Risk

by Baylin Crow

  “Are you trying to piss me off?” he said between gritted teeth.

  I hadn’t. That was the truth. “Maybe we can talk somewhere else,” I suggested, pointedly glancing at the other men in the room.

  He looked around and nodded before turning around and walking out. Asher took advantage of the dark hallway near the bathrooms to grab my arm and lead me farther down the hall and around to a door marked “staff only.” We were out of sight and hopefully would have a minute of privacy.

  “I didn’t know what to do. You need to keep up fake PR stuff and I…you know, I just went with it. I don’t want her,” I said, finally meeting his gaze.

  His gray eyes looked stormy, dark, and intense, like he was barely restraining himself, and I saw the second he snapped. With three determined strides, he had me backed against the wall with his lips on mine. He immediately demanded entrance with his tongue, growling when I opened to him.

  It shocked me how badly I wanted to kiss him. My tongue brushed his, tangling together and thrusting back and forth. He kicked my feet apart and stood between them grinding his hips into mine. I couldn’t stifle the sounds he brought out of me as he grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter against him. His cock was hard and rubbed against mine through our jeans, and I wanted to feel it with my bare hand. My fingers snuck between us and grazed over his length, and his whole body shuddered. When he pulled away and rested his forehead to mine, I groaned in frustration.

  “I can’t do this anymore,” he panted, his breath mingling with mine.

  “Do what?” I whispered.

  The sound of retreating footsteps on the wood floor captured my attention. Asher and I turned our heads at the same time, but I didn’t see anyone near us.

  He looked broken for a moment before the heat flared again in the depths of those gray pools. “Let’s get out of here.”

  I nodded automatically. Leaving with Asher meant I’d be taking another step forward with him. A step I wasn’t going to come back from, and right now, I didn’t care. All I could think about were the possibilities that would happen when our apartment door shut.

  When we got back to the table, Brody and Tinley had rejoined the group. Everyone looked up when we approached the table. Brody’s face was flushed and he wouldn’t make eye contact as he focused on something just over my shoulder.

  “We’re going to head out,” Asher said.

  “Already?” Zac looked puzzled as did the three girls we were leaving behind, one being Asher’s date. I was pretty sure she was Brody’s date now.

  “Yeah.” Asher didn’t offer any more. “You good?” he asked Tinley. She nodded with a half embarrassed smile and a quick glance at Brody. “All right. Get her home safe,” he told Brody who barely nodded.

  Asher appeared calm and centered as he headed for the entrance and strolled out through the front doors. I was a ball of nerves. He kept his composure all the way until we were both in his truck, hidden behind tinted windows and locked doors. Then he turned to me. He immediately reached out and fisted my hair, drawing me back to his mouth. He took my mouth hard, nipping and sucking at my lips and tongue until I was ready to let him do whatever he wanted, right here and now.

  He groaned, pulling back. After an agonizingly long stare, he readjusted himself.

  “Seat belt,” he ordered, and I slipped it over me as he pulled away from the graveled lot and headed toward the apartment, breaking the speed limit in his hurry to get home.

  All the way from the main doors, up the elevator, and into his apartment, his heavy breathing matched my own. He kept it together until we stepped into the apartment. As soon as the door slammed behind him, he was on me, pushing me against the wall.

  “Did you think about what I told you?” Was he actually asking me a question that required an answer? I couldn’t think straight.

  “What?” I managed.

  “Did you think about what I said this morning before I left?”

  Heat rushed through my body with the memory of the husky words he’d whispered in my ear. “Yes.” I groaned as he palmed my bulge.

  “And?” he pushed.

  “I want it. Fuck, I want it.” I wanted it so bad my dick pulsed under his hand.

  Without saying another word, he dropped to his knees, flipped the snap on my jeans, and pulled down the zipper, before yanking down the denim and my underwear just enough to free me. Before I could fully register this was actually happening, he took me into his warm, wet mouth.

