Page 90 of The Striker (Gods of the Game 1)

I was sure I’d get a nasty note about the noise from my neighbor tomorrow, but I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t care.

My condition meant sex could be difficult and painful if I wasn’t in the right position or my partner didn’t know what they were doing. However, the wine from dinner and my orgasm had loosened my limbs, and Asher managed to hit my sweet spot every single time.

Our bodies moved in sync like they were made for each other. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this connected to someone during sex, and it had less to do with the physicality of the act than it did with the emotions behind it.

For once, I didn’t feel the need to perform. I could simply bask in the sensations, and the result was so overwhelming that part of me was afraid I’d never be the same after this.

Asher captured my mouth in a kiss. “God, you feel good,” he murmured. “Your pussy takes my cock so fucking well, sweetheart. I could fuck you all day and night and you would still be wet and ready for me, wouldn’t you?”

Heat pulsated in my core at the image he painted. “Yes,” I panted. My nails sank deeper into his skin. “Please.”

He groaned again. Tension corded the muscles of his neck and shoulders. His hands dug into my hips, and I could tell he was on the verge of breaking.

That knowledge, combined with the taste of myself on his tongue and the deep strokes of his cock, set me off for the second time that night.

This time, my orgasm was less like a wave and more like a tsunami. It started in the pit of my stomach and slammed through the rest of my body with such force, my toes literally curled.

A scream ripped from my throat. My body bowed from the intensity as Asher increased his speed, and I felt his cock throb inside me before he came with a guttural cry.

He collapsed next to me, and we lay there during the come down, our bodies flushed with sweat, our chests heaving for oxygen as I tried to recover from what was hands down the best sex of my life.

“Your neighbor is going to hate us,” he said after what could’ve been a minute or an hour.

I’d lost sense of time. I was still floating on a high, my limbs weightless with exhaustion, but a laugh bubbled from my chest, nonetheless. “I thought the same thing earlier.”

Asher turned his head to look at me. “You were thinking of your neighbor while we were having sex?”

My laugh intensified at the insulted look on his face. “Only for a moment. I didn’t think she’d appreciate the headboard slamming.” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “Don’t worry. I was focused on you the majority of the time.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly. “You really know how to stroke a guy’s ego.”

But a glitter of amusement lit his eyes, and I couldn’t hold back a grin of my own.

After-sex conversations were often so awkward, but I could lie here and talk to him all night.

“I’m not going to make a dirty joke,” I said. “You set it up too easily for me.”

“Exactly. I love dirty jokes.” Asher shifted onto his side, and I sucked in a surprised breath at what I felt against my leg. “Among other things.”

“How are you hard againalready?”I demanded, even as a tingle of renewed lust shot through me. “You just came!”

Laughter vibrated through the room. “Stamina. It comes with the territory.” His voice softened into smoke. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock clean.”

It was like he’d flipped a switch with those ten words.

The levity instantly vanished, replaced by thick, heady tension. A flame ignited in my core as his earlier words surged up in my consciousness.

Close your mouth, sweetheart. There’s plenty of time for that later.

Oxygen thinned, and I swallowed at the thought of taking him in my mouth. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he was still intimidating enough that my thighs clenched.

Nevertheless, I didn’t take my eyes off his as I rose onto my knees and straddled him. I hadn’t gotten to where I was in life without a boatload of determination and a certain taste for challenges.

Asher’s expression didn’t change as I grasped him with both hands and stroked him to full length, but his breathing visibly quickened when I rubbed my thumb across the pre-cum gathered at his tip. He was still slick from our previous activities, but I used the pre-cum as additional lube.

I twisted and squeezed, pumping him with long, firm strokes until his hips bucked and he let out a strangled noise.

The thrill of pulling that reaction from him pooled between my thighs. The squelch of my hands sliding over his cock, the way he fisted the sheets in an attempt to maintain control, the sheerheatand size of him…