Page 103 of Scandal
She looks up at me with a sexy smile. “Pretty sure they know exactly what we’re doing in here, Ash.”
“Good,” I say, dropping to my knees. She lifts herself up on her elbows to watch me. “The taller one was looking at you too much.”
Her scoff is cut short as I slide my fingertips up her calf. “The blond one? That’s literally his job.”
I lift her foot and toss it over my shoulder, then kiss her inner thigh. She moans. “Staring at your arse is most certainly not in his job description.”
“He can stare all day long, but he’ll never have me,” she says, her voice breathless as I press my lips to her skin, inching closer and closer to where she wants me most.
“And why is that, Merc?” She’s so ready for me, she’s practically dripping. Her pussy is glossy and pink. I lick my lips and gently blow across the sensitive skin between her thighs.
She makes an incoherent noise before answering. “Because you’re all I want,” she replies. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
I want her to tell me I’m all she’ll ever want, but I know that’s unfair. Still, the caveman part of me that wants to keep her all to myself, that wants her to forget her life in LA and build a new one here with me, almost says the words anyway.
“Then let’s make sure everyone knows it, yeah?”
Our eyes meet. I grip her thigh with my shoulder, pull her hips forward, and take my first taste.
“Oh shit!” she cries out as my tongue swirls over her clit.
God, it’s just as good as I knew it would be. Fuck, no. It’s even better. I keep her pinned to me and do what I’ve wanted to do for weeks. I fucking devour her. I roll my tongue over her clit and suck it into my mouth.
“Yes, Ash!” she cries out as I tongue-fuck her pussy so hard that she grabs the back of my head and starts grinding her hips while begging for more.
She starts pulling my hair, and I couldn’t give two shits if she ripped it out by the roots, as long as she keeps riding my face like she’s doing. Her arousal starts to drip down my chin as I give her clit some special attention and replace my tongue with my two fingers.
“Oh my god!” she moans, her back arching and her tits bouncing. “I think I’m gonna—” She doesn’t even finish the sentence before her body convulses and tightens around me.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, feeling every wave and aftershock.
But the biggest aftershock of all is the knowledge that walking away from her might be the hardest thing I’ll ever do.
Harder than growing up isolated and alone.
Harder than leaving home at eighteen.
And even then, walking away from my music career for a fate I’d been avoiding for years.
But I’d gladly go through it all and more if it meant I got to keep her at the end of it all.
MERCURY
I’m still catching my breath from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me when Asher stands up and starts unbuckling his belt. The sight of it does nothing to slow my racing heart as he slowly slides the zipper down and then hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his jeans.
“Wait,” I surprise myself by calling out. “I want to do it.”
His brow lifts, but his movements still halt. “All right.”
His heavy gaze watches as I sit up, not at all shy about how his eyes linger on my breasts before gradually drifting to my open thighs.
I thought I’d feel more…insecure? Being this naked and exposed in front of him. But seeing the way he looks at me, so full of possessive passion, makes me feel quite confident.
And kind of sexy.
His hands fall loosely to his sides, and mine take over, tugging at the heavy waistband of the dark denim until it slidesover his ass and down his thick thighs, leaving him only in black boxer briefs.
He kicks the pants aside, and I’m left staring at him.
