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RILEY

WHAT'S THE GOOD THING ABOUT THE CAPTAIN OF THE HOCKEY TEAM LIKING YOU?

He shows up when you need him to.

Simple calculation, he got here as fast as possible. The thought of him rushing after seeing my text makes my heart skip a beat. I've always had my brother in my corner along with my friends of course but adding Asher to the list feels special.

My friends are in their rooms at this time of night and if they're not asleep then they're studying. I invite Asher inside the apartment and then lead him to my bedroom. Surprisingly his boots aren't as clamorous as I thought they'd be on the floorboard. My room is a little messy. I haven't unpacked yet, my bag sits underneath my window but I can't seem to care and neither does Asher since he doesn't point it out.

The moonlight shimmers through the window so it's not challenging to maneuver.

While I'm closing the door, Asher's already making his way to my desk. Of course he does. That's the attention grabber of my room. I don't know anyone who wouldn't be pulled in that direction. The door closes with a click and the next time my eyes land on the guy that's here to give my scalp a massage, his long fingers are toying with my textbooks and my sketches that I haven't admired in a long time.

"Is this your throw away or?" By the sound of his voice he awaits my follow up response.

I make my way towards him. Believe it or not I forgot my sketches. My eyes scan the desk and like the clap of a hand I remember exactly where I was when I made these. It feels like so long ago now.

I press my hands by my side. "Those are just random. Actually... not so much. They didn't make the cut in my collection."

His brown eyes capture my gaze when I look up. "You're so goddamn talented baby."

My cheeks go up in flames. I don't have a slick comment to make or act like I'm not talented when I know I am. "Thank you." I don't know what it is about him saying it or the firm look in his eyes. I don't need validation. I don't. But it's nice and for some reason, the nickname baby is icing on the cake. It's so common around the world yet so effective.

A month ago I would've felt provoked if he called me baby and now I'm letting him get away with it. Have I melted?

One moment his fingers are on my drawings and the next they're clutching my hot cheeks. "And that's why you belong at Taft."

"I know." I murmur, leaning desperately into his hands.

His brows furrow. "Do you?"

I exhale a breath. "It's not that I don't think I belong at Taft. I know I do. Trust me. I just had doubts about the evidence and stuff. That's all."

Asher brushes the tips of his fingers over my shoulder. "It's okay to have doubts. That's normal. Do you want to know what's not okay? Losing sleep over this. You need to be well rested if you're going to kick ass this week, yeah? And trust me when I say that you will kick ass."

"Okay well you're here to cuddle me to sleep so do your magic hands thing."

His hand shifted from my cheek to my chin, lifting my head up. The eye contact we share is something I could never imagine having with someone else. Sure I've made eye contact with other guys before but never anything like this one. This is intimate and I feel myself having an emotional connection with this guy because I decide to open my heart and receive it. I feel like he sees me. Really sees me and I see him. None of us shy away from it. None of us laugh like we're in the audience of a stand-up comedy show. There's no awkwardness between us.

On my tippy toes, I press my mouth to his and the same thing happens to my body every time we meet. If we were playing a game of no hands, he would've been a sore loser because his hands would find my waist instantly.

Our tongues mingle as we explore each other's mouths, the intense sensation striking me like lightning.

Asher breaks away from my swollen lips, leaning to my ear where he whispers. "I like your shirt."

His hot breath against my skin is enough to form a pool between my legs. "Do you like my shirt? Is it my nipples being visible through my shirt that you like?"

He pulls away from my ear and tilts his head as if in thought before he says. "Both."

A laugh escapes my lips. "I knew it. I caught you staring earlier."

"I wasn't hiding. I was thinking I should be focused, you know?" He laughs too, winking at me. "Can I?"

I know what he's asking and yes I want him to touch me. I want his hands on me just as much as I need oxygen to breathe. "Touch me. Please."

To make the situation easier for both of us, I lift my shirt up and take my arms through the sleeves before rolling it off my head. Due to the fact that I'm not wearing a bra I'm immediately exposed, hardened nipples and all. And yup. They're pointing right at him.

I watch as his pupils dilate and his eyes rake over my beauty marks. The outline of my breasts. My nipples that call him. My collarbone. "Damn. You're... a work of art. I'm just always grateful I get the privilege to look at you like this. Am I even worthy?"

He always makes me feel desirable. Pretty. Stunning.

My throat desiccates. "If you continue making me feel like this, absolutely yes. Your turn. Take off your shirt."I command, preparing myself for the hot bod I'm about to see.

