Asher (A Wesley Brothers Novel Book 3)

by Michelle Smith

  His lips pull away from mine and drop to one of the taut peaks, his tongue slicking hot moisture over it before he blows cool air across it. The move sends chills racing down my spine and elicits goosebumps to break out across my skin. Once he’s done the same to the other one, he trails kissed between my breasts and down my stomach. When he reaches my belly button, he stops, hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, and pulls them down my legs. I hold myself steady with my hands on his shoulders as he slips first one leg and then the other out of the silky, slick material.

  He stands, shoving my panties in his pocket. “Hope you’re not too attached to these. I’m keeping them.” He levels me with one of his smirks, and I could care less what he does with them. He can have all the panties if he keeps looking at me the way he just did.

  He comes around the back of me, his front pressed close to my back. One arm slinks around my waist, pulling me back into his firm chest and his very hard erection. His other hand slips down to my slit and grazes over the liquid heat already slicking my core. His hot breath in my ear melts me even more. “Go spread out on the bed for me Kara. I can’t wait to tie you up and play with this pretty pussy.”

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Asher

  I don’t think I’ve ever touched skin so soft.

  Kara’s shaved bare, her skin silky smooth and covered in slickness. Fuck, she gets so wet for me. She’s always wet for me.

  I love knowing I turn her on so much.

  The feeling is mutual. I walk around with a perpetual hard-on when I’m near her. Hell, most of the time I have one even when she’s not around. All I need to do is think about her and instantly my dick comes to life.

  Before she steps away from me, I take two fingers and slide them into her tightness while I bite the tender flesh on her neck. I don’t linger. I pull my fingers away before she can get any real relief from them. “Go on,” I whisper in her ear.

  She steps forward and I can resist dealing a resounding slap across her ass. The way it jiggles in response if fucking fantastic.

  She squeals, but she doesn’t say anything else. I watch her climb up onto the mattress and settle on her back into the center of it. I take a second to catch my breath, to will my dick from trying to escape my pants, but it’s hard.

  So, so hard.

  And all it wants is to find her wet heat.

  Patience, buddy.

  Seduce first, fuck later.

  I come around the side of the bed and grab one of the cuffs. I wrap the end of the strap around the post of the bed and thread the cuff back through it until it loops around the frame and pulls tight. My eyes find Kara’s, watching me unbuckle the cuff. “You ready?”

  “Yes.” Her word is soft—breathless, but clear. She holds her arm up and out to me, and watches as I buckle it around her wrist and adjust the strap until it’s pulled taut over her head.

  “Good?”

  She nods her head.

  I grab the second cuff and walk around to the other side of the bed, where she watches me repeat the process. Once I have her arms secured, I can’t help but stand there and gaze at her for a second. Her chest rises and falls with every deep breath she takes, her eyes are glazed with pleasure. “Lift your legs and bed them to your chest.”

  She gives me a perplexed expression but does what I ask. Taking one of the leather straps, I wrap it around her bent knee and adjust the tightness, so her calf and thigh are bound together. After doing the same for the other leg, I affix the second set of cuffs to each ankle. But instead of tying them to the bottom bedposts, I thread the straps through the ones attached to her legs and back up to the posts her hands are trussed up to. When I’m done, I stand back and look at my handy work.

  Holy fuck, she is a vision all bound and exposed to me. Her arms have no slack, her legs even less. The straps around her legs keep her spread open for me, the evidence of her arousal dripping down through her pussy and leaving a wet spot on the comforter.

  And I haven’t even fucking touched her yet.

  She looks at me with wide, trusting eyes and all I want to do is make her feel good, but I also want to make her wait and let the anticipation build. I slowly begin undressing, her eyes never leaving my body. Her breathing increases with every article of clothing I shed, until I’m in nothing but my boxer briefs, my cock straining against the stretched fabric. I make a show of taking out the handful of condoms from the box and tossing them on the bed above her. And because I can’t stand it anymore, I climb up onto the bed between her legs, so her pussy is bared right in front of me.

  “Fuck, I wish you could see how amazing you look to me right now.” I slip my fingers over her wet center and pull it away, lifting it to show her. “Look how wet you are for me right now, Kara. You’re dripping, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

  She groans when she sees me slip my fingers into my mouth and lick the sticky sweetness from them. Then it’s my turn to groan.

  “You always taste so sweet,” I tell her. “And now I can lick this pussy and you can’t push me away.” I give her a wicked smile and stretch out on the bed between her legs, blowing cool air across her sensitive clit. With my hands free, I slide them under her ass and lift her to my mouth, taking one long lick up her center with the flat of my tongue.

  Kara tries to buck up into me, but her restraints keep her from achieving her goal. A groan of frustration rips from her throat at not being able to control her movements.

  “Nowhere to go, baby. Lie there and take the pleasure I give you.” I sweep my tongue through her wetness again, sucking hard on her clit before releasing her. I take one of my hands out from under her ass and slip two fingers into her pussy. Her body immediately clamps down around my fingers, pulling me in and Christ, I wish it was my dick right now instead of my fingers.

