Page 54 of Endless Anger (Monsters Within #1)

LUCY

I’ve woken up in Asher’s bed hundreds of times before. Thousands even, maybe.

But never with his head between my legs, eating my pussy like it’s the first breakfast he’s been allowed in decades.

My mouth falls open when his tongue spears into me, and I grip the sheets in both hands, twisting them so one corner slips off the mattress.

“Morning,” he mutters against my skin, his fingertips pressing into my thighs to keep them open. “You taste fucking incredible.”

I stare down at him, maintaining eye contact while he sucks my clit, my stomach twisting into a thousand little knots.

I’m still a little groggy and sore from last night, so the dueling sensations morph with my arousal, creating a strange landscape of bursting color and light behind my eyes when I pinch them closed.

He licks me languidly, like he could spend the entire day doing so. It feels really good, but I’m still reeling a bit from yesterday and all the stuff that went down. The things we left unsaid?—

Asher pauses, pulling his head up. “You okay?”

Blinking, I give a curt nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, watching me. I shift, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable with my bare pussy so close to his scrutiny.

Pursing his lips, he disentangles himself from my legs and taps my knee. “Up.”

“Huh?”

“Get up for a second.”

Confused, I slip from the bed, standing next to it completely naked. Bracing a forearm over my breasts, I cover my pussy with my free hand, waiting while Asher flips onto his back and scoots to the middle of the mattress. He props his knees up and rolls his head toward me.

“Come. Sit.”

I narrow my eyes, not liking the commands, but I go anyway, aiming to perch next to him.

His arm lashes out, stopping me. “No, not there. On my face.”

Again, I blink. My chest tightens. “What do you mean?”

“I mean put your pretty pussy on my face, pup. Ride me and show me what makes you feel the best.”

“But it was fine?—”

“Fine isn’t good enough for me,” he says. “If you’re able to check out of the moment, I’m not doing it right. So get up here and flood my tongue yourself.”

I don’t really know what to do, but I’m more curious than nervous. I think.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I meekly place my knee on the bed, leaning over his abdomen, and plant a hand by his shoulder. The tattoo on his thigh draws my attention for a moment, and I keep my gaze on it as I swing my leg over his waist, grabbing the headboard.

My heart pounds in my mouth. His hands come to my hips, and he stares at me like I’m the most beautiful thing on the planet. Like there’s nowhere else he’d rather look.

Sliding farther back, he urges me up his stomach with pressure on my butt. I crawl the length of him, pausing when I reach his chin .

His palm cracks against my ass cheek, and I jolt forward, hovering over his mouth. “Ow!”

“Shut up and sit, Lucy.”

I clench my jaw, ignoring the innate desire to snap back at him, because now we’re in a super vulnerable position, and I don’t want to fuck anything up. The fear that he’ll ditch me if I do is very prevalent in my chest, and I’m afraid to acknowledge how deep the relationship trauma goes.

Not yet at least. Come first, ask questions later.

Lowering myself to his mouth, I peer over my shoulder at him and then face the wall when I feel his lips graze my flesh. He licks a featherlight path up my seam to my clit, squeezing me, and then forces me down more.

His tongue laps at me as I slowly begin to move my hips, testing which thrusts feel good and where I like the pressure. Dropping one hand to the mattress, I curl my body over him while leaning into the motions, swiveling my pelvis and guiding Asher’s tongue in and out of me.

Having him between my legs earlier was amazing, but this ? Being on top of him, controlling the literal air he breathes?

This is intoxicating . All the sounds he makes, little whimpers and grunts vibrating against my wet skin, his hold on my ass, riding the pace I set. I thread my fingers through his hair, grinding and meeting his heavy-lidded gaze, wondering how I could have ever lived without this.

My body tenses, my nerve endings fraying as moans spill from my lips. Asher groans, snaking an arm around my front, gliding his hand up my stomach to palm my breast. He tugs at my nipple, and I unravel, the friction from his mouth sending shock waves of pleasure radiating down my spine.

Jaw locked, my back arches as my orgasm rolls through me, pulling a sound from my esophagus that’s half elated human, half tortured animal.

Slumping, I ease myself off Asher’s face. Heat tinges my cheeks with the way his lips and chin glisten with my arousal, and a fire burns low in my belly .

Sliding out from beneath me, he tosses a pillow where his body just was, and flips me onto it. I glance at him over my shoulder as he moves behind me and cry out when he plunges a finger inside my pussy.