Asher doesn't hesitate and does what I ask of him. He chucks out of his zipper sweatshirt and then the white t-shirt he's wearing underneath. I'm met with his glimmering hard sexy chest and it's exactly what you'd expect from a D1 athlete. I can't help myself so I reach out and touch him. His abs, his biceps, even his nipples. It may not look like it but scientifically my DNA transfers to everything I touch. That's how evidence turns up in courts for cases. Which means that's what's happening right now between us. Asher lets me roam my hands over him without flinching.

This whole time? He's been looking at me. Really looking at me. He decides to touch me, curving his long fingers around my pointy nipple and his other hand kneads my breast. A gasp erupts my chest when he slips a sensitive bud into the warmth of his mouth and swirls his slick tongue around it. I feel myself grow wetter. Now I don't trust standing without holding onto something. So I press my hands to his back to steady myself.

"You're wearing thongs, aren't you?" His voice causes a vibration. His breath on my skin drives me crazy.

I bite back a smile, trying not to give anything away. "I don't know. That's for you to find out."

"Let me see."He begins toying with the waistband of my pajama pants. The touch of his fingertips on my skin does something to my body. I'm heated. I watch him slip both hands into my pants and grab a hold on my ass cheeks. "Your. Ass."Each word is a stable with his fingers gripping my flesh to get his point across.

A smirk plays on my lips. I'm enjoying this too much. "What about it?"

"It's squeezable."He does just that when he says it. He squeezes me. Again.

"I know. It's genetics. Guess I can finally thank my mother for doing something right." I'm not bitter when I say it. "If I ever see her again I'll shout gracias por el culo!"

He laughs against me, shaking. "I have no idea what you just said but I agree. I should've taken Spanish classes." Long fingers graze my cotton thong. "There you are. So sexy."And with those words, open-mouth kisses come into contact with my skin leaving goosebumps where his lips have touched.

Asher kicks his shoes off and tosses himself into my bed. Now that I see what he looks like in my presence with his envious hair and gorgeous sculpted face I don't want him to ever leave. He beckons me over and I sit on his lap and wrap my feet behind his naked back. Even his posture is freaking perfect. How does he do it? He wastes no time in squeezing my ass again. I'm sure it's an obsession at this point. Not that I mind. He could do this everyday of the week and I'll let him. If there's anything I want him to be obsessed with, it should be me. It's scary he knows what I like and what I want. What's scarier is that I'm having all these thoughts.

Since I'm sitting on top of him, I can feel his erection poking at my crotch. God, he feels so good and we're clothed down there. I don't want to be in any form of clothing now.

Asher leans forward and plants a soft kiss against my collarbone. He keeps peppering my body with kisses. "Do you know the best thing about thongs?"His question vibrates every bone within me.

"What?" I'm already unfocused. All my mind is telling me to do is to start grinding against him. I need friction. I need something. I need him.

He shifts my thong to the side to demonstrate. "Because I can do this."His index finger presses into my flesh of nerves. "You're so wet already."

I grab a hold of his shoulders, desperation flares in my voice now that he's touched me. "Take me out of my misery, please."

Up close, where the moonlight hits him at an angle I watch lust dance around his eyes. His long lashes curl upwards and to this day I'm still jealous that they're not mine. Goodness. He's so handsome I want to kiss him again. So I do. I capture his mouth with a blistering kiss and press my body against his. My heart beats insanely fast in my chest. That does something because Asher holds me like I'm his life and he needs air. He completely devours me and if this was a war he would've won.

I pant when we let go of each other for real oxygen to fill our lungs. The opportunity presents itself and he circles my clit with two fingers. I shiver in his lap. The cool touch of the rings on his fingers strangely relaxes me afterwards. He watches the expression on my face when thrusts two fingers inside. I gasp right in front of him.

"Woah." He looks like I've transported him to Heaven.

I feel like I'm there too.

I start riding his hand, grinding my hips at a pace that comes off avaricious. He's working the silver rings into me. It just adds extra dimension and sensibility. My heart beats faster than before, I'm breathing heavier with each hypnotic movement of my body that's certainly out of my control. He curls his fingers inside and taps against my front wall just like he did last week. That goddamn move of his. It's got me locked. My pace slows as he taps and taps and taps into me to the point I'm practically whimpering on top of him. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He listens to me like he always does. I know I'm close. I can't control the way my face contorts, all I know is that I cum on his fingers, crying out his name with my body shuddering. In the mist of the wave I'm riding out I realize that fingering isn't going to suffice this time. I feel like I want more. I need more. It's a need. Not a want.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" He questions before I could present what I need.

