Page 18 of The Consequence of You (Heathley Academy #2)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ASHER

M y words hang between us.

Fire flashes in her dark eyes as I watch her warring with herself about what I said. Maybe it was crueller than necessary, but she needs to hear the truth from someone who isn’t afraid to say it.

She quietly seethes beside me, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but then she fixes her eyes on me. Her pupils dilate, and she drops her gaze to my mouth.

I like her like this; fired up and angry.

Even if it is directed at me.

Especially when it’s directed at me.

I move my little finger, brushing against hers where our hands rest on the leather seat. Her breath hitches as I repeat the action. The tension in the car is palpable as she hooks her pinkie around mine.

The heat between us is undeniable, and I want nothing more than to pull her into my lap. I won’t do it though. Not after she rejected me the other day. She needs to make the first move.

I don’t need to wait long.

She moves her hand on top of mine, intertwining our fingers together.

She gently squeezes my hand, and I find myself holding my breath to see what she does next. Her teeth tease her bottom lip as she takes a moment to process the situation.

She looks at me, and the second our eyes connect; I know she’s done fighting it.

Rising from her seat, she gathers her skirt so she can straddle my lap, and then she places her hands on my shoulders, before letting her weight rest on my lap.

She must feel how hard I am for her, as she almost purrs as she settles herself down.

She doesn’t need to ask how much I want this as my thick erection is answer enough.

The driver’s door opens and closes, and the light above the partition tells me he’s no longer in the vehicle. We have complete privacy.

With one hand, I remove my bow tie and drop it onto the seat next to us.

Callie moves her hands from my shoulders to the front of my shirt. Her eyes locked on mine, she unfastens one button at a time. It’s slow and tortuous, and I resist the urge to take over. Her fingers tremble as she gets to the last button.

She opens my shirt and runs her warm hands over my chest slowly. As her hands brush over my nipples, my cock leaks precum. She shifts her position, and I can’t wait a second longer.

I lift her off my lap and sit her back on the seat. I owe her an orgasm, and there is no way I am coming first again. Kneeling on the floor of the limousine, I run my hands up her smooth, bare legs, from her slender ankles up to her knees.

She watches me, her eyes hooded with lust, and it takes everything in me to keep my movements slow. Repeating the action, this time when I reach her knees, I gently widen them.

Her skirt’s still bunched up, and it allows me to have a direct eyeline to her panties. They’re black and sheer enough for me to see she’s as turned on as I am. Her breathing gets heavier as she watches me lick my lips in appreciation.

Reaching under her skirt, I find the waistband of her panties.

She rises off the seat, helping me slide them off.

I peel them down her legs, carefully lifting them over her feet, so as not to catch them on the heel of her ankle boots.

Holding them to my face, I inhale deeply as she blushes crimson and looks away.

“Eyes on me.”

Her eyes shoot back to mine in surprise, her pupils dilated.

Oh, she likes that. She likes me telling her what to do.

“I’m going to make you come, and you’re going to watch as I do it.”

She nods. I shove her panties in my pocket. I have never kept a conquest’s underwear before, never wanted to. But I feel oddly possessive over hers.

Leaning forwards, I nudge my nose against her bare mound. Gently lapping at her swollen nub, I get my first taste of her and fuck, it’s exquisite. Giving oral pleasure has never felt as rewarding as it does right now. Callie tastes like a delicious nectar; one I can’t get enough of .

She tugs on my hair as she squirms against me, seeking out more friction, so I flatten my tongue and push it against her clit harder until she groans.

Her thighs tighten around my ears, and I love how responsive she is to my touch.

She’s seconds away from finding her release, but I don’t want this to be over quickly.

Pulling back, I blow lightly on her pussy. She shivers and then the sweetest thing happens. She calls my name.

CALLIE

“Asher.” I barely recognise my own voice as he hums in appreciation against my core. I don’t stop to think, instead, I lean into the wonderful sensations which have my whole body shaking in anticipation.

He’s so good at this. I shouldn’t be surprised. He strikes me as the kind of guy who always likes to leave a woman satisfied.

He alternates between licking me and softly blowing, and it’s the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever felt. If I dropped dead now, I’d die happy.

He licks me again but this time he follows it by sucking my clit into his mouth hard, and it’s like a switch has been flicked as I detonate.

My ears ring and my vision darkens as I come harder than I thought was possible.

