CHAPTER EIGHT

ELLIOT

Asher froze above me, looking as shocked as I felt.

I closed my eyes. I was never going to live this down. This was officially the most embarrassing moment of my life.

Even worse, I could feel myself getting hard and I knew Asher could feel it too. He was right on top of me for god’s sake.

God. Could this get any worse?

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” Asher commanded, his deep, gravelly voice doing nothing but making everything worse.

I wanted to disobey but I found myself opening them. Slowly. Hesitantly.

Asher’s face was still close to mine. His eyes had gone dark now and the pupils were dilated. Almost like they were filled with desire.

“You’re hard,” he purred.

“Thanks for stating the obvious,” I snapped, resorting to what I knew best— anger. “Look, it’s completely normal. It’s an expected, physiological response to having a hot body on top of me.”

I didn’t know who I was trying to convince, him or myself?

“You think I’m hot?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. Of course, that was what he got from everything I said.

“Look, you narciss–”

My words cut off when Asher freed one of his hands, leaving one hand to pin my hands above me. His other hand went under my shirt, caressing my skin, and slowly inching its way to my nipple.

“What…are you… doing?” I choked out. Every part of me he touched left a trail of heat in its wake.

My entire body tingled.

Asher didn’t answer. Just watched me with those dark eyes, like he was gauging my reaction. Judging to see what I liked and what I didn’t.

He twisted one of my nipples sharply and I gasped. That one action sent a direct jolt to my dick. I shivered.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Help… with what?”

“This.”

His hand suddenly cupped my dick through my sweatpants. I moaned.

Asher smirked, as if proud of himself.

Irritation laced through me. I hated this. Hated him. Hated myself for being attracted to him. Hated my body for reacting to him and not being strong enough to resist him.

He stroked me once, twice, and then his hand left me entirely.

I whimpered in protest.

His hand went below my chin, raising it up until I met his gaze. “Answer my question.”

Did I want him to help me?

As much as I wanted to refuse, I already knew what my answer would be.

I nodded.

I was pathetic. Nothing more than a slave to my body’s desires.

“Say it,” he insisted.

Fucking Asher.

“I want you to help me,” I gritted out.

I thought that would be enough and the humiliation ritual would be over but I was wrong.

“Help you with what? Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I gritted my teeth. Asshole.

“I want you to touch me.” Heat rose up my cheeks. “I want you to stroke my dick. Make me come.”

I looked up to see his satisfied expression. “Happy now?” I asked, irritated.

“Very.”

Before I could snap back, his hand pulled the band of my sweatpants away from my body. Slowly. Carefully. Like he was taking his time.

“Hurry,” I snapped. I felt like I was about to burst out of my skin.

“Be patient.”

I was about to say more but then he finally pulled my sweatpants down to the top of my thighs and grabbed my cock.

I moaned as the warmth of his hand enveloped my cock.

His hand went to the tip of my penis, his thumb wiping the precum off. He brought the finger to his lips, licking off my precum, his gaze on me the entire time.

I didn’t think I could get more turned on but I did.

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t take this anymore.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Keep them open or this ends.”

I pried my eyes open. I wasn’t ready for this to be over.

His hand went back to my dick and he began to stroke in earnest now. Up, down, until he settled into a rhythm that worked. His green eyes stayed on me, eating up my reactions.

And I gave him enough of them. I groaned and grunted like I was shooting a p**n show. I was too gone to even be embarrassed.

“Shh,” he said when I moaned, particularly too loud.

I blinked. My eyes were glassy now. It was a struggle to keep them open. But I did. Because that was what he wanted.

“I can’t help it,” I slurred, drunk on pleasure.

“I know. But you don’t want our parents coming up here now, do you?”

I shook my head.

“So, will you try to be quieter?” he urged.

I nodded.

“Good boy,” he said and kissed my forehead.

For some reason, those two words made me melt. His praise lit me up inside.

Asher’s expression was knowing too, as if he knew just how much his words affected me.

His grip pinning my wrists loosened, leaving my hands completely free, but I still kept them there. It was almost like I was afraid to move them. Afraid of what I’d do now that my hands were free.

His hand returned to my dick, stroking me furiously. I bit my lip, trying to contain my moans. I was close. Very close.

Sure enough, moments later, I felt a rush at the base of my spine. It travelled through my entire body until–

I moaned as I came in long waves. Spurts of cum jet out from my cock, some hitting my thigh and my chest. Asher stayed on top of me, his hand still wrapped around my cock, staring down at it, as if in wonder.

My chest heaved as I tried to regulate my breathing.

I watched as Asher lifted his hand, the one splattered with my cum, to his mouth. I watched as his tongue licked his hand clean.

I shook my head, my cock giving a little jerk. “You’re crazy.”

Asher shrugged. “Maybe.”

He finally got off me, shifting to lie on the bed beside me.

It was then that I noticed the bulge in his pants.

“Do you…” I cleared my throat. “Do you want me to… take care of that?”

He wrinkled his nose, looking as if the mere idea disgusted him. “No thanks. I don’t want your hands all over me.”

Asshole.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, but it had less heat than it usually did.

“Well,” he stood up from the bed. “This was fun and all but I should get going.” He bit his lip as he adjusted his clothes. “Maybe next time I’ll let you touch me.”

I scoffed. “There won’t be a next time. This was a one-time thing, got it?”

Asher just smiled. “We’ll see about that.”

Then with a wink, he turned and left my room, shutting the door behind him.

I sat there long after he was gone, body tingling, jaw aching, wrists sore, heart pounding like it wanted out of my chest.

I thought back to everything that just happened.

I dragged my hand over my face and let out a shaky laugh.

Jesus Christ.

I’d let Asher Brooks pin me down and touch me until I came. I’d begged him for it. I’d opened my mouth and given him exactly what he wanted.

I had allowed him to jerk me off.

It almost felt like I dreamt it all. If I couldn’t still smell his cologne on my sheets, and still feel the dried cum on my thighs, I would have thought exactly that.

The entire thing was ridiculous. It shouldn’t have happened.

And it won’t happen again, I told myself.

But as I finally gave in and allowed sleep to drag me under, I realized the jerking off part wasn’t the part that troubled me.

It was the fact that for a moment, I hadn’t wanted him to leave.

And that terrified me more than anything else.