Page 24 of The Consequence of You (Heathley Academy #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CALLIE

A sher crowds me against the wall and maybe after everything he said, I should be pushing him away, but I don’t. He has the ability to make me forget everything when he touches me, and that’s exactly what I need right now.

My nipples harden, and there’s a familiar involuntary clenching low in my core.

Why his proximity elicits such a strong response in me is unclear, but it’s undeniable.

He gives me a physical release unlike anything I’ve felt before.

Perhaps it’s the safety of knowing, unlike with Nico, there’s no danger of forming feelings.

We don’t like each other. He as good as admitted he hates me just minutes ago.

Asher drags his thumbs over my nipples, before lifting me effortlessly so I can wrap my legs around his lean waist. My back arches in response.

He presses into me, trapping me between his firm body and the wall.

He has one hand under my arse, and he uses the other to yank the front of my dress down.

I’d gone without a bra so my breasts are instantly exposed to the air.

There is little chance of Rossi finding us like this. He respects my privacy, and he knows I will call him if I need him. Still, the thought of potentially getting caught isn’t something I want to risk, so I slide out of Asher’s arms and lead him up to my room.

I flick the lock on my door, and within seconds, we’re back in virtually the same position we were downstairs.

Asher ducks his head, catching my nipple in his mouth. He circles my piercing with his tongue before suckling on it, gently at first, and then sucking more of my flesh into his hot mouth.

Desire coils in my tummy as I heat internally and watch him latch on to the other breast. There must be a direct line to my clit, as every lick, every lave, every suck has my clit throbbing.

Something about seeing him worshipping my body like this, so fervently, has me almost coming on the spot.

I fight it off, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting me off so easily.

I run my hands through his hair, deliberately mussing it up. Seeing him undone, messy and out of control with me, gives me permission to lose myself, too. His reckless abandon drags me along with him, and yet at the same time, I’ve never felt safer.

Asher has me pinned to the wall by just his groin, allowing him to free his hands enough to grab mine and hold them above my head.

He dry humps me, his still clothed cock like a steel rod, rubbing up against me, over and over.

He slows down and I release my legs from his waist, sliding down between him and the wall, my wrists still captured by one of his large hands.

My gaze collides with his, his blond hair falling across his forehead now, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

My own desire is reflected in his hooded eyes and swollen lips, and there is something utterly heady about it.

Both of us completely consumed with chasing that feeling.

He places my hands on his chest, I feel his heart pounding, the fast rhythm mirroring mine.

Stroking my hands down his chest, I eventually reach his belt.

I unbuckle it, slowly and deliberately, with not a single word exchanged.

His pupils are blown, only the outer rim of green showing.

He licks his bottom lip, and I almost lean up and kiss it.

The temptation is there, but for some reason, kissing seems more intimate than anything else we’ve done.

Instead, I run my tongue up his throat, across his firm Adam’s apple.

It bobs in response as he swallows. I finally find the button on his chinos and undo it, pushing them down over his hips until they pool at his feet.

He kicks them off and I lift his polo shirt.

He raises his arms as I slide it up and over his head, throwing it on the floor next to his trousers.

The last time I saw him like this was the day we painted the nursing home bedroom, but I spent most of the afternoon avoiding looking at him.

This time, I allow myself to fully take him in.

I run my gaze over him slowly and thoroughly. His muscles are toned and well defined, and his skin is smooth and taut over his biceps. There’s a smattering of blond hair on his chest and as I look down, I see a trail running from his naval between a well-defined v that has my mouth watering.

He is beautiful. There is no other way to describe him .

I'm practically drooling when he places a finger under my chin and tips my head up to look at him. I’m expecting one of his smug grins, but all I see is wanton desire, and fuck if it’s not one of the most attractive things I’ve ever seen.

He knows how to make a woman feel wanted, and it’s so incredibly arousing.

I swallow hard, and without taking my eyes off his, I push his boxer shorts down, careful not to catch the waistband on his dick. It springs out between us, bobbing, eager for what comes next.

Asher pushes my cardigan off my shoulders, and it falls to the floor.

