He pulled away and delivered another slap. Before she could recover from the shock of it, he drove two fingers into her and began fucking her. He continued moving in and out, slicking her wetness everywhere and making her want him inside her. Not his fingers—him.
“You have a beautiful ass, Sarge.” His other palm was resting over her bottom and she pushed back against his hand.
“Asher,” she breathed, but he didn’t stop. She crawled back so she could reach his belt buckle, then flipped the silver piece open and went for his button-fly.
“Not done with you yet,” he announced, turning her on still.
“I want you in my mouth.”
“Not gonna argue with that.”
She didn’t think he would. She fumbled with the buttons, growled how there were too many but finally reached his cock. She dropped her head and tasted him, while he continued moving his fingers in and out and playing her clit with his thumb. The room filled with her hums of pleasure and the sharp sound of Asher pulling in air through his teeth.
He reached a hand inside the front of her dress, plunged it past her cleavage and bra, and fondled her nipple. That, the heady, salty taste of him, and the loving attention being given to every part of her, tumbled her over the edge.
She bucked, squeezed her eyes closed, and moaned around his width. Only then did he stop. Only then did he lift her off him. And when he did, his made it clear what he wanted.
“Ride me, honey.”
*
Maybe Asher was being sentimental, but there was something about the way Gloria rode him, her hips swiveling, her skirt pooling around his thighs, and her breasts bared—now that he’d pulled down the top of her dress—that made him not want to come just yet.
In fact, he was wondering how much longer he could get her to continue like this—her nipple on his tongue, his fingers wrapped in her hair, her * clenching around him and letting go as she bounced up and down on his lap.
The spanking had been fun. Fingering her had been more fun. Getting his cock sucked, infinitely more fun. But having her on top of him, moving slow, her eyes hooded and satisfied, her mouth slightly open—
Fuck him.
It wasn’t only fun, but soul-crushing. In the best way.
In the years since he’d been a rock star—rock god, he oft argued flippantly to his friends—Ash had had a lot of tail. Pussy wasn’t hard to find on the road and groupies were a dime a dozen. Because of this, he had a lot of experience and those experiences were sometimes good, sometimes better than good. What they never were was what he had with Gloria.
She was complex and a pain in the ass and beautiful and inviting. She didn’t want to be coddled and she liked sex and she refused to show her vulnerable side. There were so many layers to her, he wondered if he would ever get them all uncovered if he started this second and investigated until the day he died.
And that was what he wanted.
He’d dared her earlier to do this “thing” with him, but now that she was on top of him, he knew what he wanted this “thing” between them to be. He wanted her by his side—in bed and out. He wanted what Evan had. What Donovan had. What Connor had. Those guys had women who loved them, who stood by their side and would raise their children with single-minded dedication. And by the looks of his buddies, they were getting plenty more than loyalty and friendship from their girls. They were getting it good in the bedroom.
With Gloria, Asher always got it good in the bedroom. But he’d also like Glo giving them a shot outside of it, too. He’d like to have both those oars in the water at the same time, thank you very much. In the bedroom and out. Hot sex and a long-term girl.
Arguably, this decision was being made mid-sex and really close to orgasm, but because he’d had a lot of orgasms, he could tell this wasn’t his cock talking. This was about Gloria. She was the only woman who had ever made him have thoughts like the ones he entertained right now. Anything longer than a night or two on the road wasn’t something he’d ever been up for.
One cushy breast against his face, he let loose her nipple and slid his tongue to the other. She tasted like heaven and smelled like sunshine. He had one hand on her ass and pulled her back down each time she rose up. Tight…she was so tight, his head was about to explode. She rested her palms on his shoulders and continued riding him, but there was one thing missing.
“Gimme your eyes.”
“Not now, Ash.” She pinched her eyelids closed in concentration. Or in avoidance. Probably that last one.
“What happened to ‘yes, sir’?” He rolled her nipples in his fingers, watching her face contort with pleasure. She made a high-pitched sound and he grinned. “Eyes, Sarge.”
She opened them. And he could die right then. Even not knowing her layers. Even not uncovering all that she was. This moment was perfect and he thought he could just pass on to the afterlife completely whole…
Okay, that was probably the sex talking.
“Why?” she panted, moving at a faster clip, her breasts bouncing in his hands.
He pinched her nipples and watched her eyes dilate. “Because I love to see you turned on.”
“Oh, I’m turned on.”
Another thrust.
“I love those blues.”