  “Holy fuck!” I shouted. No guy complained about a blow job. Ever. But Christ his mouth felt amazing. Better than anything I’d ever had. The softness I was used to was lacking. No, he didn’t hold back. His hand holding my base was huge compared to a woman’s dainty grip, and the texture, slightly roughened, drove me crazy. When he flattened his tongue against the underside of my cock, my back bowed, forcing myself deeper.

  He hummed his approval around me. I wasn’t going to last. The noises coming from my mouth as he continued assaulting my cock with his wicked tongue and mouth were almost embarrassing. Almost. He seemed to enjoy them and sucked me harder. In and out, over and over again. I looked down and watched my cock disappear between his lips. My legs shook and he didn’t let up. Taking me to the back of his throat, he swallowed. My knees buckled, and he pulled back, chuckling as he held me steady.

  “Let’s take this to the other room before I can’t stop.” He stood and grabbed my hand, dragging me behind him into his bedroom while I tried to hold my jeans up to keep me from tripping.

  As soon as we entered his room, he pushed me back onto his black comforter that was still unmade from this morning.

  “You can tell me to stop at any time. You know that, right?” His eyes bore into my own as he waited.

  “I’m not a little bitch, Asher.” I glared. His face lit up, and he prowled over me, caging me onto the soft mattress.

  “No, you aren’t.” He dropped his big body on top of mine and dipped his head to the crook of my neck. Hard muscle to muscle, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, I’d never been so desperate for someone’s touch.

  When his scruff scraped against the tender skin of my neck as he placed openmouthed kisses, my body broke out in goose bumps and I fisted his shirt. He continued his assault up to my ear before biting my lobe. His breath tickled my sensitive ears, causing tingles to shoot straight to my junk. I moaned and Asher used the opportunity to swoop down and take my mouth.

  His touch wasn’t gentle. His tongue dominated my mouth, swirling and probing back and forth. Oh God, he was fucking my mouth with his tongue. Suddenly, he sat back on his knees, straddling my thighs. Asher grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pushed it up, uncovering my stomach. He stopped and stared where my hardness lay stiff and ready.

  “Take this off,” he growled and gave the hem of my shirt another push.

  Holding his gaze, I sat up and began pulling it off. With an impatient grunt, he batted my hands away and yanked it the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Asher’s went next, and I swallowed hard at the broad expanse of exposed bronzed skin hovering before me. The shirt went flying to land somewhere on the floor with mine before he pressed against my chest, urging me to lie back.

  “You are so fucking sexy.” His voice was raspy and low. His voice sounded like sex.

  He followed me back down on the bed, and I reached out one hand and finally touched that ink that had been driving me crazy and placed the other behind his head to pull his lips back down on mine, but he evaded me, ducking and kissing my jaw. His lips and tongue created a scorching path down my chest, pausing to run his teeth against each nipple. The unexpected spark when he did that made me gasp. I lifted my head so I could watch him mark my flesh with his touch.

  My hands pressed on his shoulders without thinking, urging him to go lower. Asher’s dark chuckle was followed by a stinging bite to my nipple. I winced. Bastard. But I didn’t try to direct him again after that and left my hands at my sides on the bed. When he rea
ched the top of my unzipped jeans, he ran his finger back and forth along my hipbone, getting close to my cock but not touching. He looked up with a wicked gleam and a lifted brow as if to say, “Is this what you want?”

  “Are you kidding me right now?” My voice was strained and my hands fisted in the silky sheets. He had me too worked up, and I couldn’t handle teasing. Holding my gaze, he gripped my shaft and stroked me. I lost the battle to maintain eye contact as pure ecstasy took over and my eyes slid closed. My head fell back on the pillow, neck arched as I tried to hold off coming. I’d been wound so tight all day from what he’d said that morning. I wanted his mouth on me and I wanted it now. Just when I was about to beg, he tugged my pants the rest of the way down my legs.

  “Look at me.” His rough voice demanded my attention. Lifting my head, I did what he ordered.