I've never been the type of person to taste myself after orgasms. But since Asher things are different. It's not like he didn't let me taste the flavor we made together recently. I enjoyed it. I'm that turned on and open to anything when I'm with him which is why I say. "Yeah."

He pushes his slick fingers in my mouth and I suck immediately. My cheeks hollow around him. "Mmmm." A pleased hum escapes my throat.

"Good, right?"

I nod, teasingly hanging unto his fingers when he's trying to get them out of the warmth of my mouth. I catch a glimpse of his silver rings glistening before he's thrusting his fingers into me again. They're slippery, it's easy access to my pussy.

Hoarsely, I say. "Do you have a condom? I can't wait. I want you now."

Am I irresponsible? Maybe. I'm not the logical thinker of us both. As long as he's got a condom I think we should be good and I have no reason to believe that he's not safe to fuck. He's willingly coming to get tested with me. I know I'm fine and I know Asher wouldn't lie about his status either. Besides, a condom is effective and safe sex is what I need right now.

If he doesn't want me as much as I want him I think I'll die here in his lap.

That's when he stops moving his fingers, though they're still inside of me. "Are you sure you want to do this? I'm down, I just want to make sure that you're really, really wanting to."

My eyes say a thousand words but I simply settle for. "I want to. I really, really want to."

"I think you have a kink of wanting people to hear us."He shoots his body upwards and retrieves a condom on his wallet. The packet is shining between his fingers now. "And good because I've been waiting to be inside of you for a hot minute now."

"I don't know, maybe I do have a kink."I chuckle and stand which makes his fingers slip out of my pussy. Without them inside I'm starting to feel needy and achy. All I can think about is what's going to happen in my room, not that my friends are all here tonight. I want the space between my legs full to the brim.

To hear him say he's been wanting to be inside of me makes me feel good. I would've simply died if he didn't.

I toss my underwear across the room. Searching for my phone so I could find a playlist, I'm thankful for Bluetooth speakers that's going to come in handy now to block any noise I'm going to be making. Unlocking my phone when I find it, I skim through the songs on my device which includes pasting all my classical shit. As much as I love classical music when I'm painting, I don't want to fuck with Tchaikovsky playing in the background. Just no. I find Swim by Chase Atlantic on a Spotify playlist which has more of the vibe I want and set it at acceptable volume.

When I look at Asher again, he's completely naked. Someone's thrilled to fuck me. Of course I was right about his V-line. Licking my lips in delight, I stare at the length and girth of him loaded with the layer of protection. He's glorious. My. My. My. Goosebumps rise all over. I've seen his dick before back when we were in Jade's dorm room but I was too distracted to inspect. I have no words.

"Good choice." Asher says, referring to the music. Can't go wrong with Chase Atlantic. His alluring voice gets me. "Come here. Sit on me."

I oblige.

I attempt to straddle his body while facing him. Swinging my legs around his back while my arms grip his shoulders. Fire illuminates behind his eyes as he holds my gaze. I think I mirror him. Then slowly, I lower myself unto him. Inch by inch he fills me up. A sound leaves my mouth on the way down. I think we both let out sounds.

"Fuck." He draws out to the feel of himself buried in my pussy, fingers crossing my waist. He pulls me close to the heat radiating from him, holding me with a strong grip like he's afraid I'll fall apart if he doesn't. "That's it baby. Take all of me. You feel so fucking good I'm not going to last."He shamelessly admits.

The breathy sounds he makes keep me going. My fingers surge up his back and tangle in his hair. It's all tousled now. I feel him stretching me before I decide to move and find a rhythm. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. I work my body over him. The feel of his cock slipping in and out makes my toes curl. Once I find a pace that's the most pleasurable, I take advantage of that by rolling and grinding my hips until I feel like my ass is on the verge of falling off.

He lets out a whimper, sultry eyes staring at me. "Look at you."

The expression on his face channels heat I didn't know existed to swim in my skin. My pussy clenches around him. His whimpers are out of this world. I just want to hear it over and over again. He's open and expressive with me and I love it. He doesn't try to hide how he's feeling and silence himself like a robot. Fuck whoever told men that they should be silent and whimpering isn't manly.

I'm in love with Asher's whimpers. My body informs me of that when it feels like heaps of butterflies are fluttering in my stomach. I didn't know I could be in love with a man's breathy sounds, whimpers and their essence but it's happening before my eyes.

Something inside me pushes to do more just so I can hear how crazy I drive him. I want to bottle the sound and keep it forever. I could never go back to a man who doesn't whimper. Not after this.

