Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,90
neck draw tight with strain as he moves in and out of my mouth. His body shakes as he fucks my mouth.
“I want to tie you up. Smack that perfect ass. Fuuuck…I want to control you. I want to fuck you until you beg. I want to watch you come apart for me.”
I may not have control of my head, but I do control my hands. I yank his jeans down, exposing his ass, and wrap my arms around him. His breath hitches and I wonder if he knows I’ve given myself to him.
Whatever he wants—it’s his.
Whatever he needs—I’ll give.
“Look at me.” His command snaps through the air and my gaze lifts to meet his. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” Strain fills his voice. His legs shake. “Fuuuck, I’m going to come.”
He releases his grip on my head and I understand what he’s saying. I can pull off and he’ll shoot his load onto the straw around us. Or, I can take him in and swallow him whole.
I dip my head forward, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Ev-e-lyn…” Taut with strain, his voice waivers as he makes sure this is okay.
I draw back, using my tongue to stimulate him and let him know I want this too.
He reaches down, taking my head in his hands. “I need to move… Fuck, I need…”
I know exactly what he needs. Asher can be a soft and gentle lover, but this is who he really is. He’s a man willing to take as well as give. I want him to have it all.
I give the slightest shake of my head, granting him permission to do what he needs.
A growl escapes him as he releases the last of his restraint.
I gag as he goes deep and ramps up his pace. This is no blowjob and I’m just holding on for the ride.
24
Asher
I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as Evelyn on her knees. God, the sight of her lips wrapped around my cock. The way her tongue strokes me. The warm, wet heat of her mouth taking me in. It’s enough on its own to make a man go insane, but what really drives me over the edge is the desire in her eyes and the permission she gives for me to unleash the last bit of my restraint and chase my release.
I can be kind and gentle. Some of the best sex is when I take things slow, one hundred percent focused not on me, but the needs of my partner. I love the power which comes with that.
But I like this too. The taking and claiming. The freedom to let a willing partner give me what I need.
And I take that now.
My hips jerk erratically and my body gives a shudder. I come with a low, throaty, growl as my release rushes through me. It’s powerful. A toe-curling explosion of lust and heat coursing through my body.
And Evelyn?
She’s goddamn sexy on her knees. The trust in her eyes warms my heart. Her willingness to give so that I might take turns me inside out. She’s perfection.
I let the wave pass, panting against the sensation before dropping to my knees and taking her in my arms.
“That wasn’t too…” As much as I enjoyed coming unglued, I worry about it being too much. I especially worry about scaring her off.
Shit, I told her I wanted to control her while blinded by my lust and driven with need. That kind of shit tends to scare people away.
She buries her head against my chest. “That was…”
Scary? Distasteful? Overbearing?
Wrong?
Her arms encircle my waist. “Asher…” She says my name on a sigh, then looks up at me. “That was incredible.”
My insides clench because incredible sounds fantastic.
“That was fucking hot as hell.” I brush aside the hair from her face as she places a hand over my chest.
Like a rush of heat, all the tension leaves my body.
Hot as hell?
I like that.
“About some of what I said…” I take in a stabilizing breath. She peeks up through her lashes then dips her head. That’s the hesitation I fear.
She presses her palm against my chest, right over my heart. “Whatever you want, Asher—it’s yours.”
I choke at her words. She keeps her chin tucked, but damn if I need to see the truth in her eyes.
“Evelyn…”
Her grip tightens and she presses her cheek to my chest. Her fingers draw a circle over my heart.
“Whatever you need—take it.”
Shit, that’s not a fucking circle. That thing she’s tracing over my heart?