Page 35 of Cruel Debts (Killers of Port Wylde #4)

THIRTY

TRINITY

I'd never in my life shown a man what I do to myself when there's no one around to do it for me. But for Asher, for the chance to have everything I'd ever wanted—or at least one-third of it—I'd do whatever he asked.

So I did. I stuck my fingers inside myself and stroked them in and out, watching his dick throb in his grip at the sight.

The knowledge that I did this to him was heady. I wanted more. His tongue inside me was divine, but too short. His body was a masterpiece, but his mind was all over the place, dragging him in sixteen directions before he had a chance to enjoy his first idea.

But he didn't plan to give me what I wanted until I came for him on this counter. So I'd have to speed things up, or I'd never get what I really wanted: him, inside me.

I spread my legs a little more, hooking my heels on the handles of the drawers just below the counter for leverage. I lay back on the hard concrete surface and let my hands travel down my body again, closing my eyes like I was the only one here.

I put them on my tits, pinched a nipple through the thin fabric I'd worn specifically to rile up Asher and earn me all the tips I could put my hands on. That money would be invaluable when the time came to run.

"Fuck," I whispered, taking a deep breath at the sensation. "So good."

"That's right, Pretty Bird," I heard him sigh, his groans softer than mine, but no less arousing. "Play with yourself. Show me what you like."

I trailed a hand down my abs to my pussy again, and put my fingers right back inside me.

This time, though, I used my leverage and my angles to really reach in and fuck myself, my fingers disappearing as far as they could go.

When I dragged them back out, they were coated in my sticky arousal.

On a whim, I stretched that hand out and offered him a taste, peeking an eye open to watch him.

He hesitated for a half a second, and then his lips were around my fingers, his tongue traveling between them to lick them clean. He groaned and stroked his cock, and the image was so powerful, it brought me to the edge.

"Do you want to feel me on your fingers when I come?" I asked him, panting hard as I put my fingers on my clit, slowly building that edge to a fever pitch. "Put them in me."

He did as I asked, sliding two big fingers in me until his palm hit the curve of my thigh. I sped up my movements, groaning as I arched off the counter just a bit and his fingers pulled out of me only to drive slowly back in.

The move undid me. I groaned, quietly, and shivered, my orgasm rolling over me in a wave.

The feeling was euphoric, and now I understood why those girls liked to do this.

The money was great, sure, but knowing you were being watched, knowing that your pleasure turned someone else on, made someone else powerless to sensibility and rationality.

I wasn't sure if I'd ever do it in the club, but here, in front of Asher, for his eyes only?—

With the chance that Liam might come back in or Hawke might walk out of his room and catch me?—

I could see pulling a repeat performance sometime in the near future, sure.

When I finally peaked and sank back down to Earth, Asher was there waiting for me, a wild grin on his lips. It was then I really saw it, the hint of uncontrolled lust, that made me wonder if this, if any of this, was smart.

Well, okay, no, this wasn't smart by any stretch of the imagination. But neither was embarking on a trip to find out what happened to my long-lost brother in a city full of criminals with no help and no support and no protection.

"Asher," I breathed, my chest heaving. "Need you inside of me."

He pulled his fingers from my cunt and fed them to me, and damned if I didn't suck on them like my life depended on it. I cleaned my own mess from his digits, and then, with a groan, he tugged me to the edge of the counter and sat me up.

"Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight," he ordered, his eyes hard. "What I'm about to do to you will have you weaker than a newborn kitten when we're finished."

I wasn't sure what he had planned, but it had to be better than this countertop. And if it involved his dick, then I knew I'd enjoy it far more than just the show.

"What are we doing?" I said slowly as I threw my arms around his neck and put my thighs around his hips, the feel of his cock brushing against my wet slit maddening. "Where are we moving to?"

"You ask too many questions." His hands gripped my ass as he slid me off the counter, and I groaned when the move sent his cock driving right against my clit, the painful jarring almost pleasurable. "Just wait and see."

The table was nearby, and he stopped at it, eyeing the height difference for a moment before shaking his head and moving on. Nothing seemed suitable for him, so with a frown, he moved us until my back was against the wall, and his hips were pinning me to it.

"You ready?" he asked with a slight grin, his cock head brushing against the opening of my pussy. "Because I can't wait any longer."

Asher buried himself inside me in a single thrust, his groan as he filled me traveling through my arms and down to my toes.

