by Ivy Spears
Still, I refused to believe it.
Or at least, I refused to think about it.
“Hey.” Asher glanced at me. “There will be.”
“Thank you.” Hearing him say it made it feel more real to me.
He nodded, not pushing me any further on the subject, which I appreciated. As upset as I was about everything with my father; when I was with Asher was the only time I wasn’t thinking about it constantly. He knew me well enough to know when I did or didn’t want to speak on something and right now was definitely one of the times I didn’t.
“So,” I turned in my seat and ran my fingers up and down the brand new GPS system in the center of his truck. “This is pretty fancy. Never thought I’d see the day Asher Dawson turned in his old green pickup for a shiny new model, doesn’t sound like you.”
He scoffed. “What can I say? Sometimes it’s time to let go.”
Loneliness crept into my soul for a half second when I thought he might have been talking about me but I pushed the thought away just as fast as it had come. “You must have had to take out a pretty big loan to get a car like this, probably working just to make the payments.”
Asher shrugged. “Something like that.”
I didn’t say anything for a second, keeping my eyes on him. “You’ve changed. The Asher I knew could care less about going broke to have something materialistic.” I started fiddling with the radio stations, trying to find something to listen to.
He glanced at my hands. “Well, I guess we all change sooner or later.” He reached forward, covering my hand with his and moving it away from the dials. “I prefer silence on my stake-outs if that’s okay with you.”
His hand lingered on mine and I turned his palm over in my fingers, running my touch back and forth over his rough palms. “Are you going to be doing this kind of work forever? It’s not good for your body, Asher. I can’t tell you how many people come into the hospital with back issues or neck problems.”
He laughed loudly. “You don’t need to worry about my back, Bella.”
“It’s not funny!” I smacked his hand playfully. “Do you know men who work hard labor jobs have 60 percent more chance to develop issues with their backs and necks later on in life? Do you want to be walking like a cripple in a few years?”
Asher huffed. “What’s the alternative? Working behind some desk like a corporate lackey who never handles anything for himself? I think I’ll pass.” He looked like the thought was hilarious.
“Lots of people do those jobs, Asher. There’s no shame in them.”
“Why don’t you let me worry about my body?” He pulled his hand away from me. “Unless you’re really concerned about it, in which case you could take care of it in another way.”
I moved closer to him. “What did you have in mind?”
He took his hand and pulled my face close to him, pressing his lips against mine gently at first and then deeper, taking every inch of my mouth in his taste. I inhaled deeply and he pulled away gently, resting his forehead on top of mine while we both let our breath calm back down.
I pushed my head into his chest and let the beating of his heart soak into my veins. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the flutter, inhaling deeply as the silence passed between the two of us. A silence that felt so empty compared to the racing of our own hearts. I wasn’t sure who’s was louder, mine or his.
And then I moved my hand from the center of his chest and let it drift downward. Lower and lower until it was lingering over the top of his jeans. I let my fingers trace over the top button of his jeans, back and forth slower and slower until I heard him inhale deeply above me.
I moved my hand lower and started to rub back and forth over the tip of his cock through his jeans. To my satisfaction, he was already rock hard and sticking straight up through the fabric of his pants.
The thought of being able to turn him on sent a heat flying up between my legs. My mouth started to water at the thought of taking his huge member in my mouth and swallowing it up.
It was the first time in my life that the thought of sucking a cock had made my panties wet with desire. The only time I could ever remember that I was getting off on just the thought of pleasing a man without thinking about him pleasing me.
I just wanted to take care of Asher in every way.
Especially by making him explode with enjoyment.
I pushed back and forth over him through his jeans, teasing him slowly. I found the tip and started to rub small circles over the head causing him to grow even harder. Next, I started to stroke it up and down and then back and forth faster and faster.
“Bella,” Asher said huskily.
I moved my hands to the top of his pants and popped open the first button and then the second, sticking my hand down quickly and finding him through his boxers.
“What do you want, Bella?” he breathed heavily.
I moaned slowly and kept busy rubbing on him. “I want to kiss it.”
He ran his hand over the back of my head in approval. “You want to kiss what, Bella?” I could feel him petting me like I was his pet, a piece of property that he needed to control.
The realization only turned me on more.
“I want to kiss your huge cock.”
He groaned and moved my head further down toward his crotch. “You want this cock, sweetheart?”
I moved my hand inside of his boxers and let him spring out and stand at full attention. “I want it so bad.” I could see the tip of it throbbing for the feeling of my mouth on it, even in the darkness of the car. “Please.”
I moved my mouth closer to him but Asher pulled me back, his eyes closed tight as he inhaled over and over again deeply. “Not yet, Bella, you can’t have it yet. You have to ask nicely.”
“Pretty please,” I groaned in anticipation.
“Pretty please, what?” Asher encouraged me.
“Pretty please can I suck on your big cock?”
