“Sorry, Elle. I won’t always drag it out like this.” He dips his head to kiss me, and keeps kissing me as he speaks, the words falling out in between pecks to my cheeks, my jawline, my neck, the shell of my ear. “But I’ve… imagined this… more times than will make me sound cool to admit.” He draws back slightly to look at me. “We’ll only get this first time once. I want to make it special.”
My eyes burn a little, and I blink quickly because oh my God, I am not going to cry during sex, but I reach up to run my fingers along the straight line of his jaw.
“It already is special, Ash. It’s you.”
Fire sparks in his hypnotic green eyes, and when he kisses me again, there’s an urgency, an uncontrolled edge to it that makes my toes curl and my stomach flip with excitement.
Oh, goody. I think I said the magic words.
The only damn thing still separating us is his boxer briefs, and when I reach down to get the stupid things out of the way, he helps me. Together, we work them down his legs until he kicks them off, and then he leans over me slightly, reaching for a drawer in the dresser by his bed.
I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper, but that’s the last thought I give it because suddenly he’s kissing me again, and I’m kissing him back, our mouths fused together like we need this connection to survive. He pulls his hips away for a second to roll the condom on, but his lips never leave mine, and when I feel the head of his cock nudge my entrance, I hook my legs around his waist, determined not to let him slow down this roller coaster we’re on.
But Asher really must be able to read my mind, cuff or no cuff, because he knows exactly what I need.
He surges forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt, and when I gasp into his mouth at the sudden exquisite intrusion, he pulls back and thrusts in again.
Oh fuck, yes. Yes.
My body is spiraling upward again, the first two orgasms just an appetizer for the main course, and Asher’s making these low, deep noises in the back of his throat that hit my ears and land somewhere near my heart.
I cling to him as he drives into me over and over, running my hands over his broad, lean back, digging my fingernails into his skin.
“Asher. Oh fuck!”
His strokes get harder and deeper, the tempo less even, and I feel him thicken and swell inside me. My hips crash into his, meeting him thrust for thrust, and when he bottoms out inside me and grinds his hips hard against mine, the pressure on my clit makes fireworks explode inside me. My pussy clamps down hard around him as he comes too, both of us panting and shaking and clinging to each other.
We come down slowly, wrapped up in each other’s arms like that. His body is draped over mine, but the weight is pleasant, grounding, and his breath tickles the hair near my ear.
After a few moments—though much sooner than I’d like—he pulls out, pressing a kiss to my nose before disappearing into the bathroom. When he walks back out, I haven’t moved an inch, and he returns my sated smile as he crawls up beside me on the bed and lies on his back. I roll over to rest against him, draping a leg and an arm over him as our lips meet in a languid kiss.
“Okay, I definitely needed that,” I murmur.
“I think we both did.”
He holds me close, gently untangling my hair, threading his fingers through it. I feel like a sleek, satisfied cat, practically purring. Holy shit, that was fucking amazing. Better than I imagined—and I think I could give Asher a run for his money in how often I’ve fantasized about the two of us together. Good thing we’re in a corner dorm room so I didn’t have to worry about making noise, although if one of the guys had walked in—
That thought stops me short.
Oh my God.
What if Dmitri or Cam or both had walked in on us?
Something of my thoughts must show on my face, because Asher gives me a fond smile. “What is it, Elle?”
I shrug. “I was just thinking—what if the other two had walked in? I mean, this is