MasukIt gives me a rush to see his hooded eyes, to hear him say that, to know I turned him on countless times. Knowing he’s stood in my kitchen, hard for me, restraining himself–His mouth recaptures mine, halting my thoughts.He teases my mouth, tongue dancing on top of mine, rolling around, forcing my mouth open for him. It’s almost too much, all at once.I let out a breath, hands landing on his stomach. The heat of his skin is permeating the fabric of his shirt is delicious. His hand crawls up my chest, exploring the smoothness of my skin.“Ahhhh…hhh.” My broken moans get lost in his throat as he sucks them right out of my mouth. “Mmm.” he moans, kissing me harder, leaning forward until I’m bending back at the waist.His hands roam, like he’s learning my body, I lean into his touch, whimpering every time his hand comes in contact with skin. With shaky fingers, I pop the remaining buttons, the shirt drops to the floor in a heap. He grunts, now that there’s nothing between my chest and
I had a dream. Asher had fucked my face till I couldn’t breathe. In the dream, I begged for more. I know it was a dream because his voice– ‘behave’ still hangs over me. And I still have no idea what means. I’m awake when he walks through the front door this morning. My feet tangle as I rush out to meet him halfway, heart beating wildly in excitement. I crash into his chest with a soft, ‘oomph. The comfort of his familiar smell wraps me, my body relaxing against his tall frame.His hands come up to my shoulders– to push me off him, changing his mind, his hands drop to his sides. Butterflies press against my lower belly.“You’re up early,” he states, voice vibrating through me, a small moan slips out before I can stop it. The tips of my ears burn.“Nobody would go to bed after the dream I had.” I say, pulling away from him so he didn’t feel the evidence of my dream. Asher’s stare causes two things at once, a soft yank at the pit of my stomach, and a leap in my pants. “You said
“For the love of god. Go to bed, Carson!” Eva’s the only person that has responded to my texts. Everyone else has read and ignored my earlier messages asking them what Asher means by ‘learn to behave.’ I snort. She’s supposed to my best friend!All of them, be there for me in time of need.There’s no time of need like right now. And so I let them know, sending one last text to them with very colorful words. “Why don’t you just ask him yourself?” Pam asks,I sit up in bed, watching the words on my screen, chewing on my lower lip. The kiss comes to mind. With slightly trembling fingers, I pull up our messages thread. What should I ask?I mean, I know what I want to know– “Do you want me to fuck you?” The question comes to the forefront of my mind, a shiver of pleasure runs along my spine. My throat feels dry, cheeks hot.Taking a sip from the bottled water beside my bed, I click on the text thread again. “Waddup, sexy Hall?”Nope. Ew.Who even says that?I erase the message. How
Asher snatches me by my wrist, with a sharp inhale, I tug my hand back to myself, it’s quite useless. Glaring at him does nothing to deter him either, Asher has no intention of letting me go. “Seriously, let go of me.” I groan, squeezing, or trying to squeeze out of his hold, his grip is vise like. My friends stand there watching like this is some kind of show, great way to show whose side they’re on. “You’re coming with me,” he says.I snort, prying his fingers loose with my other hand.“Like heck I am. I’m spending the night with Robin.” I glance at Robin, expecting some kind of back up, but he’s already playing his games. Really, I love being a team.Asher drags me along with him, throwing open the door, storming out of the apartment. I dig my heels, pulling myself back, it’s no use.“Let me go! Christ, Asher, let me go. What the fuck is wrong with you??”He ignores my protest.Even as we wait for the elevator to come back up, I push off him, he doesn’t so much as budge. “Thi
The nurses gave me extra ten minutes with the Prof. in their words, “We’ve never seen the man look so full of life.”He was fun to hang out with, he taught me a lot of magic, even if there has been no evidence to support the fact that magic truly exists. I only had to concentrate hard to see the tricks behind them.Even so, he made it fun. It was so fun that I didn’t realize I didn’t bring my phone with me.“Let’s see each other next time, young lawyer.”I smile at him, it took a lot to convince him of my profession, in fact, I don’t think he’s believed me yet. “Later, old trickster.”He chuckles, waving me away, already getting into bed.I’ve never had an adult in my life that I thought was fun. Eva’s parents were there for her, but I got the feeling they were only giving me cake for dinner only to get to know my father, I never said anything to Eva though. That put me off meeting people’s parents. But the trickster is fun.I don’t want to go home immediately, so I drive around
I gather snow rapidly, forming a dozen quick spheres. He’s crouched low, eyes gleaming with that mischievous spark I can’t resist. “Warden,” I hiss, hurling a snowball at him.He ducks, then retaliates with one to my chest. I stumble backward laughing, the cold shocking every nerve. Actually, no, the smile on his face is the most shocking.We circle each other, crouching, leaping, snow flying. My throws are sloppy, but he dodges every single one, teasingly slow, just to get under my skin. “You said you never played!” I growl, packing another snowball.“It really is my first time, beginner’s luck maybe.” he replies smoothly, letting me charge.And at the last second, he’s already gone, my snowball sailing past empty air, hitting a tree with a satisfying splat.Beginner’s luck my ass. I glance up to find him leaning casually against the trunk, arms crossed, snow melting in his hair. My heart skips at the half smile on his lips.“You’re impossible,” I pant, wiping the snow from my







