The house was dark and quiet as I made my way down the hall and toward the stairs. I looked over and saw that Mr. and Mrs. Creed’s door was closed and no sounds were coming from inside. Everyone was asleep.
My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my head as I made my way down to the main level and rounded the corner to head to the basement stairs. If he was asleep I was just going to run back up to Harper’s room and pretend this never happened.
But as I went into the basement, careful to shut the door at the top of the stairs quietly, I saw the light illuminating from Asher’s bedroom.
Shit. He was still awake. I was thrilled and my excitement was on overdrive, but I was also upset that he was still awake.
I didn’t knock. I just lightly pushed his door open and found him lying on top of his covers, staring into his phone.
The light from the phone illuminated his face perfectly and I could stand there all night just staring at his perfect features.
“Hi...” I said softly as my nerves pounded through me.
He looked up at me with a sultry grin and set his phone down on the table next to him.
I had never been in Asher’s bedroom before now, and it was not at all what I had expected. It was clean and tidy and he had skateboarding posters all over the walls along with band advertisements and other guy stuff.
He stood up from the bed and walked toward me as he reached around and shut his door. Then he stood dangerously close to me as he stared silently down into my eyes. Why wasn’t he saying anything? And why did he look almost perturbed that I was here?
Then he grabbed my chin and forced my face up to his as his eyes scanned over my face. His eyes were so damn beautiful and mysterious. I never knew what he was thinking when I looked at him.
When I went to say something, he cut me off as he lowered his face and kissed me. Actually kissed me! And it wasn’t rough. It was very sweet and tender. I felt his tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth to him as he slid his tongue in my mouth. He tasted so good.
I moaned into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss and explored every inch of my mouth while he wrapped his own arms around my waist and held me tightly to his chest. I never wanted this to end. It felt like the world and all its problems disappeared when he kissed me like we were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered.His kiss became rough and more demanding as I felt his hands go toward the bottom of my shirt as he finally lifted it up and over my head. I watched him look down at me with hungry eyes as I stood there in front of him only wearing panties. Panties that were still wet from our naughty rendezvous on the couch.
“Touch me...” he growled out; his voice low and raspy.
I didn’t know what he meant by that so I nervously placed my hands on his chest. Is this what he wanted?
He smirked and shook his head. “Touch me, Stanford... How you want to.”
Well, that would be easy. I wanted to touch him everywhere and feel his skin against mine. So I did the only thing I could think of and slid my hands up his shirt and across his muscular stomach before I rested them on his pecks. I was still a ball of nerves but I was also feeling brave.
I slid my hands down, trying to memorize how he felt, as my hands went lower and lower until I found his jeans and undid them.
He reached behind him and tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it next to mine on the floor. I was in heaven as I stood there and stared at his sun-kissed skin and all the curves and crevices of his muscles. I really wanted to drag my tongue over his abs and watch him tense beneath me.
He continued to watch me as I continued to undo his jeans and pushed them to the floor. I left him in his boxers because I wasn’t ready for what was inside of them just yet. I was experienced in the bedroom, but this was... new.
After I dragged his jeans to his ankles and watched him step out of them, I stood back up and looked at him with timid eyes.
“That’s all you’re going to do?” he asked with a smirk on his lips.
“What else do you want me to do?” I asked shyly.
He chuckled. “It’s clear how long you’ve wanted me, Stanford. I figured you’d want to reenact your dreams with the real thing.” His tone was cocky and domineering.
And I didn’t know why, but it hurt. He didn’t actually like me. He was just doing what he always did; get his rocks off and then ditch out. No strings attached, right? But as tears filled my eyes, I completely changed my mind.
I shook my head and bent down to grab my shirt. “I can’t do this...” I breathed. I can’t be another notch on his bedpost, no matter how much I physically wanted him. Hell, who am I kidding? I emotionally wanted him too. Something that would completely break the rule.
I walked toward his door as I tried to put my shirt back on but he ran over and put his hand on the door, blocking me from leaving.
“Where are you going? We aren’t done here.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the outside of his boxers, showing me how hard he was. “Don’t be a tease, Stanford.”
But I ripped my hand away as my tears were seriously close to falling down my cheeks. I didn’t want him to see that.
“I can’t... I can’t be another notch on your bedpost, Asher.” I took a deep breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this.”
He laughed. “A notch on my bedpost? Look around, Stanford... I don’t have bedposts.”
But when he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his eyes softened and he looked taken aback.
Then he quietly said, “I don’t think of you like that. If you were just a conquest, a notch on my bedpost, I would have left it last night...” He ran his thumb across my cheek. “You’re not the only one wanting to reenact a fantasy from your dreams.”
This surprised me. He dreamed about me too? How the hell have I not seen this sooner? I was apparently completely blind.
“You dream about me too?” I asked softly.
He nodded. “And you wonder why we don’t get along? This sexual tension between us is palpable.” His finger slid down my neck and over my collarbone. “Don’t leave...”
I stared up into his eyes and saw the truth there. This wasn’t a line he would use to get into some girl’s pants. No, he had already been in mine and it was not like Asher to taste test twice.
