We don’t come up for breath. I shove her shorts and panties down, and she does the same with my shorts and briefs. Both of us are hungry and desperate, neither giving a fuck about the mistake we are currently making.
I can’t take much more as her hand wraps around my cock, refusing to let go. One of my hands cups her breast as the other finds the wetness between her thighs. She strokes me gently as I explore her wet slit with my fingers, flicking over her clit and making her hiss. “God, Asher, I want you inside of me.”
I let my teeth drag over her jaw and then her neck, grazing her only slightly. “I’m not in love with you.”
“Good.” She doesn’t miss a beat as her fingers grip my hair, her other hand stroking my shaft over and over. “I don’t love you.”
I move both of my hands to her ass, picking her up, pressing her body against the wall. “You better not run away this time.”
Her head shakes from side to side as she positions my aching dick at her entrance. “I won’t. Never again.”
I thrust inside her, making us both gasp as her fingernails sink into my scalp and her lips dip down to mine, riding my cock as I pull back and then slam into her again. “Fuck,” I pant against her mouth.
“Oh god, it shouldn’t feel this good,” she sighs against my mouth as I fill her, her nails dragging down the back of my neck to my shoulders. I’m certain it will leave a mark, and I fucking want it to.
“It’s because it’s really fucking wrong.”
Her pussy clenches around me when I hit her deep inside, and she bites my bottom lip. “Well, don’t stop. I’m already close to coming.”
Her voice is so hot. I can hear the want dripping from her words. Holding her against the wall with one hand, I use the other to tease her clit. “I’m not fucking stopping, no matter how epically stupid this is.”
“It’s only stupid if we act that way after, Asher.”
I can’t focus on her words when she clenches around my cock again, spurring me toward my own orgasm.
“Come with me,” she breathes against my lips.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
She laughs, and it’s fucking beautiful when she nips my lips and then pulls me into a desperate kiss. “Just do it, you asshole.”
I would love to defy her, but I'm too fucking close to spilling my load inside her already. “You still have the IUD?”
Her eyes meet mine as she pulls back only slightly. It’s clear she only just now realized we didn’t have the birth control talk. “Yes.”
I nod my head, my forehead brushing against hers before my lips kiss hers again. “Good because I'm going to come inside of you and make damn sure you feel me.”
She gasps into my mouth, her lips capturing mine as she squeezes me so tight with her orgasm, mine soon follows with a roar coming from my throat into her mouth.
Her nails dig into my shoulder blades as I pound into her. Her tight pussy milks every last bit of cum from my cock. “Jesus, Asher.”
I’m still holding her up as we catch our breath.
“Your teacher fantasy satisfied?”
I let her feet drop to the floor as she picks up her shirt and slips it on, followed by her shorts. “I'll let you know.”
I nod, tugging on my own shorts. “This can’t happen again.”
She smooths down her hair with her hand, still panting as she bites her bottom lip with her pearly teeth and shrugs. “As long as we’re smarter this time, I don’t see why not.”
“Viv . . .” I warn, but it’s too late. She’s already pulled open the door and effectively ignored me.
Yup, this was really fucking stupid.
I refuse to regret last night. I know it’s dangerous, but I meant what I said. I honestly think this is only stupid if we aren’t prepared.
I know Asher doesn’t want a relationship, and after everything we went through, I’m beginning to believe we aren’t right for each other.
Still, no one knows my body like he does. No one gets me that excited. There’s no denying we have chemistry, but I’ve learned a lot since the first time. And I know chemistry doesn’t always mean love.
Asher and I don’t work outside of the bedroom, and that’s okay.
The door bursts open, and Baz runs inside the house, flinging his backpack on the couch before running past me to his room. “Hey!” But it’s too late, he’s already gone.
Asher saunters in, placing his leather bag on the couch and plopping down beside it with his phone in hand. Just the sight of him, dressed in his clothes for school, his large hand holding his phone with his hair tousled just right is almost too much.
Get it together, Viv.
Jesus, you would think I was starved for sex.
Is it the profession or the man?
His words from last night ring in my ears, and I bite my bottom lip, drifting back to that moment. He looks up from his phone, one eyebrow raised like he can hear my thoughts. “Stop.”
I look down at my own phone in my hand. Before they got home, I was going over my notes for the next project with Lola and Penelope. “Stop what?”
“Thinking about my cock.”
My eyes raise, and I hope they portray how infuriating he is. “Are you serious?” I look back toward the hallway, seeing that Baz is in his room at the end of the hall, but it’s pretty far away. “What if Baz hears that?”
“Pretty sure he doesn’t know what cock means yet, but what if he would have walked in on us last night? You didn’t seem too worried about that.”
My jaw drops, and I honestly have no idea why. I’m so used to him being a prick by now. “Did you have a bad day today or something? You seemed fine this morning.”
“I am fine.”
He’s not. He’s clearly pissed-off, and of course, instead of just talking about it like a human being, he’s going to punish me. “You’re not.” I straighten my shoulders and place my phone on the coffee table.
Maybe he isn’t ready to handle things like adults, but I am. I’m not going to run away or scream at him. I’m certainly not going to sulk and pout like a hurt puppy.
“I don’t regret last night.” I keep my voice low, quickly glancing back toward Baz, seeing he’s still playing happily and look back to Asher. “But I don’t want Baz to know about any of this. Ever.”
“I don’t either.” He places his phone next to him on the couch and leans forward. “That’s why it can’t happen anymore.”
I shrug my shoulders slightly, brushing him off. “I didn’t say that.”
“Well I fucking did.” I don’t say anything, and he only gets angrier. “I mean it, Viv.”
“I’m not going to beg you to sleep with me, Asher, but I’ve grown. I’m different now.”
He rolls his eyes and slumps back against the couch. “No. You haven't.”
“How dare you tell me who I am.” I lean closer to him, but I keep my voice down. “I was naïve with you the first time, but I’m well aware now that you won’t ever want a relationship. I don’t even want that anymore.”
“Jesus Christ, Viv.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, gripping the ends. “You haven’t changed a bit.” He points furiously at me. “You knew full well the first time that I didn’t' want a relationship. You just ignored it.”