“Ugh, good girl.” He released my head a little bit and allowed me to inch closer to him. “But you can’t suck on it yet. You have to slather it with your spit first, Bella, and then kiss every inch of it before you can even think about taking it in your mouth.”
I opened wide and let my spit loose on top of his tip and then I started kissing up and down his shaft softly, working my way from the bottom to the top with my lips as I continued to softly stroke it.
Asher started breathing even heavier and a few seconds later I felt his already huge cock growing even bigger under my lips. All I could think about was how good it was going to feel in my mouth, how satisfied he would be once he felt the tip hit the back of my throat.
I could barely contain myself anymore and from the feeling of his hardness and the trouble he was having breathing, I could tell he felt the same way.
“Asher, I need to… I need to feel you in my mouth.”
“Yeah? Say please, pretty girl.”
“Please, can I stick your cock inside of my mouth?”
Asher growled and then sprung my head back, crushing my mouth on top of him as an answer. The second he felt my tongue around his thick pipe he started breathing so loud I thought he might explode.
I moaned loudly, trying to let him know how much I was enjoying the taste of him. I tried to take him entirely in my mouth but every time I tried to go any deeper I felt like I was going to gag.
“Yeah, just like that, Bella, good girl.”
Suddenly, the thought of gagging didn’t seem that terrifying if it meant turning him on more and I opened my mouth even wider and stuck it so far down my throat that my gag reflex gave off and I started to choke.
“Oh my God! Yes! Gag on my cock, Bella! Gag on it!”
I opened wider and repeated my thrust, coughing so loudly that he was forced to take some out of my mouth. The second I was able to breathe a little Asher was reinserting himself inside my mouth though, just as hard as before, grunting heavily as he bobbed my neck and throat up and down.
Just when
I felt like I couldn’t take it a second later and I was going to have to move my head off him to catch my breath I felt Asher give one final thrust and cum all over my mouth.
I forced my head down further, determined to get every drop of him down my throat. After I swallowed his deliciousness, I leaned back in the seat and panted heavily, my whole body shaking.
Asher was still groaning and my pussy was throbbing.
“That was so fucking hot, Bella.” He turned to look at me, pure satisfaction in his eyes. He moved over an inch and slipped one hand behind my neck, forcing my eyes to meet his. “Spread your legs.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a command, but I was too wet to care. My leggings were starting to get soaked with my own pussy juices and I feared I would start to drip all over his seats if I didn’t get some relief soon.
I peeked over at him through my hair that fell loose around the frame of my face and slowly opened my legs. I knew he would be able to tell how dripping I was within seconds but I had no shame, this was how turned on he made me and I wanted him to know it.
His fist went directly between my legs and he grinned. “Someone’s soaked.” He pushed his knuckles back and forth over my center roughly a few times. “Tell me how wet I make you.”
“You make me so wet, baby.”
“Spread your legs wider.”
I obeyed, pushing my legs as far apart as I could. A second later Asher slipped his hand down the front of my leggings and shoved the thin fabric of my panties to the side, wasting no time inserting his fingers inside of me and starting to thrust them side-to-side and then in and out of me.
“Asher!” I screamed and slammed my hands into the side of his truck door. My body felt like it was on fire, burning up all over and about to burst into a million flames at any moment only to end up in a heap of ashes all over the ground.
My body felt like it was on a different planet and had a mind of its own that I hadn’t known existed until that very moment. It had taken over and was sending electric shocks through my pussy, bolts of power through my stomach, and force through my knees that caused them to buckle under the pressure of Asher’s hand.
“Yes!” Asher continued to fuck me with his hand harder and harder, flicking my slit over and over again like only someone with experience could. “Cum, Bella, cum all over the seats of my car.”
I didn’t want to make a mess but my body was under strict obligation to please Asher and before I knew it I was squirting all over his black leather seats. All my juices dripped past his fingers and down onto his seats.
He grinned and watched me try to catch my breath. A second later he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sighed. “Mm, dinner.”
I licked my lips and gasped. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Asher would always be the best meal I’d ever eaten. I closed my legs and tried to bring my body back down to reality. A task that was becoming more and more difficult every time Asher made me cum.
“Well,” Asher said after a few more seconds of heart calming. “Now that we got that out of the way… you ready to do some breaking and entering?” He grinned devilishly and popped the driver side door open, jumping out before I even had a chance to pull my leggings all the way up.
It was show time.
Chapter Thirteen
“So, what exactly is the deal with Josh and you?” I picked up my pace to keep up with Asher’s large legs and ended up falling forward a few steps, tripping over a small pile of sticks that was hiding under a pile of wet leaves I hadn’t noticed in my efforts to play it smoothly.
Asher reached back without looking and held me up with one hand.
“I’m fine,” I told him, brushing him off and standing on my own feet again. Apparently, walking had become an issue when I was around Asher. Something he found amusing judging from the look on his face.
Asher grabbed an old barrel from the side of the building and dragged it around to the back of the building, slipping it under a large window that was a foot above us.