  I won’t last long after I push into her, though. Not with the way her pussy is gripping my fingers. I need to give her an orgasm or two first before I take my own.

  I slide a third finger in and work all three in tandem with my tongue flicking against her clit. She tries to close her legs, but she can’t no matter how hard she struggles against her bonds. “Do you want me to stop, baby?” I ask before taking her clit in my mouth and sucking it hard again.

  “No, fuck no. Don’t stop. Please.”

  “Please what, baby?”

  I pull back and she lets out a frustrated moan. “Make me come, Ash. Please?”

  Gladly.

  I speed up my fingers, stroking her deep inside her core and give one last hard tug on her clit which pushes her over the edge. Her pussy coats my fingers, the liquid heat dripping down my hand as her orgasm rocks through her. Sitting up, I pull my fingers from her and tuck them in my mouth, savoring the sweetness again before wiping her arousal from my chin with the back of my hand.

  Damn, this girl gets wet.

  While she’s coming down from her high, I climb from the bed, grab the wand massager, and plug it into the outlet beside her bed. I grab the cane and climb back between her legs.

  “Now that I have you warmed up, let me play with you for a while.” Abandoning the massager next to me, I slide closer between her legs. The crown of my dick bumps against the slick heat of her pussy and it’s all I can do not to shove into her tightness and forget all about the other things I wanted to do with her.

  Ignoring the urge, I begin trailing the cane over her body with feather-like softness. Whisper light, I start at her neck and down between her tits. I trace around her nipples, enjoying watching the goosebumps break out across her soft flesh. The nipple peaks hard when I rub the cane over it, and I relish the gasp that escapes her when I flick it against the tight nub.

  So, I do it again.

  Harder this time.

  My dick jerks at the sound, at the feel of the cane connecting with her body.

  Fuck.

  No wonder Lane is into this shit.

  I
slide the cane to the other side, flicking the second hardened peak the same way I did the first one, eliciting the same reaction. I drag the wood against her skin, down her belly until I reach the lips of her exposed pussy, already dripping with new arousal. I slide the cane through the slickness.

  “Did this turn you on, Kara?”

  She moans, long and low, before answering me. “Yes.” She swallows and sucks in a breath, tugging at her restraints. “More.”

  I flick the cane against her clit and the moan that pours from her mouth is so loud it had to be heard in the next apartment over. I fully expect Ms. Crabtree to come banging on the door checking to see if Kara’s okay.

  “Shhh,” I tell Kara. “If you can’t stay quiet, next time I’ll need to bring a ball gag.”

  Kara laughs softly. “Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

  “Kinky girl. I like it.” I flick her clit again. This time she manages to reign in her sounds. I pepper quick, successive flicks against her lips, this time avoiding the clit altogether. Kara writhes and struggles, her pussy turning even more pink than the beautiful shade it usually is.

  When I rub the cane’s tip over her clit, she wiggles enough to get away from me. “Fuck! Please, Ash. No more. Just fuck me.”

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I toss the cane to the floor, grab a condom from the unused pile on the mattress, and quickly sheath my straining cock. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. I say the same thing every time I’m around Kara, but hell, this woman makes me hard like no other. It’s unreal what she does to my body.

  I climb to my knees in front of her. Her legs spread wide and forced open give me easy access, and with one smooth motion, I plunge into her pussy, her wet skin slapping against my groin as I bottom out inside her.

  Fuck! She’s tight, hot, and so fucking wet.

  I’m torn between whether I want to take it slow and make it last, or if I want to ram into her like the possessive caveman I’m channeling. The former is the wiser decision, but the latter is a basic instinct I can’t pass up.

  I pull out to the tip and shove in again, the resounding slap of her body against mine feeding my need even more. I slide closer, tucking my knees under her raised ass and pound into her. Grabbing the massager, I turn it on and press it straight to Kara’s exposed clit. Another scream rips from her throat. I make a mental note to order a gag and then push the thought from my mind. At this moment, I don’t care if she screams the building down. I want everyone to know who’s claiming her right now. And aside from someone breaking the front door to get in here, we’re not stopping until I wring out all she has left.

  “Ash!” My name pours from her lips as I continue my deep, hard strokes. I feel her pussy pulsing, pulling me in with every squeeze as her orgasm rips through her. “Come on baby. One more.”

  I flip the setting up to high and fuck, I can feel the vibrations through her body straight to my cock. The feeling is too much. Between the vibrations of the massager and her pussy milking my cock for all it has, I can’t hold on anymore. I come hard, right as I feel another orgasm rip through Kara. Her scream almost drowns out my roar of pleasure. My muscles contract as I keep pumping into her, her body draining mine. I turn off the massager and drop it on the bed beside us, taking a few more strokes in her pussy before finally letting my deflating cock slip from her heat.

  Leaning over her still bound body, I take Kara’s lips in a deep kiss, the both of us trying to catch our breaths.

  “Ash?” Kara’s voice breathes out when my lips slip from hers.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I’m still tied up.”