So I reached up and laced my fingers in his hair as I brought his lips down to mine. Damn, he seriously tasted so good.
He wrapped his arms around my waist as I dropped my shirt back to the floor. He carried me over to his bed and laid us down as I tried so hard not to freak out in the best way possible.
As he laid between my legs I could feel his erection against me and I desperately wanted to grind against him. So I did just that and he moaned into our kiss.
Then I felt him reach between us as he pushed my panties to the side and started playing with my clit. I was dripping wet so he easily slid across my lips.
“Ah,” I cried as I reached down and slipped inside of his boxers as I wrapped my delicate fingers around him.
“Don’t... I’m already about to cum.” He leaned back as he removed his finger from my clit and knelt on his knees.
I watched him stick his thumbs inside the top of his boxers and pushed them down as his large, hard cock sprung out. My mouth watered and my heart raced.
Then I did something I never thought I’d have the guts to do and pushed him to his back while I got onto my knees, wrapped my hand around him, and buried his cock in my mouth.
“Jesus!” He hissed out as his hips pushed into me.
I moaned with his cock in my mouth. He tasted even better down here and just from this I was about to cum. All of my fantasies were really coming to life and I was thrilled.
I then felt his hips thrust into my mouth as he fucked me with his own rhythm as I continued to suck and flick my tongue across him.
His cock swelled and his cum hit the back of my throat. I moaned at the sensation of it and he let out a loud guttural groan.
“My turn...” He grinned down at me and grabbed underneath my arms as he flipped me to my back and tore my panties off.
I had never done this. My heart was racing more than it ever had and then his mouth was on me.
And it felt amazing! His tongue flicked across my clit before he lapped his tongue between my lips and teased my opening. Then he brought his teases back up to my clit while he slid two fingers inside of me and curved them to find my g-spot.
“Yes! Asher!” I moaned as I thrust my hips into his face.
He groaned and the vibration against my clit pushed me over the edge as my orgasm crashed through my body. He leaned back and grinned down at me. His chin was wet from me and as he wiped it away, he moved between my legs. My heart thundered in my chest as I came down from my orgasm and then he sank deeply inside of me.
I cried out as I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned with every thrust. He pounded harder and faster as our breaths and moans became one.
And then I came again; I couldn’t help it. And then he came too.
He stayed between my legs for a moment before he rolled to the side and sighed out.
“Damn, Stanford. Who knew you had that in you.” He leaned over and sucked my tight nipple into his mouth before he grinned up at me. My entire body shook as my breath lodged in my throat and I held his gaze. “Give me five and we’ll go again.”Again?!
It was nearing five in the morning before Asher would let me leave. My legs were jello and I had a sweet aching pain between my legs.
I would give up another night’s sleep for that again. Asher blew my mind in more ways than I knew possible. The guy was seriously talented. And that tongue! Who knew?
He lightly kissed my lips before I opened his door.
“You staying the night again tomorrow?” He asked.
I blushed. “Technically today... and I don’t know.”
“Well, if you do... you know where to find me.” He stepped back and I watched as he climbed into his bed.
I really wish I could crawl in with him and lay in his arms until the sun rose, but that would be cutting it too close and we both knew it.
And he wanted to do it again. I smiled all the way back up to Harper’s bedroom as I snuck back in quietly.
I could not fall asleep to save my life. I could still feel Asher’s hands on me. His lips on me. His body connecting with mine in more ways than one. And I desperately wanted to go back downstairs.
Damn this rule!!
And when I finally felt like I had just fallen asleep, Harper was shaking my shoulder.
“Hey! Wake up, sleepyhead!”
I groaned and stared up at her. She was already dressed and ready to tackle the day. And even though I just woke up, all I could think about was him: Asher.
“Laaayla!!!” Harper sang. “I have a day date with Tate today. You can join if you want or....”
I shook my head. “It’s okay. Go enjoy your guy. I’ll be home in bed.”
She giggled. “Why are you so sleepy? Wet dreams of Jake keep you up all night?”
I blushed. “Something like that.” I slowly got out of her bed and got dressed.
“What is that?...” She stopped and pointed at my neck.
I instinctively reached up and grabbed my neck. “What?” I walked over to her mirror and gasped. There was a small red hickey and I began to panic.
“Was that always there?”
“Yep. Must have forgotten about it.” I laughed nervously. “Are you going to be late?”
She looked at her cell. “Shit. Yeah. Gotta go. My parents are at work. Help yourself to some breakfast and a shower. I’ll see you later!” She scurried from the room and I turned back to the mirror and stared at the hickey there.
A smile lifted my lips with the memory of Asher claiming me. I could almost feel his mouth on my neck as he pounded into me. Then I felt the familiar ache between my legs again before I tried to push him from my thoughts and went to take a shower.
I was in big, big trouble…
I went downstairs in search of some breakfast and thanked the heavens when I saw a plate on the stove with a paper towel over it.
I walked up to it and saw pancakes, bacon, and eggs on the plate and my mouth watered.
“What makes you think that plate is for you?”
I jumped and yelped at the sound of Asher’s voice. When I twirled around to face him, I came face to face with his naked chest. His smell intoxicated me and I became dizzy.