“What are you doing with that?” I asked even though I suspected.
“What does it look like? We’re going to break the window and crawl through.” He started digging around on the ground for a rock big enough to do the trick. “And by we, I mean you.”
“Me?” I looked up at the window. “What about you?”
He found a perfect size rock and jumped up on the barrel with little effort. “I can’t fit through there. I need you to climb through and then go and open up the side door from the inside to let me in.”
“You need me to WHAT?” I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can.” He pulled his hand back and let the rock loose quickly, sending it flying through the window and allowing the glass to shatter in every direction.
He jumped down before the glass even hit the ground, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me into him to shield me from the flying pieces. “Careful.” After it was clear any threat was gone he let me go and looked down at me, tilting my chin up to his face.
“I know, I know, I can do this.”
“Of course you can do it.” He grinned. “But you have to do it, for your dad. I’m going to push you through and then once you’re in, you jump down and open the door right away, okay? The whole thing will be over in about thirty seconds.” He turned me around and starting pushing me toward the barrel, keeping his hand linked tightly around my waist.
“What’s the deal with you and josh?” I stopped and turned to him.
Anger and annoyance came across his face. “There is no deal with me and josh.” He tried to move me toward the window again and sighed deeply when I wouldn’t budge. “You don’t need to worry about Josh Parker, all you need to know is that I want you to stay away from him.”
“But why?” I pressed him.
“I don’t need a reason to tell you to do something, Bella, you should just listen to me.” He locked his deep eyes on me to get his point across. “No questions asked.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not asking questions.”
“Aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I admitted.
Asher exhaled loudly. “You really think this is the time for a conversation like this, Bella? Come on and get up there, anyone could see us at any time. We can talk about this later.” He started moving my body away from his again.
“Well, I’m sorry,” I told him, allowing myself to be moved a few feet. “But it’s not easy to ignore it when a creep follows you to your car like that and refuses to let you leave…”
My body got swung around fast and hard.
“What are you talking about?” There was a fire in Asher’s eyes I’d only ever seen the first night I came home and he’d had to pull Lance off of me. “What did he do to you?”
“Not much,” I tried to reassure him. “Except creep me out a little.”
“Did he touch you?” He looked like he was going to kill someone.
“No, I’m fine, I’m fine. He just didn’t want to let me leave without letting me know exactly what kind of person you are.” I bit down on my lip and looked up his perfect face.
It had been taken everything inside of me to not bring up what Josh had said. I knew I didn’t have a right to be upset about girls that Asher had sex with before I got to town but I couldn’t help it, I wanted to know if there was any truth to what Josh had said.
Did he really hate Asher so much that he had slept with his wife?
Asher’s eyes softened and he looked down at me, searching my eyelids with his. “Yeah? And what could he possibly tell you about the kind of person I am?”
“Not much,” I confessed. “But he said you slept with his wife.”
“Ah,” Asher nodded. “Well, I guess, if you want to get technical, I did. But she wasn’t his wife at the time, hadn’t been in a really long time.” He took my hand in his. “And it was just one time, didn’t mean anything.”
It was weird to me that he could have sex with someone one time and have
it mean nothing since I hadn’t even had sex one time where it meant something.
“Asher…” I trailed off.
“Hey,” he shook his head. “Let me worry about Josh, okay? He won’t bother you anymore, I’ll make sure of it.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine softly before pulling back again.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them again the anger from seconds before was erased and replaced with the same look of calmness and determination as before. “You ready to get your fine ass through that window?”
I looked up. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Good enough.” He took my hand he still held in his and moved toward the barrel. After he swung his body up with ease he reached down and pulled me up after him just as effortlessly.
I wrapped my arms around his chest and let the butterflies wash over my stomach. “You’re so strong,” I whispered out loud and then I snapped my mouth shut.
You’re so strong? What was wrong with me? I wasn’t a twelve year old! You would think after having a guy’s cock inside of my mouth I could come up with something hotter and less clique to say then ‘you’re so strong’ but apparently I couldn’t.
Would this feeling ever go away?
The notion that he turned me into one big sap?
Asher chuckled and then thrust my body up over his shoulders, proving my point. He let his hands cup the cheeks of my ass extra tight, getting a nice feel in as he jolted me up and through the window.
“Hey, watch your hands,” I called out below.
“Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly as I crawled through the open space.
I latched my hands onto the side of the wall and pulled myself down, just barely landing on my feet with a wobble. I could feel the glass crunch under my feet and I took a few large steps to bypass any further damage before heading toward the side door.
With any luck, the owner would think the damage was a few drunk teenagers getting their kicks by throwing rocks into a few business’s windows after dark.
Asher pulled the door the rest of the way open as soon as I inched it forward and he pushed his way inside the small opening, grabbing my hands and turning them over in his hands. “You’re okay? You didn’t cut yourself or anything? Or trip when you jumped down?”