“This is up to you,” I say, searching her bright eyes.
Licking her lips, she gives me a small smile. “Show me your room, Asher.”
Fuck, yes. I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. Holding onto her ass, I walk down the hallway to my room. Kicking the door closed behind us, I lower her to her feet in front of my bed. “You need to tell me what you want Payton. I want to hear you say it.”
Slipping her fingers into the top of her sexy dress, she slides it down, letting it pool at her feet. Fuck, standing before me in nothing but a pink strapless bra and panties, she’s even more stunning than I imagined. Her porcelain skin is fucking perfection. Hard nipples press against the silk of her bra, begging for my touch. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, showing how nervous or maybe excited she is. Glancing down at her panty covered pussy, my cock pushes harder against my zipper.
“I want this, Asher,” she says, stepping out of her shoes.
“Fuck, Payton, you’re beautiful.” I pull her to me, my hands trailing across her soft skin. Kissing her full lips, she opens for me, and I explore her mouth once again. She reaches for the bottom of my shirt and I pull back, allowing her to remove it.
“Damn,” she whispers, taking in my upper body. I’m a confident guy, with a pretty big ego. I work hard to keep myself in shape, which is always noticed, but the way she is appreciating it feels more genuine than anyone else before.
Stepping out of my jeans, we both take a moment to admire each other. “Get your sexy ass on the bed, Payton.” She does exactly that, and I climb on top of her.
God, her tiny hips and soft skin makes me crazy with lust. A want builds deep within my chest. One that only she can satisfy.
Her fingers trace over my abs and through the splattering of hair leading straight to my hard cock. It’s always hard for her. Ever since I first laid eyes on her baby blues, I was a goner.
After putting on a condom, I position myself right above her. I want to slam into her, make her scream my name all in one long haul. But, I take my time. Teasing her clit with the tip of my dick.
She moans in anticipation. “Please, Asher. I need you inside me.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you senseless as soon as I’ve had a little fun.” I rub my cock through her wetness, coating myself in her desire.
Her legs shake as I test her pussy. Pushing in just a bit, her nails dig into my back. They scrape my skin and it fires me up. It gets me going how receptive she is to me. I want to take my time with her, but fuck, she’s just too hot. She’s just too sexy for me to even pretend I can hold off fucking her sweet body any longer than I already have.
I push in a little deeper, and then take my cock all the way out.
“Stop teasing me. Please,” she begs.
“Fuck, you have no idea the things I want to do to you,” I say, gazing down at her full tits.
She spreads her long legs more and my eyes drift down to her glistening pussy. Wet and ready. Fuck it. I slam into her, and she cries out her pleasure.
I continue fucking her just like I’ve wanted to since I first saw her. I grab her hair, fisting it in my grip as I thrust into her with all that I have. Her legs cling to my back, wrapping around to hold on.
She feels so good. This is by far the best little pussy I’ve ever fucked. Her walls clench against my cock and I keep pushing deeper inside her. She’s wet and hot as fuck.
She screams my name over and over as she bites onto my shoulder. She couldn’t be more perfect if she tried. I decide to see how rough she likes to play as I yank at her hair, hard.
Her teeth dig into my skin, and I let out a beastly sound. Fuck this; she’s mine.
I pull out of her, flipping her over onto her stomach. I smack her ass until it’s red and grip her hips hard.
“Is this how you want me to treat you? You like rough? You want me to manhandle your sweet, little pussy?”
“Yes,” she repeats.
“Fuck yes. Get ready.” I slam into her with all the force I have, creating a righteous rhythm.
“Oh God,” she moans.
“Yeah, you like that? Let me control you.” I keep pushing into her, filling her to the hilt. My balls slap against her as I fuck her. “Take my cock.”
She gives as good as she gets, pushing her body against me with every thrust.
Our screwing fills the air, and it’s music to my ears. I’ve never had a girl like this before. I pull at her neck, bringing her body back so her face meets mine. I suck on her ear, and bite at the soft skin just below it. “Is this what you like? You like the way I treat you like a bad girl?”
“Yes,” she chokes out.
I loosen my grip, running my tongue along her cheek and finding her mouth. I kiss her, and she opens her lips for me. I suck her tongue into my mouth and continue plowing into her.
This girl excites me in a way I’ve never known before. I plunge my cock deeper inside her as I release her neck and travel my hand back down to her sweet ass. With a daring touch, I suck my little finger into my mouth and press it along her ass. I push inside as Payton moans long and hard. Fuck.
She’s got all the right moves and my orgasm is close. She reaches around and grabs the back of my neck, bringing me closer to her. “Fuck, Asher.”
I love fucking this girl. Tongues, teeth, biting, skin on skin, collide together and it’s just right. I pick up the frantic pace, riding her body as hard as I can. Slapping her ass. Fucking her well into the night.
She moans she’s coming and my vision laces with heat. And I feel it. Her pussy clamping my cock with her release. Fuck, it feels so damn hot. My orgasm wants to crash through me, but I hold off for a few more strokes until she reaches around and cups my balls with her tiny hand, massaging them.
Christ. I let loose, groaning her name over and over as I come so fucking hard.
