Page 52 of Camera Stays On

I pushed him back and shifted off the table.

“I—” Crossing my arms over my breasts, embarrassment flooded me. I felt silly and childish and exposed all at once. “You said we wouldn’t talk about him, and here we are, still talking about him.”

I reached for my clothes, and he caught my hips, pressing himself into me. His hardness strained against me through his jeans.

“You’re right. No more.”

“Asher, I’m naked! What if someone comes in?” I hissed. I tried once again to reach for my clothes, but he yanked me back.

“Would it be better if I was too?” He let me go, and I spun around. His movements were swift, and in a flash he was kicking off his boots and jeans. We stood naked in the set kitchen, staring at each other. My gaze drifted, admiring his thick arms, tight abs, and long, thick cock. I remembered how he’d felt that night in the hotel, and a deep ache spread from the inside out, causing me to gasp.

“Now, there’ll be no denying it if they catch us. So, we might want to move fast if you’re worried.” He stepped over his boots, putting his hands on my waist. He bent down, and our lips collided hot and fast, our tongues matching the speed. Any thoughts of being caught were swept away quickly, and I clawed at Asher’s naked body, ready for him to be inside me.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked as he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him.

“We didn’t use one last time, and I haven’t been with anyone since. Have you?” He raised a pointed eyebrow at me.

I shook my head, and he grinned. “I think we have our answer then.”

Taking me to the wall, he pushed me against it and then reached down, lining his cock at my entrance.

“I think from here on out we don’t even bother asking about them. Sound good?” he asked, pressing the head of his rigid length inside me. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else, and I have no plans to be either. Is that defined enough?”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped as my body stretched around him. I bit down as the pain mixed with pleasure. It hurt so good. The familiarity of him inside me was a delicious, wonderfully warm feeling. I put my arms tighter around his neck and sighed. “Oh, Ash, fuck me.”

With a low chuckle, he began to thrust, our bodies slapping together slow and soft, and as the pleasure grew, so did our speed and carelessness. The clap of his body hitting mine echoed loudly in the empty set as I moaned and whimpered, pleading for more.

“God, this is why I don’t feel guilty. This has never felt more right.”

I focused on the flood of endorphins being thrust into my veins. As we fucked, I felt the same way I had that first time he’d kissed me. Happiness, excitement, and…guiltless.

I’d wanted to kiss Asher then, and I wanted to do this now. I’d had a crush on the older Delambre brother since the day I’d moved next door. I could finally have what I should have always had and—

My mind went blank as my orgasm erupted. My body melted as hot lava filled my veins, starting at my core and spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes.

“I love watching you come with my cock inside you. It’s like a fucking dream.”

I was too relaxed and full of good feelings to reply. Keeping hold of me, he took me to the table again and laid me on it, pressing me down so my back rested on the top, his hat falling to the floor. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge, slipping back inside me with more ease than before.

My body went limp, and I was at his complete mercy as he moved in search of his own release. Moments later, he stiffened, and his cock pulsed as he filled me with his orgasm.

He collapsed against me, our bodies covered in sweat and our chests rising hard and fast.

“When Sawyer said debauchery, I don’t think he meant that.” I laughed, and he lifted me off the table to retrieve our clothes. Sliding on his jeans, Asher looked at me, a confused expression on his face.

“Debauchery? Oh, Andi, this was nothing. By the time we finish this movie, we’re both going to hell.”

Chapter 23

Asher

WE’D HARDLY PUT our clothes back on, and my cock was already ready to go again. Andi was magnificent, inside and out. And, while there hadn’t been a whole lot of talking, it really felt like something had shifted in Andi’s and my relationship. We weren’t calling each other anything yet, but the heaviness of “is it or is it not okay to feel something for each other” felt lifted.

I was so sick of being second fiddle to my brother I refused to do it with Andi. So many times over the years, he got the better car, the better house, more attention from our parents, and he never cared. So much so that when he had the girl, he lost her. He’d had his chance with Andi Marin—now it was mine.

“All right, where to next? Where does one find the portal to hell?” Andi asked.

“How about upstairs?”