  “Shit,” I mumble, sitting up and getting to work on the cuffs. I unbuckle the ones around her ankles and pull the straps off her legs. She stretches them out while I undo the buckles around her wrists. I climb back onto the bed, wedging my body in between her legs so I can lay over her again. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a slow, sensual kiss that has me on the fast track to round two.

  Smiling down on her, I ask, “Did you like it?”

  She fights the smile pulling at her lips but loses the battle. “Oh, yes. I definitely liked it.”

  “Good, because we’re definitely doing that again.”

  “Definitely. I like exploring my kinky side with you.” She smirks and pulls me in for another kiss.

  Her words ring in my ears. Now would be the perfect time to bring up my history with Lane’s parties. You don’t get a better opening than this.

  Instead, we get to work on finishing this pile of condoms.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kara

  “I can’t believe today is already your last day.”

  Ash’s words almost bring tears to my eyes, but I fight them off as best I can. This isn’t a goodbye for us. It only means I won’t see him all the time, but still it’ll be strange not working with him anymore.

  The last few weeks have flown by. I suppose time really does fly by when you’re having fun and being with Ash is more fun than I could have ever imagined.

  “You said you don’t have to start the new job until Monday?”

  “Yes. I’ll go in later this week and fill out all the new hire paperwork.” Sloan’s colleague decided to hire me on an interim basis. If he’s happy with my work, he said he would take me on full time. I’ll still be in the building with Ash, but it won’t be the same. I’m used to peeking into his office whenever I want and seeing his handsome face. Now, I’ll be two floors away.

  I know. Even I think I sound silly, but I’ve got it bad.

  Ash slips in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His breath is warm on my ear. “I’m gonna miss you around here.”

  I paste a smile on my face and turn in his embrace. “You are?” I tug my arms free and wrap them around his neck.

  “I am.” He gives me a brief kiss. “But just because you won’t be in my office anymore doesn’t mean we still won’t see each other. You’re only two floors away, and I could always use a standing lunch date.”

  “Consider your calendar booked.” Our lips meet for another kiss, this one not so brief.

  “Okay, you guys are cute and all but you’re starting to make me nauseous.” Kendra waltzes into Ash’s office and drops a file on his desk with a loud thwack.

  “Do you think you can keep your hands off her long enough for her to finish filling me in on what’s been going on here for the last six weeks?”

  Her question is directed at Ash, but he doesn’t look her way when he answers. “No.” He dips back in for another kiss through my smile.

  “Asher Wesley, get your tongue out of her mouth and let us get back to work.” The smile tilting Kendra’s face belies the seriousness she’s trying to convey, but Ash still isn’t giving up so easily.

  “It’s your fault. If you weren’t stealing my girl for the night I wouldn’t have to soak up as much time with her now.”

  “Relax Romeo. I’m giving her back.” Kendra heads to the door and tosses over her shoulder, “You know I’m not into chicks.”

  With those parting words, she struts into the other room, leaving Ash and me laughing.

  “That woman is crazy.” He gives me one last kiss before we finally separate.

  “Yes, she is.”

  I grab the stack of folders—the ones which brought me into Ash’s office ten minutes ago—and head back out into the reception area, pulling the extra chair we brought from the storage room beside Kara’s.

  “These are files for Ash’s first three appointments on Monday. I’ve already pulled everything he needs, but you’ll have to print out the financial reports on Monday morning.” I lay a piece of paper on the top of the stack. “And here is a current appointment list for the rest of the week.” I look up to find her staring at me. “What?”

  She looks at me for another second before turning her gaze back to her computer screen. “Nothing.”

  Well, now she’s got me curious. �
�Why were you looking at me like that?”

  “No reason.”

  “Kendra,” her name comes out on a sigh.

  “I’m not used to seeing you this happy, okay? I like it.”

  I can’t stop the grin from forming. “I like it too.”

  ***

  “Okay, spill it.”

  “Spill what?” I ask innocently. Honestly, I’m not sure what she’s talking about. Kendra is all over the place.

  “How serious is this thing you’ve got going on with Ash? I’ve been dying to ask you all day, but he wouldn’t get two feet away from you long enough for us to have an actual conversation about him.”

  The bartender steps up, giving me a short reprieve from answering. “Can we get two Royal Fucks and two shots of Fireball?”

  “You got it darlin.” With a wink in my direction, he heads off to make our shots.

  “I thought you couldn’t drink because you were breastfeeding?’

  “Nah, I pumped before I got here. I’ll pump and dump at his next feeding. I’ve got enough milk stored in the fridge, so it won’t matter.”

  I don’t even want to know what she’s talking about.

  The bartender sets our shots in front of us with another wink before he heads to his other patrons.

  “See?”

  Now I’m thoroughly confused. “See what?”

  “The bartender blatantly checked you out, winked at you twice, and you didn’t so much as bat an eyelash at him. You’ve got it bad girl. Spill it.”

  Truth is, I did notice, but I’m not interested. Knowing she’s never going to give up, I decide to give in. Sighing, I ask, “What do you want to know?”