“I thought you were still sleeping,” I breathed out. I felt nervous being near him, especially when we were the only two in the house.
“And let you steal my breakfast? I don’t think so, babe.” He smirked as he reached around and stole the plate of food.
Babe. He called me babe. Was I thinking too far into it? It was just a word. After all, he usually called me Stanford.
Then he snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Where’d you go there, Stanford?” He stepped back and sat at the table as he started digging into the food.
“Hey!” I marched over to him. “I’m hungry too, ya jerk!”
He grinned and held the plate just out of my reach, but that didn’t stop me from reaching for his food. Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap as he nibbled the top of my shoulder. Chills ran down my spine as I squirmed in his lap.
He kept his arm around me while setting the plate down in front of us. “We can share... but I’m not giving you all of my breakfast.”
I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. He held me tenderly on his lap, kissed my shoulder, and shared his breakfast with me? What was going on here?
But I didn’t say anything as we ate the food together, his arm still around me, in blissful silence.
“So, um...” I started.
He groaned. “This doesn’t mean anything, Stanford. We’re not together. We’re just having fun and keeping it a secret from my sister.” He took a bite of his bacon before he glared at me. “Don’t try to turn this into something weird.”
I snorted with a laugh. “Something weird? Relationships aren’t weird.”
He shook his head and stood up, pushing me from his lap. “You said it yourself. We can’t do this.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. Was he seriously being a giant asshole right now? But why am I surprised? This was what Asher Creed did. He was a player. A man-whore. And I was a complete idiot for thinking otherwise.
I couldn’t reply to him so I walked over to the coffee pot and tried my best to ignore him.
“Damn it, Stanford...” he sighed, sounding annoyed.
I shook my head. “It’s cool. Don’t worry about me.” I took a deep breath and pulled my courage from deep inside and spun to look at him. “Really. I’m cool.”
He stared at me with unsure eyes.
“I better go.” I went to walk away from him but he stopped me with an arm around my waist.
“I still want to do this again,” he whispered as he licked his lips and stared down at me.
But I let out a small laugh, hiding my tears as I looked away. “Nah. I’m good.”
He released me as if I had burned him, and I stepped away to head upstairs to Harper’s room to get dressed. But as I pulled my shirt off I felt a presence behind me.
“What do you want me to do, Layla?” Asher asked with confusion and a bit of panic in his voice.
I covered my body with my shirt and turned to find him standing within inches of me. I tried to ignore the fact that he called me by my first name finally, but it was hard to do so.
“I don’t know what you mean, Asher,” I lied.
“This.” He pointed between the two of us. “What do you want me to do? I... I want to keep...” he paused.
I cut him off. “Keep fucking me? That’s pretty convenient for you, huh?”
He sighed. “Stanford... I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing. And.. and that rule you two have...”
I shook my head. “That’s exactly why we have to stop.”
His eyes traveled down my body before he reached up to touch my hand. “I don’t know if I can though...” His voice was low and soft and he glared at me with that look I loved so much.
“Asher,” I breathed.
Then his lips were on mine, consuming me, and I wanted him to. I dropped my shirt as he placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me tightly to him.
But I broke the kiss and stared up into his beautiful grey eyes. “Fine... but this stays between us. Harper can not find out. Ever.” He nodded as I continued, “It’s just sex. Nothing can ever happen between us.”
“Agreed,” he breathed out as he looked down and saw my bare tits and grinned. “Wanna have some fun before you go home?”
I laughed. “You want more? Wasn’t last night enough?”
He shook his head. “For some reason, with you....” he paused as he lowered to kiss my neck, “I can’t seem to get enough. I want more, and more, and more...” and as he continued, his hand slipped between my legs and across my wetness, “and more.”
I panted. “Asher. Not here. Not in Harper’s room.”
He groaned against my neck and then picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his hips. His lips possessed mine and made my world spin. He grabbed his dick and slid it over my folds before he centered over my opening. I let out a long moan as he pulled me down and sank deeply inside.
“Ooo,” I breathed out as my eyes fell into the back of my head. He had his hands on my ass as he lifted and dropped me onto his thrusting cock.
I had never had sex standing up before and clearly I was missing out.
“Mmm, Layla...” he moaned, “you feel so fucking good.” There goes my first name coming from his lips again.
“Yeah?” I panted. “Tell me how much you like this.”
My feistiness was coming through as he rocked my world. His cock hit something deep inside that I had never felt before and I was in pure exotic bliss.
“Fuck! So fucking much.” He bit and sucked on my neck as he continued to buck, thrust, and fuck me harder and faster.
“Asher!” I screamed out as I felt my orgasm build and build.
“Yes. Fuck, Layla!!” He groaned out as I felt his cock swell and cum inside me at the exact same time as my own orgasm rocked my senses.
He stopped our movements and just held me. Our breathing was heavy and I rested my head on top of his.
“And you wanted to stop this...pfft.” He laughed as he brought me to Harper’s bed and set me down.
I blushed as he kissed the tip of my nose before he put his cock away.
“See you tonight?” He grinned.
I could only nod.