He leans in and kisses me. Hard. I stop moving to participate in our mouth activity because I can't seem to resist when his tongue slips into my mouth. The kiss becomes ferocious with our bodies pressed against each other so much so it's impossible for air to escape. I tug his roots between my fingers to anchor myself. All I can do is moan and enjoy the ride we're on. I can't remember how to do anything other than this.

He rocks back and forth and I gasp, opening my eyes to look at his face. "Do that again." I whisper against his lips.

The tip of his cock brushes a spot inside of me. He does it again and again and again. Fingers grip my hips in place and all I recall uttering are the sounds along the lines of A-ah Ah Mmm while the song ends and Into It begins blasting through the speakers. I'm silently praying we're not interrupted by my friends. I hope they're all passed out from the exhaustion from their thanksgiving trips.

Asher begins thrusting upwards. Deliberately. "That feels so good."I choke out. "Ah. Yeah, there. Right there."

I grip his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin. A piece of his flesh will be underneath my fingers after this. He doesn't seem to care that I do it. His own hands are embedded with my ass and hips. It's like he's a part of me now. My face contorts with every shallow stroke he gives. Crashing into me like waves at the perfect velocity. I'm all pleads, praises and drawn-out moans. The wet sound of our sinful act echoes around my room and if my friends should hear us minus our moaning, other sounds of pleasure and the music playing they'd think someone is clapping their hands in a gathering.

The next thing I know, he flips us so we trade positions. I'm on my back with my hair sprawled out on the pillows and he's on top of me balancing his weight on both arms. Sweat lines his forehead and the corners of his nose. He's never looked so good above me. I spread my legs to accommodate his body between mine. I never want him to leave my middle. Ever. He pushes the few strands of hair that's escaped behind my ear and reaches down with the same hand finding my clit where he moves his fingers in a circular motion.

Oh God.

I squirm and then pull him closer. My skin feels stimulated now. I'm pink everywhere imaginable. He retrieves his fingers and presses his arm into the bed to hold himself up again. Between us, his cock slowly sinks into me. I intake a breath, staring down at our bodies through the tiny space by our stomachs and he does too. He's staring. "Fuck Riley, we're so hot together. Look at you." He demands in a rasp. There's no need to tell me because I see it. I definitely see it. How he works in and out. One minute I see his shaft and the next I don't. The slick feeling. Oh. My pussy makes way and traps him inside. My legs fall more open. He continues to slide in and out. "Do you like that?" He looks up to meet my eyes. "You're so tight."

I can only nod to his question. I don't know if I'm going to survive this type of heat. With every push of his body into me, a moan releases from my mouth into the air. He looks like someone who will sob any moment now. Our sounds become silenced the second he covers my mouth with his. My head lifts at an angle to meet his mouth the way I need him so that his stubble touches parts of my face.

I'm tossed into absolute ecstasy when he finds a steady rhythm. My hands are all over his back gripping, grasping, squeezing and when we're not kissing the life out of each other, I'm seeing every reaction on his face when our gaze meets. I'm aware of how good his hair still looks, even messy, the sweat on his skin that's tangled with mine, the way he's breathing on top of me. Somehow mine syncs with his. I want to stay like this forever.

Pressure builds and builds inside. I resort to wrapping my legs above his ass and he pulls one of my hands, interlacing our fingers into the sheets. His cock sinks deeper within me at the new angle. I opened up to him. It's all intimate and intense. I don't think I'm equipped to handle it. The tension surges through my body and my heart pounds in my throat. Asher only fucks me harder letting me grip him with my free hand. I'm not sure where I find air to breathe. He's consumed my being. All I'm feeling in my lower abdomen is him. Pounding. Like he's giving my pussy a heartbeat too.

The continuous pounding is overwhelming. My pelvis contracts. The knot inside of me unravels. Blood rushes to my face and my breathing deepens. The orgasm shatters me whole, leaving my legs numb and quivering but bringing me to a state of euphoria. I feel the warm liquid between the two of us. Asher's breathing catches up to mine, the way he's fucking me becomes more brutal. His strokes deeper and quicker than before, I couldn't count them if I tried. His cock feels thicker within my pussy and I feel him pulsing and throbbing.

He squeezes our intertwined hands and leans into me, our noses touching. Then he goes balls deep. I cry out from the way he fills me up. We're locked with insane eye contact, the look on his face tells me exactly what's happening if I didn't get the gist from the twitching inside me. The grunt I earn from him is even clearer.

All I can do is tell him that I'm his to take while Chase Atlantic continues to play from the speakers. What a night.

The sight of Asher Humphrey falling apart makes me horny all over again.