The Arrangement (10 page)

Ariadne stroked his strong shoulders and muscled back. She couldn’t reach much farther than his buttocks. She pushed at the band of his pants until Asher
levered himself off of her. He rolled onto his back and roughly shucked his pants. He tossed them over the side of the bed and was back on her so quick she barely had time to gasp at the size of his erection.

“Don’t worry. I’d never
hurt you,” he muttered, burying his face in her breasts and then moaning around her nipple.

She decided to save that worry for later. At the moment, she couldn’t think beyond the pleasure he was giving her. He slid one hand down over her ribs. He didn’t stop his downward trajectory until his palm curved possessively over the mound of her sex.
His middle finger stroked through the slick lips of her pussy. Ariadne gasped as he unerringly targeted her clit, circling, teasing, and flicking the moist flesh until she was writhing against his hand.

Asher shifted so that he was between her thighs. He pushed them wide. Spreading her pussy lips, he swirled his tongue over her clit before pulling it into his mouth and growling.
Ariadne had never really cared for oral sex, but she couldn’t say that the sight of Asher’s face buried between her spread thighs didn’t turn her on. It did. And his groans told her how much he was enjoying eating her. When his tongue speared her cunt, she almost came.

He must have sensed how close she was because he rolled off her once more. He picked up his pants and pulled out his wallet. As he rifled through the contents, his gaze remained on her pussy and he licked his lips.
He was terribly aroused. Even as she watched his cock seemed to throb and stretch.

She swallowed.
He was huge
. And though she was more experienced than when he’d first kissed her in high school, she’d never seen anything to compare to him.

“
Shit
,” Asher swore, interrupting her musings. He tossed down his wallet with apparent disgust. “I don’t fucking believe this. I don’t have a condom.” His head fell back onto his shoulders. He scrubbed his broad hands over his face in a rough, brisk movement, ending with his fingers yanking at his hair. Groaning, he said, “Oh, God, I’m going to die.”

Ordinarily, she would have laughed at his melodramatic reaction and maybe later she would. However, at the moment, she was struggling with her own disappointment and mounting frustration. “You didn’t pack any?”
“Why would I? You’ve made it clear that yo
u weren’t interested.” He collapsed onto the bed and lay on his back with his eyes closed, a grimace giving him a fiercely sexy look. “I don’t suppose that you brought any with you?”

“No.”
She never could have predicted this.

There was a beat of silence and then he said quickly, “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I was tested. I don’t suppose you’re on the pill?”

She hesitated. “That’s a big step.” One she’d never taken with a guy. Could she take it with Asher? They were married, but not in the true sense of the word.
The fact that he hadn’t presumptuously packed condoms only made her want him more.

Asher rolled his head to look at her.
His green eyes were bright. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since before you were legal.”

Ariadne bit her lip. For once, she was not going to deny herself.
Her usual modus operandi was to say no to anything that involved the slightest amount of risk. In fact, she could still hardly believe he’d talked her into marriage. Placing a hand on his jaw, she guided his face to hers and kissed him. While her lips moved over his, she ran her hand over his chest, stroking his nipples. They pebbled against her fingers and he moaned into her mouth. She stroked his abs, dipping a finger into his belly button before touching the heated flesh of his cock. He was so hot and silky to the touch. The tip was slick with precum. She ran the flat of her palm over his considerable length.

She felt herself grow wetter at the thought of taking him inside her body. She couldn’t wait to feel him there. “Asher, I want you.” She closed her fingers around him a
nd squeezed. She pumped him with her fist until his hips were moving with her hand.

Grunting, he pushed her hand away and mounted her once more, sliding easily between her thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock between her folds before notching it into the opening of her cunt. She bent her legs at the knee and arched. He penetrated her slowly. Ariadne gasped as he stretched her open in a series of foraging thrusts.

When he was finally fully seated
deep inside her pussy, he gave her a quick kiss then rose up onto his elbows. “Don’t forget to come this time.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she let out a shuddering breath. “I’ll try not to.”

He stroked in and out
of her at a leisurely pace. “Oh, God, you feel so good,” he groaned.

She felt the same way about him. His plundering shaft created a delicious friction that had her back arching and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The hair on his chest abraded her nipples and kept them taut. He didn’t have to remind her to moan with him this time. Even though she bit her lip, she couldn’t hold in the pleasured sounds.

