Page 91 of The Striker (Gods of the Game 1)

“Enough teasing.” Asher’s steely voice halted my movements. “Suck my cock, Scarlett.”

Oh God.

My clit throbbed at the harsh command, and I didn’t bother protesting. Not when I was dying to taste him as much as he’d tasted me earlier.

My breaths left me in little pants as I eagerly swirled my tongue around his cock head. I whimpered with need at the taste, and my body buzzed to life at the sound of his groans. I kept my hands wrapped around him as I bobbed my head up and down and alternated between licking and sucking.

I smiled with satisfaction when his hands finally tangled in my hair. I worked him deeper down my throat, but I eventually hit a point where my gag reflex kicked in.

Fresh tears sprung to my eyes, and drool leaked from the corners of my mouth as I choked on half his length.

Asher’s grip loosened, giving me an out, but I paused only long enough to catch my breath before I dove in again.

Like I said, determination and challenges. I thrived on both.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Asher tightened his hold again when I sucked harder. I didn’t manage to take all of him, but he filled my throat so completely that my moan came out as a needy hum. “You drive me so fucking wild,” he groaned. “And you don’t even know it.”

My muffled response got lost beneath a loud curse and grunt when his orgasm hit. His hips slammed up, and I choked again as bursts of cum hit the back of my throat.

My vision blurred, but I swallowed hungrily, trying to keep up as he came and came until he finally sagged, and I let his cock slip from my lips.

I pushed myself up and wiped my mouth, another smile flickering to life at Asher’s expression of postcoital bliss.

“You look pleased with yourself,” he said, an answering smile in his voice.

“So do you.” I arched an eyebrow at his groin and earned myself a full-throated belly laugh.

We cleaned ourselves up, sliding from lust to comfort with an ease that made my chest glow. When we finished, I curled up next to him, utterly exhausted but satiated in a way I hadn’t been for a long, long time.

A companionable silence filled the room. Drowsiness tugged at my eyelids, but I didn’t want to sleep. Not yet.

Asher pressed a kiss on my forehead. “How are you feeling?” he murmured. “You need anything?”

My chest clenched. It was a casual question, but it was the casualness that made it so intimate. He wasn’t trying to care; he simply did.

I’d been too wound up to appreciate it at the time, but I suddenly remembered how he’d placed the pillow beneath me earlier. It’d gotten shoved to the side during my ministrations, but it helped with the pain that sometimes accompanied sex.

Even in the throes of desire, he’d been thoughtful enough to think of my comfort.

My chest squeezed harder.

“No,” I said honestly. “I feel great.”

I might not in the morning. I hadn’t had sex in ages, so who knew how my body would react later. But that was a problem for another day.

I also had enough wits left to understand there was no turning back after tonight. A kiss was one thing; sex was another, especially the kind of sex we’d just had.

We’d discarded our inhibitions, and we’d have to face the consequences tomorrow.

But right now, as Asher curled his arm around my shoulders and I tucked my head against his chest, I found it hard to care.

Tomorrow would always be there.

Tonight, it was just us, and I was going to enjoy every second of it while it lasted.

CHAPTER 23

SCARLETT