  His mouth was so close to my engorged flesh. His hot breath coasted over my skin, and my cock jerked in his hand. I expected some sort of arrogant look, but his eyes held only heat, a heat that told me he wanted this just as much as I did. Maybe more. That thought made me throb.

  Holding my gaze, he lowered his head, closed his lips over the tip and sucked. Hard.

  “Fuck!” My hoarse shout was the only sound other than the wet sucking of his mouth around me as he bobbed up and down, taking my full length. His eyes never left mine. “That’s so fucking good,” I moaned. He pressed his tongue against the sensitive underside, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure racing down my spine and pushing my orgasm over the edge.

  “I’m going to come, Asher,” I warned at the last second.

  Instead of pulling away, he latched on tighter and sped up his rhythm. A string of garbled curse words exploded from my mouth as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had swept through me, fracturing reality and consuming me whole.

  I crashed back to Earth, my sated body sagging into the bed, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. When I opened my eyes, Asher already had his pants undone, and I saw his cock for the first time up-close. He had sat back on his knees, straddling me again with his hand wrapped around his thick girth, pumping hard. I wanted to touch him, to replace his hand with mine. Instead, I watched transfixed as a bead of come on his tip started to roll down the head. Without thinking, I reached toward him and swirled my finger in it.

  Asher’s breath rushed out and then he growled as he came. The orgasm seemed never-ending as he left sticky pools on my stomach, the sensation warm and foreign, but not entirely unpleasant. The opposite, in fact. I wanted to see him do that again. I was already growing hard again, and Asher’s gaze darted from my face to my cock and then back to my face again.

  “You are going to kill me. I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast in my life.” Asher’s gaze darkened as a dangerous glint took over.

  “Me either. That was fucking sexy as hell.” Was this what I’d been missing? Or was it just Asher?

  He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again, more softly this time. I sucked on his bottom lip like this wasn’t new to me at all. Although, tasting myself on his lips was definitely strange—in a wow-that-shouldn’t-be-so-hot way. He groaned into my mouth before wrenching away and jumping off the bed.

  “I need a shower and so do you,” he said, leaning down and running his fingers through his sticky release on my stomach. When I tried to sit up and follow him, he shook his head. “I think it’s best if you use the guest bathroom.”

  “Why?” That sounded like a terrible idea to me, although it was hard to think with Asher’s semi-hard dick still on display.

  “I’m trying to take it slow for you, Drew, but all I can think about is getting inside you.” His top teeth sank into the corner of his lower lip as his eyes ran the length of my naked body.

  My breath caught. The thought of having sex with Asher was intimidating, especially after seeing the size of him.

  “But I don’t think you’re ready for that.” Asher’s grin grew. “Yet.”

  I let out the breath I was holding. Part of me wanted that experience with Asher, but a bigger part was still nervous. I couldn’t imagine doing that and it not being extremely painful, especially because Asher wasn’t small. I had a lot to figure out, so I was glad he was letting me off the hook, but at the same time, I couldn’t help feel disappointed that I couldn’t shower with him.

  When I didn’t move, his eyes narrowed. “You’re not ready.”

  I shook my head in the negative.

  “Go.” He nodded toward the door. “Before I do something stupid you’re not ready for.”

  He was right, so I finally did as he asked and collected my clothes and headed for my own bathroom. The shit-eating grin that spread across my face as I washed myself would’ve been embarrassing if anyone could see me, but since I was alone, I allowed myself to think about what had just happened. Fuck, that was hot. And I wanted to do it again. Soon.

  In the meantime, I had some research to do. I wondered how I’d respond to watching two guys go at it, but I wanted to know how to drive Asher crazy the way he had me. On the other hand, maybe I should let him teach me exactly what he liked. That could be fun too.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  ASHER

  “I can’t believe you’re watching this garbage.” I snorted as I stood behind the couch. I leaned over the back and peeked down at Drew who’d spread out on the cushions, turning the volume up on one of those celebrity gossip shows.