He runs his free hand over my ass, flicking me. “My name looks fucking delightful right here. Maybe we should get it tattooed.”

I snort. “Hard pass.”

“Fine. Get used to me writing it on you every time I’ve got you naked in my bed then.”

With the back of his hand, he wipes his mouth and starts stroking me. My toes curl, and I spread my legs wider to give him better access.

“I’m going to fuck you.” The way he says it feels less like a warning and more like a simple fact. Not that I’d be protesting, regardless.

Less than a second later, he’s rubbing my clit and pushing the head of his cock against my opening.

This time as he slides in, he goes much faster, ramming to the hilt before I can suck in a breath.

I’m so turned on, though, that it doesn’t seem to matter; the fit, while still snug as hell, only stings for a moment before I’m overwhelmed with the fullness .

Dropping my forehead to the mattress, I let out a desperate moan as he begins moving, sawing in and out, his cock massaging my inner muscles until I can’t breathe. He places a palm on my lower back, then reaches for my hip, drawing me closer to him so my ass is angled higher.

“Your pussy is so goddamn tight, pup. Makes me wanna blow my whole load seeing it swallow my dick like this.” He talks through clenched teeth, and I feel a drop of sweat drip onto my skin.

Him saying he wants to come in me makes my heart pound faster, and my breaths erupt in shorter, furious bursts.

I’m panting, and I manage to shove one of my hands between me and the mattress, playing with my clit while he continues his sensual assault, his grunts filling my ears like an erotic tune.

“Tell me this feels amazing,” he insists, his lips brushing the back of my neck.

Somehow, he’s everywhere at once, invading my senses until my entire world is just him .

“ So amazing. You fuck me so good,” I blurt between moans. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“Fucking— shit .”

Reaching under me, he fans his fingers out on my abdomen, and the dual pressure from the top and bottom, mixed with the brutality of his thrusts, has me coming again in minutes, burying my face in the bedsheets.

At the last second, again, he yanks his cock from me with a pained groan, and his cum splashes against my ass, trickling between my cheeks.

“We are in trouble,” he mutters, trailing kisses up my spine. “I’m getting addicted to being inside you.”

I roll over, giving him a small grin. “I see no issue with that personally.”

He wraps me up in the sheet and takes me to the communal bathroom down the hall, where we fuck two more times, despite my certainty that someone is in there listening to us.

Asher just places his palm over my mouth when he slides into me, bucking and grinding until we’re both coming against the dirty shower stall.

We clean ourselves after that, although since we didn’t stop off anywhere, I have to use the shampoo and body wash he has stashed behind a loose tile. Standing in front of the sinks, I comb through my hair with my fingers, and Asher comes up behind me, resting his chin on top of my head.

Tugging at my towel, he pulls a corner down just enough to expose my breast, kneading it before pinching my nipple. I shove my ass into his dick, and he matches the motion, pinning me against the counter.

“Asher,” I breathe, bracing myself.

“Sorry,” he says into my neck, inhaling. “You’ve never smelled like me before. It makes me want to bend you over and do bad things.”

“This is awfully forward of someone I’ve yet to decide if I’ve forgiven or not,” I tell him, cocking an eyebrow.

He sighs. “The ten grand for the shelter wasn’t enough?”

“My dad once changed all the furniture in his house and office to match my mom’s hair color. And he bought her a whole shelter.” Spinning around, I slide my palms up his chest, wiping away the water droplets painting them. “Your contribution was noted and appreciated but only a start.”

Leaning down, he cups my cheeks, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my lips. His nose ring is cool on my skin as he rubs his face against mine. “How many points does a good old-fashioned apology get me?”

I tilt my head, considering. “Three, depending on how good the apology is.”

“If I say I’m sorry while my cock is buried in you?”

“Negative points.”

He laughs. “Fair enough. I know how easily swayed you are by that particular appendage now of course. It wouldn’t be right.”

Rolling my eyes, I push him away as my stomach growls. He runs a hand through his damp hair, adjusting the hoop in his nose.

“For what it’s worth,” he says, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “There wasn’t a second I spent during those three years apart when I didn’t regret my decision. I thought I was protecting you… No, that’s not true. Not entirely.”

I watch as he scratches his throat, seeming to grow uncomfortable while he searches for the words.