Hooking his fingers around the straps of my stretchy dress, he pulls it down over my waist and hips, and I shimmy out of it until I’m standing naked other than my panties.

Asher’s eyes stay on mine as I pull them down my legs and step out of them.

I walk around him and sit on the bed, shuffling back until I’m in the centre.

He follows me and stops when he gets to the foot of the bed.

I appreciate the way he moves slowly, always giving me time to back out if I want to, but I don’t want to.

I want this. I want to lose myself in this physical act and find the kind of pleasure only he seems to be capable of giving me.

I’m on the verge of asking him to hurry this along when he grabs my ankles and tugs me down the bed until my knees are bent over the end. He drops to his knees and his eyes become hooded as he takes his fill of what I am displaying for him.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” His voice is rough, and he looks genuinely in awe. If I was a little more na?ve, I might believe his words. My pussy, on the other hand, has no issue taking him at his word, and gushes at his compliment. “Look at you, so fucking ready for me.”

He hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me closer to the end of the bed, placing my feet on the edge of the mattress.

I’m fully exposed to him like this, and I prop myself up on my elbows, because despite my vulnerable position, the way he worships my body gives me a confidence which makes me brazen.

He pushes my thighs apart before leaning down and licking me slowly, ass to clit and back again. I shiver at the sensation.

Something about the way Asher touches me feels so utterly decadent and makes me burn with a desire unlike anything I’ve felt before.

The way he studies my pussy between each lick has me wanting to grind down on his face, and I find myself tipping myself to get closer, tightening my thighs around his shoulders.

“That’s it princess, feed me your sweet cunt, I can’t get enough.”

Sweet lord . His filthy mouth makes me even hotter, and I almost combust as he dives back in, licking and sucking at my folds.

His tongue finds my clit easily and he teases my sensitive nub, making me squirm and writhe on the bed.

I clutch at the sheets, and then he’s sliding two thick fingers inside me as he continues to eat me out like I’m his last meal.

All it takes is for him to curve them upwards and I explode.

My muscles tighten around his fingers, and I ride out the waves of pleasure as he licks and laps at me.

Eventually the sensations subside, and the room is quiet, other than my panting.

Realising in shame how tightly my thighs are now clamped around his head, I let them relax and fall apart. Asher removes his fingers and leisurely licks them clean before he crawls up the bed and holds himself up on his arms on either side of me.

“Look at the mess you made on my face, sweet princess.” His mouth and chin are wet with my juices, and it has me feeling self-conscious. I turn away, and he tuts. “Don’t do that. You are a fucking goddess and I’m a god, feasting on what’s mine.”

He probably says that shit to all the women he’s with. It shouldn’t matter, but I roll my eyes, turn my head slightly, and break eye contact with him. But he grabs my chin and turns my face.

“Seriously, I fucking love the way you taste. You’re exquisite.” He’s ridiculously dramatic, but somehow sincere, and I appreciate it in a way I wasn’t expecting.

I don’t know what to say to him so instead of saying anything, I reach between us and stroke his dick.

It’s long and thick, and I can barely close my fist around it.

I look down to where our bodies are connected.

Asher isn’t circumcised like Nico was, and I marvel at the way his foreskin moves with my hand.

His crown is red and eager, and saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of clear pre-cum beading at the slit.

I rub my thumb over it, rubbing it around the smooth velvety head.

Asher rocks forwards and groans, shutting his eyes tight.

The thought of it being my hand giving him pleasure is an aphrodisiac.

I grip him more firmly and he rocks into my hand, back and forward, getting himself off.

ASHER

What is this woman doing to me? I relax my arms enough to get closer to her but not crush her under my weight. I lean my forehead against hers as I thrust into her hand over and over. She has me feeling like a horny schoolboy obsessing over his first crush again, and it’s exhilarating.

Despite me telling her to keep her eyes on me earlier, I shut mine, losing myself to the sensations in a way I haven’t for a long time. If I carry on like this, I’ll be coming in seconds. Before I can second guess myself, Callie whispers,