Waves of pleasure continue to consume me, and when they finally stop, and I open my eyes, I find Asher still kneeling between my thighs.

His face glistens with my arousal, but instead of the smug look I’m expecting, he’s looking at me with a hunger that almost has me coming undone again.

It strikes me then that this is insanity.

He followed me into the limo and I should have ripped into him for the way he used me tonight.

But instead, he said things to me that no one has dared say before, and, if I’m entirely honest with myself, he wasn’t far off the mark.

I have been holding back since my mother died.

It was a deliberate choice; one I have no intention of changing just because Asher Pennington called me out on it.

But this thing between us is nothing like what happened in my past. It’s like all the energy we’ve spent over the years hating on each other is suddenly being funnelled into this physical attraction between us. I don’t understand it, but maybe it’s not that deep.

People talk about sexual compatibility, and that’s all this is.

He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip. One thing is for sure, I much prefer him using his mouth for this purpose than for flinging insults at me.

He adjusts himself in his pants, and any thoughts of trying to understand what’s happening between us are gone.

Suddenly, all I can think about is what he’ll feel like inside me.

“Do you have a condom?” I rasp.

He closes his eyes for a second then he pins me with an earnest look.

“We don’t have to go any further.”

My cheeks flush in embarrassment. Okay. That’s not what a girl wants to hear when they’re in the moment. He must read my expression as he speaks again,

“what I should have said is, I’m very much interested in continuing this, but only if that’s what you want. No pressure.”

“I want this.” I whisper. I’m rewarded with one of his kilowatt grins, and I swear if it was possible to bottle this man’s smile, it would sell better than sunshine .

Sitting back, I watch as he deftly unbuckles his belt. Once it’s undone, he unbuttons his trousers, and they fall to his knees.

He isn’t wearing boxer shorts and his cock juts out proudly, long, thick and eager.

The head is smooth and glistening with precum and my mouth waters at the sight of it.

Asher tugs it slowly, and something about his hand wrapped around it has me almost panting.

I want him so badly. Like I’ve never wanted a man before.

Seeing him in front of me, hard like that for me, knowing he could have any woman he wants, it does something for my confidence that I don’t have the words for.

Asher passes me his wallet as he continues to tug himself slowly. I find a single condom in the back; I open the packet as he holds himself out for me to cover his hardness. As I roll it down, he tenses so I pause.

“Shit, did I hurt you?”

“No. Fuck no, princess,” he groans, and his voice sounds pained, despite claiming he’s okay. “You’re not hurting me. I just want you so fucking badly right now. I was worried about blowing my load. Can’t have you thinking I’m a one pump chump.”

Blushing at the thought of him losing control over me, I roll the rest of the condom down to the base of his cock and sit back on the seat. Asher pulls me closer to the edge so I’m almost hanging off. I widen my legs to accommodate him, and he positions himself at my entrance.

He rubs his crown over my sensitive clit a couple of times, and just as I think I can't cope with another second of this torture, he notches himself at my entrance and pushes into me in one hard motion.

We both gasp as he enters me. He stops and I involuntarily clench around him, never having felt so full before .

Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against mine.

“Calliope. God damn, you feel amazing. You feel like…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but his eyes lock with mine. “Are you okay?”

I smile and nod. I’m better than okay. It’s perfect. I thought his mouth was good, but this is another level of pleasure. He feels like he’s made for me. I don’t understand why, but it’s undeniable.

“Asher?”

“Yes?” His gaze flicks to mine, concern etched on his face.

“I need you to fuck me now.”

With that, he pulls back and slams into me, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot that has me on edge within moments. The entire time his eyes are locked with mine. It should be uncomfortable, but I can’t look away.

His pupils are blown, surrounded by a thin ring of forest green.

His blond hair is unruly for once, hanging down over his forehead as he thrusts into me.

I wrap my legs around him tightly, trying to pull him closer.

He lifts my leg and the change in angle allows him to reach an even deeper part of me.

I try to fight off my orgasm but it’s impossible.

I clench around his hard length and as I do, he pants out my name.

“Calliope. Fuck. I…” He shudders, and I feel him find his own release. He groans as he lets some of his weight rest on me. For a couple of minutes, we stay as we are, catching our breath, neither of us in any rush to pull apart.

This is the second time I’ve seen this man come, and it should feel wrong, except it doesn’t. It feels like the start of an addiction I won’t be able to quit.