After our bodies have calmed, and I’ve disposed of the condom, I head back into my room. This was so unexpected. I never thought for one second Payton would have been such a wildcat in the sheets.
But, fuck if I didn’t love every minute of it.
When I step inside my room, I see her. She lies on the bed. Her hair a wild mess on the sheets as she calls my name.
Fuck, baby. She has no clue all the things I want to do to her. Tonight was a fantasy come true. But, a second thought of her father enters my mind. Shit.
This can never work out. I’ve seen it time and time again. Her father. My job. Her and I fucking under his nose. Sooner or later it always blows up and everything turns to shit. I never should have done this. As hot as she is in the bedroom, I’m not about to risk my career.
I need her father. If my dreams of opening my own shop are to come to fruition, then I need his help. He’s already agreed to front me a list of old clients and even offered me some of the old equipment.
I’d be the dumbest son-of-a-bitch to throw it all away over pussy. Even if that pussy was pretty extreme.
No, I’ll just add her to the spank bank, and imagine her while I watch porn. Because this mechanic ain’t going down like that. I take one last look at her sprawled on my bed and put my game face on.
“Payton, I have to be up early in the morning.” Fuck, I feel like the biggest asshole.
“Are you serious?”
I run a hand along the back of my neck, blowing out a long breath. Lord, forgive me. “Yeah. I’d let you stay, but well, you know how it is.”
Fuck, the look on her face. At this moment, I would probably rethink things. But I can't let my dick rule my head. She flies out of the bed, rushing around the room, grabbing her clothes and mumbling under her breath. I stand at the door, like an idiot, unsure of what to do. On one hand I want a repeat of the last hour, but it’s my resolve holding strong that keeps me frozen like a statue.
She brushes past me, knocking her shoulder against my thick chest. Fuck, this girl is going to make it hard.
Chapter Eight
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Payton
I can’t get away from Asher fast enough. He told me to leave. I'm mortified. Peeling out from in front of his house, I fly down the road. Embarrassment, rage, rejection, hurt—I feel them all crashing over me as I walk into my apartment.
Yes, Asher was great in bed. I figured he would be. What I didn’t expect was for him to be fucking everything and more. Being controlled, feeling the sting of his hand on my ass and his cock in my pussy, it was so hot. Asher made me feel things I didn’t even know existed. Until his humiliating rejection. It was a bucket of cold water on my overheated body, shocking me into reality. What did I expect?
If I was capable of tears, I’d be crying, but those no longer flow. So, instead, I climb in the shower and scrub away the last hour of my life. Hoping it washes down the drain.
I waste the rest of the weekend, not even leaving the apartment. By Monday morning, my embarrassment and hurt have turned into anger and disappointment. Anger with Asher and disappointment with myself for getting in that position in the first place. As I park my car at the garage, my anger toward Asher intensifies. Taking a deep breath, I head inside. This was the place I came to hide. To forget. But, I’m done being the girl who runs from her problems. Fuck him.
Not bothering to even look around, I stalk to the office. The way I’m feeling, it’s best if I just keep to myself. Which, I’m able to do for most of the day, thank god. I stay busy, ordering parts and answering the phone, and opt for lunch in my office.
As I enter an order on the computer, I hear the door open but refuse to turn my attention to it. I stare at the computer, not seeing a damn thing on the screen. I sense someone behind me and immediately realize it isn’t Asher. I’m hyper aware of his presence. I can feel it all over my body, and I know this isn’t him.
“Hey, Payton.”
I glance over my shoulder and see Charlie, one of the newer mechanics, smiling at me. “Hey,” I say, turning back to the computer.
It all happens in slow motion. I hear him moving closer to me, I smell the grease, before he leans over, pressing his front to my back. His arms brace on either side of me, trapping me in and I’m frozen. I can’t speak. I can’t move. I can’t fucking breathe.
“You want to meet me after work for a drink,” he whispers in my ear.
Back up. Get the hell away. These are the things I’m screaming in my head. The things I’m willing myself to say, but nothing comes out. Fear has gripped me out of nowhere. I’ve never spoken more than a handful of words to Charlie before, but it’s like he suddenly has complete power over me. His hands travel up my arms and my stomach turns.
“A girl of few words. I like that,” he says, running his nose into my hair. I close my eyes, disgusted, yet completely motionless. “You’re beautiful.”
Suddenly, I feel relief. I can breathe. Just as quickly, I realize why.
“You ever put your hands on her again, I will rip out your beating heart. Fucking got it,” Asher says, holding Charlie against the wall.
The fear I see on his face must match my own, as he nods. “Yeah. Fuck. Get off me.”
“Don’t fucking test me, Charlie. This is not a line you want to push me over,” Asher whispers, methodically. “Tell her it won't happen again.”
“It won't happen again,” Charlie assures me. Asher releases him and he rushes out of the office.
Breathe. Just breathe.
“Are you alright?” he asks, in a soft, tender voice. The complete opposite of the man he just was.
I don’t answer, just stare at him. Stare at the only person who has ever stood up for me, defended me, made me feel safe. Not for the first time either. It’s like he knows, without me saying a word. He senses something.
