Jessica Asher Nude Novels & Stories

I rip it up, over my chest, until it comes over my head. Asher stops moving; he levels a look on me, taking in the view of my nudity. His cock flexes beneath me. "Take off your pants," I demand. He pops the top button; I rise up on my knees so he can shimmy the clothing off entirely. I start to lower myself, but he catches my hips, shoving me down firmly on top of his shaft. It sandwiches between us, sizzling with heat, the girthy tip poking my navel.

His heart suddenly hammering, Asher moved before he could talk himself out of it. He headed down the halls then down the stairs. With every step, the sounds became louder. The basement door was cracked open so he stopped in the shadows and looked. His mouth dropped. Nico Rossi stood naked and gleaming with sweat under the low lights, his every muscle carved and tense. Some guy was bent over the weight bench—his ass up and his wrists zip-tied to the barbell rack. His back was arched and Nico’s huge hand was fisted in the stranger’s hair, yanking his head back while he fucked into him with brutal, punishing strokes.

I wondered when he had gotten that done because those two letters had started to fade. He didn't move or say a word as I traveled down to his jeans. I unbuttoned them and tugged at the zipper before I hooked my thumbs into the top and slowly pushed them down. His gaze held mine as his mouth slightly opened. I wanted to scream with excitement at how calm Asher was as I undressed him. I was in complete control and I felt like a boss. Asher lifted his feet out of his jeans as I stood back and appreciated the man standing gloriously naked in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight of him and I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn't.

Slowly peeled off my sweater, revealing bare skin underneath. “No bra?” Asher groaned. “God, she knew exactly what she was doing.” I unbuttoned my jeans, dragged them down, stood there in nothing but a thong that was already wet. Cole growled, sketchpad forgotten. “Fuck.” Micah looked like he might faint. Jax patted his lap. “Come here.” I didn’t hesitate. I crawled to him like a pet, like a toy, like a girl who had just given up every last shred of decency.

“I need to go and get a few things. While I’m out of the room you’re going to strip yourself naked. From now on, when we’re alone in this room together you will always be naked.” Christ, what had she been thinking? “I want you at the edge of the bed on your hands and knees, your legs spread nice and wide.” Damien unlocked the door and left the room, leaving her in a slightly dazed state. Sitting up, she removed the teddy. Well, that seemed like a waste of money. Always naked in their bedroom? Was he kidding? She was pretty sure he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. On her hands and knees, Jessa positioned herself at the edge of the bed then spread her legs wide. She blushed, realizing exactly how

he was asking me, letting me take charge. Locking my eyes on his beautiful ones, I slowly untied the sash of my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. I was naked beneath and my skin was still semi-wet. Asher’s eyes darkened like a moonless sky as he drank me in, feasting on every curve and dip of mine. I shifted on his lap and he wriggled out of his sleeping shorts and boxers, his erection bursting free in all its glory. My mouth salivated at the sight of him, desire and need making it hard for me to breathe.

I didn't want to see them in the act. “Luna, why are you in the guest room?” Asher asked. “Maybe I should stay here with you.” He said, and I turned to look at him, “I mean outside, don't worry, I won't let anyone in.” Jeez, if only my mate could understand me a little bit like Asher did. Bittered and frustrated, I waited until morning but heard nothing from Chris. I took a bath. Thankfully, I had some clothes in the room, so I picked out a yellow dress and put it on.

God, it was embarrassing that I was undoing his zipper; I hadn't felt like this, but now I couldn't deny it anymore; I needed him; my body needed him—it was so hot that a touch from him cooled me down. I sat up to let the gown fall off my body, and yes, I didn't wear anything under it. I lay back immediately and waited for Asher, but there was no movement for a moment, which made me open my eyes, as they were closed all this time. I was shocked to find that Asher was staring at me, his mouth open. I was going to ask if something was wrong with my body because he had seen me naked before; that's when he surprised me by taking my breast into his mouth and sucking on it.

A day where nothing shatters beneath me. I reach for my phone. Just to check the time. And there it is. One unread message. No name. Just an image. Something about it makes my stomach twist before I even open it. When I do, my breath leaves me in a single, violent gasp. It is Jackson. And Rosaline. Not in a boardroom. Not in a meeting. Not even pretending. His hand is on her thigh. Her lips brush dangerously close to his ear. And the look on their faces is intimate, and familiar like a knife to the gut.

The subtext was: he didn't like her. Just then, Jessica's message came through again. Jessica: [Sweetie, did you see my message? If you know Asher, please, you have to know him! Can you ask him if he'd be willing to collaborate on a video with me?!!] Jessica's message instantly snapped Wendy back to reality. Jessica was a very successful YouTuber. For her to get this excited, and for Asher Voss to be someone she had to pull all sorts of strings just to get a connection with—Asher Voss was a bona fide American football superstar at the peak of his popularity.