  I was temporarily distracted since he’d foregone a shirt and was lounging in nothing but his boxer briefs. He wasn’t hard, but the clear outline of his dick pressed against the thin cotton material. I hadn’t bothered with a shirt either and was comfortably dressed in a pair of my workout shorts.

  “Garbage? I don’t know, I think he’s pretty hot.” Drew glanced up and waggled his brows and then turned back to the TV where a photo of me was side by side with one of Capley.

  “Shut up.” I groaned and tried to steal the remote.

  He shoved it beneath him. “No way. You have a TV in your room. Go in there.”

  This was the first Sunday I’d had off where the only plan I had was to lounge around with Drew. Now that things had changed, I had several ideas on how to spend the day. Spending my time alone didn’t make the list.

  “I don’t want to go in there. I want to watch TV in here,” I argued.

  “Too bad. Now hush.” He waved me off and I chuckled.

  I’d seen my face plastered on one of those celebrity gossip shows too many times to count. Though, I didn’t consider myself a celebrity. I’d learned to ignore them, because they were filled with nothing but lies. Mostly.

  The lady was clearly talking about a sport she wasn’t familiar with and obviously didn’t care about, because moments after recapping the details for my fight coming up with Capley, a photo of me and Tinley entering the club last night was blown up and someone had superimposed a circle around my hand on her back. Somehow, they hadn’t caught me leaving with Drew, but they did catch her leaving with Brody, which I found amusing. The reporter speculated about her ditching me for him. When the story changed to another unfortunate star, I rounded the couch.

  “It’s over. Now hand me the remote or change it.”

  Drew tried to shove me when I lifted his legs to sit under them. I used his forward momentum to reach under him and grab the remote and then I grabbed him and rolled us off the couch and onto the floor. Hovering above him, I held the remote above my head. I laughed when he scowled. He pulled out of my hold and lunged to the remote, gripping it at the same time I grabbed his leg and pulled him back under me and hitched it around my hip.

  “So that’s the game, huh,” he gasped. I ground my swollen cock against him. His body responded, instantly springing to life.

  He rolled his hips up against mine at the same time his hand started yanking down my shorts.

  Driven by his boldness, I lifted his hips and worked his boxers down his legs.

  His body drove me crazy. Every dip and vall
ey tempted me to trace my tongue over them. The fact that I’d never seen him work out other than the few times I’d trained with him told me he was one of those guys who didn’t have to work for it. I was bigger and wider than he was, but what he had going on did it for me.

  “Come here.” I panted and rolled to my back. Arms open in invitation, I groaned when he climbed on top of me. I wanted him to move freely and explore what felt good to him. He straddled my legs and brought his hands down on my chest.

  “Why a koi fish?” His warm fingers traced over my tattoo.

  “You want to talk about my tattoo now?” I laughed.

  He waited, so I sighed. “After my first fight, I went and got it done.” My hand automatically went to my chest. “It was sort of about overcoming that obstacle and reaching that goal. Maybe it’d continue with some good luck.” I’d been young and chasing a dream when I’d had it done. I didn’t regret it.

  “I like it.” He proved it by leaning down and kissing my inked skin, pulling a groan from me. He pressed his forehead against mine, breathing in my air as he shifted his hips, sliding his hard shaft against my equally rock solid cock.

  “I’m glad you approve,” I growled, my hands immediately going to his hips and then around to grab his ass.

  Drew pressed his hips tighter against mine with a moan when I squeezed and gave him a slight smack. His movements became quicker and his breath more ragged. I tested him by letting my hand slide farther inward and slightly spreading his cheeks with each thrust he made against me. I palmed and massaged as I moved my hands slowly toward the crease of his ass, giving him time to stop me. When I made contact, he tensed.

  “Shhh, let me make you feel good,” I whispered against his ear. He relaxed somewhat as I placed openmouthed kisses against his neck. Then I was there, applying light pressure, circling around the tight virgin bud. I wanted inside so bad, but it was enough that my touch had him thrusting against me harder and harder, and I applied more and more pressure every time he pulled back. I didn’t enter him, but his reaction made it hard to hold back.