not used to the carnal aggression Asher brings to sex and I’m pretty sure his filthy, deviant mind is working on broadening my horizons.
“Damn…” Asher shifts in his seat. He grabs at his crotch and makes an adjustment. “I don’t know what the hell just went through your head, but you have my attention.”
“I was just thinking about a couple things.”
“Things?”
“Yes—things.” I look toward the barn. “What do you think of showing me a little of your rope work?”
His head tips back and he clutches at the hardness pressing behind the zipper of his jeans.
“Fuck, I think I’m going to come right here. You interested in getting tied up, little backpack?”
I nibble at my lower lip. “That depends. Will I be going for a ride?” Leaning forward, I place my hand over his and give a little squeeze. He’s fully erect and squirming in his seat.
“Oh, I’ll take you for a ride, but I’d rather put you on your knees.”
I lean back and lick my lips. “Too bad your brothers are here.”
“Fuck that.” Abruptly, he stands and lunges for me. I shrink back, but then give a little squeak when he lifts me out of my seat and slings me over his shoulder. He locks me in with an arm around my legs and heads for the barn.
“I’m perfectly capable of walking.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that, but I don’t want you running off.”
I playfully slap his back and he rewards me with a swat to my ass.
“Stop that, little backpack.” The tonal registers of his voice shift to a low, throaty growl. “Or you’ll wind up over my knee.”
Holy fuck, that’s sexy.
A man on a mission to fuck, Asher marches with single-minded determination to the barn.
I think he’s going to put me down and we’re going to have sex away from the prying eyes of his brothers. I’m not prepared for the fire in his eyes, the command in his voice, or the way I yield to his desire.
He takes me to the back of the barn where he deposits me on my feet then presses down on my shoulders. His intent is clear.
I fall to my knees as he flips the button of his jeans and lowers the zipper with a rasp. His eyes are hooded. Lust blows out his pupils, turning his green eyes nearly black. He frees his cock, then palms the back of my head.
There’s no asking.
No sexual banter.
This is Asher in the raw, focused on one thing. Damn if I don’t find that sexy as hell.
“Open that sexy mouth.”
With his hand on the back of my head, it’s not like I have much choice. He practically yanks me onto his dick.
“That’s right…swallow me whole.” His hips rock forward and I take him in.
A needy throb lodges itself between my legs. I’m terribly turned on by this side of Asher. My place is clear and it’s all about serving Asher’s pleasure.
Why does that excite me as much as it does? I don’t know and frankly I don’t care. My mouth opens and I do exactly as he says.
He groans as I take him in.
“Fuuuck, I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you. You on your knees. Me standing over you. You taking me in and swallowing me whole.” His fingers tighten in my hair and his hips jerk forward as he tries to shove himself deeper in my mouth.
I work to take him in, to open my mouth and drown him in sensation. I’m not sure if I’m giving him a blowjob or if he’s taking it from me. All I care about is the crazy way he makes me feel, the way I respond to his demands, and how fucking hot all of it is.
“You drive me insane. Do you know what the sight of you on your knees does to me? Do you know all the filthy things I want to do to you?”
With my mouth full of his cock, it’s impossible to answer, but I look up at him and our gazes lock.
I imagine what he must see. Me on my knees. His dick buried in my mouth. It’s got to be fucking erotic as hell.
His grip tightens and I’m fully at his mercy as he pulls out of my mouth and slams forward. There’s no easy rocking back and forth. There’s no slow drag as I slide my mouth up and down his cock. My control is non-existent as he takes his pleasure.
Asher’s head tips back. The muscles in his