I arched against him at the intrusion, taking his cock like a champ, trying to remember how to breathe as he stretched me to my limits. I knew Asher was stacked, but I didn't know how much bigger he was when his dick was hard and inside me.

Fuck, it was mind-altering.

His hands gripped my wrists and moved them off of his neck, pinning them above my head. "I'm going to fuck you into this wall until we leave a crater in it."

"I'm okay with that," I groaned as my eyelids fluttered shut. "Please, after you."

His light chuckle was body-tingling. "I want you to look at me while I fuck you, Pretty Bird."

And then he was moving, his cock stroking me from the inside, every nerve ending in my on fire as his grunts and my moans filled the air.

Complex thought was out the window. For him, and for me. All there was between us was the sound of bodies slapping together, the thick, hot air we breathed in and out as we raced to our joint finish line, the tension like a rubber band overstretched until it snapped.

"Fuck, Trinity," Asher growled, his forehead resting against mine as he rutted up into me with startling force. "This is wrong on so many levels."

"It doesn't feel wrong, Asher," I moaned, throwing my head back against the wall as his lips found the line of my jaw, then traveled down to the juncture between my neck and earlobe. "Shit, it feels so right I wish we'd done it sooner."

He felt so good inside me. But Asher wasn't the one here who'd enjoy dirty talk like that. He was simple, restrained, sophisticated. No, the dirty talk would be someone carefree, wild, reckless?—

What Asher liked, I suspected, was intimacy. And I knew just how I wanted to give it to him.

"Take me to your room," I pleaded as he rocked up into me so hard the picture on the wall shook. "But stop in mine?"

"Right here is fine." His eyes burned with a fierceness that wasn't like him. I knew it was temporary. I wanted him to come down from this insane burst of need, the broken frustration and restraint, so he could be himself.

"Please, Asher?" Batting my eyelashes at him was low, but it worked in the past. If I could get it to work now, we'd be in business.

"Fine." He gripped my ass and waited for me to put my hands around his neck. "But hold on. You're going to warm my cock the whole way there."

Now that was unexpected, but welcome. "That's hot."

He marched us right to my room, where I told him to grab my bag from work. Instead, I found myself on my back on my own bed instead of his, Asher back between my legs, his cock stroking up into me slower this time, more languorous, more precise.

Gone was the rutting beast, and in his place was the calculating surgeon, using his skill and steady hand to drag every ounce of pleasure out of this for us both.

I'd never had a lover this considerate in my life.

"Trinity, Pretty Bird—" His groan of desperation filled my ears, driving me harder. "I?—"

"You don't have to talk and ruin it, Asher," I told him, knowing this was hard enough of a struggle for him. Asher kept things close to the vest. And when it all came to a head, he'd need to talk. But now wasn't that time. "Just fuck me."

"Not fucking you," he said as he did just that, his tip spearing me like a pig on a roasting spit. "Never you."

My eyes trailed down to the place where our bodies met, watching the sensual, erotic display of his shaft sliding in and out of me, coated in my arousal, slick and hard and big. "I don't know what you call this, then, because I thought it was called fucking."

Men blushed so prettily when they let themselves. Asher was no different. The pink hues crept over his chest, then up his neck, and then coated the tips of his ears and the edges of his face as he looked anywhere but at me.

He wanted to say something, but he was afraid to.

Keep your secrets, then, Doctor.

I had secrets of my own.

"What I do to you, Trinity McCoy, is nothing short of worship."

My orgasm chased his admission by a mere second and a half, as if the revelation that someone I'd idolized for years now compared his appreciation of my pussy to full-blown religion was the biggest turn-on of the century.

My toes curled when his cock slid in one last time and froze, jerking against my clenching walls as we both clawed at each other and moaned through our release.

It was over too fast. Too soon. I wanted more, so much more, but as he collapsed on the bed next to me with a stupid half-smile, half-frown on his lips, I knew I'd have to wait.

Asher's walls had come crumbling down, and if there was anything my psychology lessons taught me, it was that the fallout would be dramatic. And I ached to help him through it.

Because now that Asher had fallen, now that he was mine, I didn't plan to let him go. I'd sink my claws in deep, and keep him despite anything the world wanted to throw at me.

At least until it was time to go.

You will go. Nothing is forever.

Not even Asher's affections. Or my own.