal that erupts from her lips. Her nipple grows tight under my ministrations. I bite, suck, lick, and she starts to writhe under me when I stroke her cunt harder.

  Her wetness soaks my palm. She’s so fucking ready for me.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Whitney,” I tell her.

  Her nails digging into my back is my answer.

  I reach over to my drawer and draw out a condom from the box. Sheathe myself then settle back between her legs. In all this time I’ve known her, all these years, I’ve never gone this far with her.

  I want to make her mine. Right now.

  I stretch out on her, her thighs propped around my hips. Nudge the tip of my dick to her entrance. I see her stiffen for a moment, her hands stilling on my back.

  “Tell me to stop,” I order her. “If you don’t want this, tell me.”

  She sucks in a shaky breath. Exhales. “No. I’m… I want it. Please. Please, Asher. Make love to me.”

  Love. The word sends a hot flush pouring through me.

  I can’t help it—I push inside her, and when she groans and her thighs spread open, thrust all the way deep until my belly is pressed to hers. Oh my fucking sweet Jesus, she’s so tight and hot and wet and I can feel her cunt squeezing around my dick, and I can’t breathe for wanting her.

  I pull out, then thrust again.

  Again.

  Whitney’s moans mirror my own. She presses her knees against me, her thighs shaky, her torso arching against me. I bite her nipple between my teeth, my cock pulsing, blood pumping, body tight and aching. Her cry of pleasure, the way her nails rake my back and scrape my skin, elicits more.

  I pull back, grip her thighs in my hands so tight I’m sure it’s going to leave bruises. I withdraw all the way, then slam into her so hard she cries out.

  Pull out. Push in again. Again. Again.

  I hammer her mercilessly, fucking Whitney until she can’t breathe, until she’s nothing more than a writhing body beneath me, crying for pleasure, for completion. I pound. Hard.

  “Asher!” she screams. Her nipples brush against my sweaty chest. My whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat. I reach up and grip her hair, tug her head back to expose her neck. Bite the delicate flesh and swallow the cries of pain and pleasure. “Oh, God!” Sweat beads on her skin as her body slicks against mine.

  My cock hammers into her, and I arch my pelvis so I stroke her G-spot. Reach my free hand down and swirl along her clit. “I want you to fucking come again for me, Whitney.” I don’t just want it. I need it, more than I need air. More than I need any other thing in this entire world.

  I want this beautiful and sweet girl to give me this gift.

  “I’m…I’m so close,” she breathes. Her legs start to shake in earnest, her pelvis pumping against me. She’s so lovely and wet, and I can smell the heat from her cunt.

  I press down on her pussy, let my thumb push on it, then shove the digit side to side to stimulate her.

  That makes her move. “Yes! Oh God, that’s…” She gasps, and her hips buck against me. I continue my frantic pace of fucking her and rubbing her clit. “That’s…”

  Her whole body stills for a long, beautiful moment, and I can see on her face how she’s about to burst forth.

  And then she does, erupting on me in a wet, heated rush that leaves me dizzy. “Yes, yes, oh God, Asher! Asher!” Her voice cries out my name as she comes around my cock, and I continue to slam into this intoxicating woman who has made me a little insane in this moment.

  When her body starts to slack, I move my fingers from her pussy and grip her hip again.

  She parts her lips. “I need…for you to come in me,” she breathes. “Will you do that, Asher? Will you come inside me?”

  The words alone get me right to the fucking edge. I’m about to fall over the edge. My balls are tight, my dick so hard it almost hurts. I’m pumping in her hard, erratically, and I push harder. Harder.

  She moans, reaches down to touch my pelvis right above my cock, stroke my skin there, and it drives me wild. Fuck. Fuck. I need to come so badly. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to come as much as I do right fucking now.

  “Whitney,” I groan. Our bodies are slick with sweat, sliding along each other. My balls are aching to spill themselves. My thrusts grow my erratic, harder. She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back hard enough to break the skin.

  I don’t fucking care.

  It feels good, the way she hurts me. A surge of something comes over me. I reach up and grip her jaw, my hand cupping her throat. Her eyes are hot and hard on me, primal, begging me to do whatever I want.

  So I fuck her.

  I fuck this beautiful woman beneath me. And when my orgasm starts to surge, I increase my speed, gasp, pump harder.

  Then it spills out, a gush, a tidal wave, pouring from me. I can’t contain my cry of pleasure when I come inside Whitney. I’m frozen, my body a plank, my dick pulsing with wave after wave of come.

  It takes several moments for me to ease up, for my body to relax. Finally I’m able to move again, and I pull out and curl up against her side.

  My entire body is lax. Muscles pliant. I wrap my arm over her damp torso, and she shifts so her mouth is caressing my brow.

  “Wow,” she says against me, her breath puffing on my face. “That was…wow.”

  I laugh, though I barely have the energy to. “Yeah. We should do that more.”

  Her answering chuckle fills me with warmth. I draw her closer, heedless of the warmth in the room. I just need to feel her against me. Need the security of her body. I ignore my brain trying to whisper why I need it so badly.

  Try to tell myself it’s physical, and not much more than that. Because I know that’s a fucking lie. I know what I feel for her is more. How could I not?

  But I’m not ready to face anything else than that right now.

  I clear my throat. “So…you’re going to school in the spring semester?” I make myself ask, recalling what Rylie said at the bar. Whitney had mentioned a long time ago that she was saving up for college, but I had no idea she was this close to going.

  A small part of my brain can’t help but say, Figures. I have amazing timing.

  She draws in a s
low breath. Turns on her side, stretches, and rests her small palm against my hip. “Yeah, I’ve finally saved enough to enroll in January.”

  “That’s great,” I tell her. Because I’m not really sure what to say. Truth is, I quit school to be here with her, but she’s going to be leaving. Does that make me a total fool? I don’t know. Whether it does or not, it’s isn’t her fault. She had no idea I was planning to do so. After all, I was the dick who didn’t talk to her for a year.

  Irony. Once I figure my shit out, she figures her shit out, too—and it doesn’t involve me. My stomach sinks.

  I don’t know where this will leave us. What will happen with us. What to think. I was impulsive in leaving my school, and I don’t regret it. But now I’m feeling anxious, because I up and changed my life, and she isn’t changing hers.

  It grows quiet between us as we lay there beside each other. I don’t know what she’s thinking. But I can’t help but wonder. Even if she were going to stay here, what did I think was going to happen between us? Am I really ready for something deep and emotional?

  The thought kind of freaks me out. I make myself stay in place, though. I can’t pull away from her the way I did last time. That was cruel and harsh, I know. But the same concerns are still there. What does this mean? How will this change us? What do I want, really?

  I want her—but what does that mean? Long-term?

  I don’t fucking know, and I haven’t really thought about that much. I don’t think I can right now. I don’t want to leave the bar, leave my family again. Do I? I just got back here. And besides, where would I go? Near her campus, to hang on while she attends school?

  Too much shit to think about right now.

  Whitney sighs and stretches. “I’m so sleepy,” she murmurs.

  I push out all the emotional drama in my mind, make myself focus on the moment. Stroke her naked hip, draw my sheet up over our bodies. “Let’s take a little nap then,” I say to her as I will myself to fall asleep.

  Two weeks later, and I invite Whitney out for some grub at Aunt Sylvia’s.

  It’s been fourteen days since that first night we had sex. Two weeks of flirting, seductive texts, nights filled with passion. Every moment I haven’t been at the bar or sleeping, I’ve tried to spend with her.