“Payton,” he gently says.
Reality smacks me in the face and I straighten up. He can’t fuck me, kick me out and then come to my rescue like some imaginary knight in shining armor. It doesn’t work that way, not with me. I’ve lost enough of myself.
Turning away from him, I swallow past my dry throat. “I’m fine.”
“You aren’t fine. What the hell happened? It’s like you were completely frozen.”
“I said I’m fine. Now please leave,” I quietly say.
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The rest of the week goes by so quickly that I don’t even realize it’s Friday until my Dad asks what my plans are.
“Just relaxing, probably finishing up my book.”
He pulls up a chair, smiling. “We haven’t had any time to talk. Are you ever going to tell me why you decided to come here?”
Perfect. Just how I wanted to end my week. “It was time for a change, Dad,” I say, forcing a smile.
“It was too long, Payton,” he says, searching my face.
It’s just too much. I need to get out of here. “I know and I’m sorry. I really am. But, it’s why I’m here. I’m done with everything, so if you don’t mind maybe we can just talk another day. I’m tired and ready to just relax.”
Standing up he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Relief floods me as I power off the computer. I need time away from this place, these people. I haven’t spoken to Asher since Monday when I told him to get out. I’m not even sure if I’m ignoring him or he’s ignoring me at this point. The only thing I know is I want to unwind.
Walking out of the garage, the sun warms my skin. I miss being outside, enjoying the fresh air.
“Payton.” Asher’s deep voice calls out to me, making my body betray me when my stomach drops. “We need to talk.”
Spinning around, I’m met with a serious expression. His grease and oil covered hands run through his messy brown hair while his eyes search mine, willing me to say something.
“What could we possibly have to talk about,” I ask, unlocking my car.
“Everything. I’ll be at your place this weekend.” I watch his ass as he walks away. Stopping, he turns his head. “You have my word, it’s only talking.”
On the drive home, I’m not sure how to feel. The thought of being alone with him again makes my body feel things it shouldn’t. Things that make me worry I will be the one begging him to break his word.
Chapter Nine
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Asher
All week long, watching Payton and her father interact made me miss my own father. It’s been years since I lost him, and it still hurts like hell. I still pick up the phone absentmindedly to call him to tell him about something funny, or a sweet car I’m working on, forgetting he’s no longer here.
Life is cruel.
Both my parents were yanked away from me before their time was up. Well, before their time should have been up anyway. I miss them.
Pulling up to Payton’s apartment, I park and stare at the brick building. I’ve gone all damn week without saying a word to her. I tried to act like everything that happened from the fucking to wanting to kill Charlie didn’t happen, but I can’t. All it’s done is make me want her more. And she’s avoided me. Avoided everyone, really. She’s been a little withdrawn, not as cheerful, and I hate if I caused that.
Tonight, it’s all getting laid out on the table. She’s going to give me answers, and I’m going to apologize for being such a fucking coward.
She opens the door in little white shorts and a yellow tank and smiles. “Hey.”
“Hey. You look amazing,” I say, walking in. “Don't,” she says, turning to cross through the small space to the open kitchen. I follow her and lean against the counter.
She faces me and crosses her arms. “Don’t,” she says again.
I mimic her position, lifting my eyebrows. “Don’t, what?”
“Don’t come here being all... Asher,” she says, shaking her head.
I can’t help but laugh. “You don’t want me being all Asher? Well who do you want me to be?”
“That’s not what I meant. Just don�
��t flirt with me,” she says.
“I’m not flirting. You’d know if I was.” I follow her into the kitchen. Looking around, I notice there is nothing that says anyone lives here. No pictures, no curtains—no girly shit. It’s just this couch and a small coffee table in the living room, and no appliances in the spotless kitchen. “You still moving in?” I question.
“No.”
Now I’m really confused. “How long have you been here?”
She shrugs. “Almost three months.”
“Where the hell is all your stuff?” Maybe I shouldn’t ask, but fuck, I have more shit than she does.
“Storage. I don’t think you’re here to talk about my place, so why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
“I told you, we need to talk,” I say.
“About what? I don’t think there is much to say,” she comments.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
“Not really. But, you’re here now, would you like a drink?” She’s a bit sarcastic, so I hand it right back to her. “I would love a drink, please.” I laugh a little.
“But of course, kind sir. Let me wait on you hand and foot. I have beer or water,” she says even more sarcastically.
“Beer.”
“Yeah I thought you might say that.” She heads to the fridge and grabs two beers.
I take one from her and smile. She laughs and I’m happy she’s being friendly. I really don’t deserve it. “There is a lot that needs to be said.” I take a long pull of my beer, holding it in my hands as I search her face. “I owe you an apology for last weekend.” She goes to interrupt, and I place a finger over her full lips. “Don’t. I was an asshole. I messed up. It was fucking incredible, and after, I just, well, I felt overwhelmed. It’s not an excuse. I know that. I’m just trying to ask you to forgive me. It’s not how I wanted things to go, and I regret it. I’m so sorry, Payton. You deserve better than that, so much more than that.”
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