Page 147 of The Striker (Gods of the Game 1)
Firm hands manacled my thighs, holding me steady while I shook and sobbed, the pleasure so intense it brought tears to my eyes.
He released one of my thighs and rubbed his thumb over my clit. He thrust his tongue deep inside me at the same time, and that was it.
I exploded, my orgasm rocketing through me and taking possession of every single muscle while I drenched his face with my come.
He groaned, the vibrations sending mini shockwaves up my core before he pulled back and stood.
I heard the metal rasp of a zipper coming undone and the rip of foil, but I didn’t get a chance to ride out the final waves of my orgasm before he was inside me, filling me up until I gasped.
I was still sensitive from our earlier activities, and the single thrust sent a second, smaller orgasm chasing after the heels of my first one.
It was my first set of back-to-back orgasms ever, and I was so lost to the sensations, thewant, that I could only hold on tight while Asher fucked me into a state of sobbing, mindless delirium.
He was typically gentler when we had sex, but this? This was raw and hard and everything I didn’t know I needed. We were swept up in the needs of the moment, our troubles drowned beneath an ocean of desire and expelled with each cry and groan. Still, despite the brutal rhythm of our coupling, he intermittently slowed down to check on me.
I appreciated the sentiment, but I was fine in this position—more than fine. And I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to fuck me harder.
“Right there.” I gasped. “Harder, deeper…yes.”
His balls slapped against my skin with each thrust, underscoring the speed and force of his rhythm, but it still wasn’t enough. I wantedmore.
Asher slowed again to accommodate me when I straightened, raised one leg, and stretched it out along the lower barre. I wasn’t quite as flexible as I’d been before my surgeries, but the height of the barre and the way he held me alleviated any pressure that would’ve incited a flare-up.
It actually felt good to stretch out my leg. Most importantly, the new position allowed him to fuck medeep, deeper than any position we’d tried before.
“Fuck,” Asher hissed, his body tensing at whatever sensations he felt. His skin gleamed with sweat, and his fingers dug into my hip as he drove into me again.
He quickly matched his previous pace, only it felt even better like this, with me stretched out and him buried to the hilt.
I squealed when he hit a spot he’d never hit before, and my mind blanked from sheer pleasure.
I’d never had sex like this before. Rough and unrelenting and passionate, where he fucked me like he couldn’t get enough of me, and I knew for a fact that I couldn’t get enough of him.
It was the kind of sex that could ruin a girl for life.
My breasts bounced wildly from the force of the pounding, and my mouth hung open, unable to speak, unable to think. I was a sweaty, dripping mess, but I didn’t care.
In fact, it only spurred me on. It was so unlike me, so opposite the careful control that I exhibited in every other area of my life, that it was a turn-on.
I didn’t have to be Scarlett. Instead, I could be this wanton creature who dealt in pleasure and carnality, who could slip out of herself and enter a world of fantasy.
“Look at the way you’re taking my cock.” Asher reached up and gripped my chin with one hand, forcing me to look at him in the mirror. To watch the way his cock plunged in and out of my drenched cunt. “Every inch buried inside you, and your pussy still can’t get enough.”
I whimpered, my pussy clenching around him in shameless agreement.
“So fucking tight.” He lowered his head and sank his teeth into the curve between my neck and shoulder. “So fuckingmine.”
Another, more savage thrust scattered any coherence that might’ve formed in my short-circuiting brain.
I was nothing but a giant raw, exposed nerve. Even the brush of air against my skin was unbearable in its sensuality. Add in the dirty words, the lewd sight of him pounding into me in broad daylight, with the innocent music playing in the background…and it was too much.
The piano score hit a crescendo, and my third orgasm of the afternoon detonated from deep inside me. I screamed, waves of pleasure mushrooming from my core to engulf my entire body. My back bowed, and fresh tears pooled in the corners of my eyes as I lost all sense of space and time.
I was a thousand pieces of sensation, broken apart and put together again.
My come was still dripping down my thighs when Asher lowered my leg off the barre and turned me around. He sat me on the wooden beam and hooked my legs around his waist before he continued fucking me, his grunts growing deeper and more guttural as I convulsed around him.
I was still flying high on the last wings of my orgasm when he came with a final deep thrust. His cock twitched inside me as he groaned loudly, the lines of his face drawn tight with pure bliss.