The headboard hit the wall in
hard rhythmic thumps echoing the way Asher rode her pussy. Ariadne felt too full of pleasure. It was burning her up, swelling large and bright, and pushing at her seams. It was too big for her flesh to contain. Ripples of heat coursed over her body, flushing her face and chest, radiating from her center where Asher was so deeply buried. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo beneath her breast. Before it was all over, she thought it might explode from her chest. She wanted to scream with it, the sensations were so intense. She dug her nails in his shoulders. He growled and fucked her harder. Could she have heard beyond the blood rushing in her ears, she might have been embarrassed by her loud moans or the wet smacking sounds of his cock filling her pussy.

Asher’s movements grew frantic. His feet pedaled on the slick sheets as though he couldn’t get deep enough. She lifted her hips to his, fucking him back with equal fervor. His arms slid beneath her, one cupping her ass and tilting her into his thrust, the other wrapping around her shoulder and yanking her down onto his shaft. He swiveled his hips, sliding impossibly deeper and hitting her g-spot. The painful ecstasy shoved her over the precipice into the clenching waves of her first orgasm. She screamed his name.

Groaning, he didn’t stop.
Instead he slammed into her like a piston, extending the length of her orgasm until she feared she might pass out. But finally, he swelled within her, his flesh growing even harder. On a deep, harsh growl, he flooded her cunt with an endless stream of hot cum. It was so copious that it overflowed and trickled between the cheeks of her bottom as he continued to grind into her.

In the aftermath, Ariadne gasped for air.
She felt utterly depleted. Her legs fell away from his hips. Sex had never been like this for her. It was fine and often pleasant, but usually not worth the bother of having to struggle out of her bra and then put it back on. Asher’s rough breaths sawed in and out, ruffling through the sweat dampened hair at her nape. When he lifted himself onto his elbows once more, he surprised her by kissing her very gently. She’d expected him to move away. He’d probably had many similar experiences with women.

His tongue explored her mouth softly as if he hadn’t been kissing her earlier. His kisses moved down her chin, over her the line of her jaw, and eventually ended at her ear. “I want you again,” he rasped. And sure enough, he was hardening inside her
. “Can you take more?” he asked, but he was already thrusting again. She could do nothing but hold on as he took her once more.

***

Asher hissed and arched his hips as Ariadne enveloped him within her heat once more. Her pussy was so tight that her hold on him was almost painful. He marveled that he could fit inside her as she settled over him with caution, taking only an inch at a time before sliding back up to the tip again. He might die before she’d taken him all the way inside.

And it would probably serve him right.
Had he been an honorable man, he wouldn’t have taken advantage of her. He’d pounced on her during a vulnerable time and at just the right moment. He fully expected her to regret their indulgences come the morning. And so instead of making love to her once, he kept impaling her on his cock over and over. If he was to have only one night with her, then he would make enough memories to last him a lifetime.

He’d never stopped wanting her. He’d buried the urge and tried to push her to the back of his mind. But none of the women he’d ever been with made him feel anything. He wanted to love someone but he’d never been able to feel even a fraction of the emotion that Ariadne generated in him without even trying for anyone else.

Ariadne whimpered. “Ash, I can’t.” Her thighs were trembling. Half his length speared her pussy. She braced her hands on his shoulders and tried to move off him.

He gripped her hips. “You can. You’ve been taking me all night.”
Which meant she was probably sore. And if he wasn’t a selfish bastard, he’d let her sleep.

Hoping to distract her with pleasure, he stroked her clit with his thumb even as he pulled her down over his cock and thrust up at the same time. She gasped. Clenching his teeth, he did it again and again until he was fully seated in her pussy.

She didn’t move for a long time and he was on the verge of taking her beneath him once more. Biting her lip, she swiveled her hips and moaned. “Oh, Ash.”

God, he could come just from hearing her moan his name like that. “Fuck me, Ari,” he ordered.

She was going to drive him crazy. She was beautiful sitting astride him. Her body that she kept so modestly covered was enough to bring a man to his knees. Her full breasts swayed as she rode him. Her legs were spread wide enough that he could see his cock being enveloped inside her pussy. She lifted off him and came back down slowly. He let her control the pace for all of about two minutes. He’d never last. And he needed her to come first. With a hand to her spine, he brought her down to him so that he could reach her breasts. He latched onto a tight nipple and growled as her cunt tightened over his dick.

He bucked beneath her. Moaning, she swiveled her hips in little circles. He switched breasts
and pinched the other nipple between a thumb and forefinger. With his other hand, he teased her clit, stroking it until she was keening and fucking him hard.

Asher groaned. His eyes practically crossed at the incredible suction of her cunt closing down on him. He let her nipp
le go, clamped his hands on her hips, and fucked her as though his life depended on it. He threw his head back as his orgasm rolled up his spine. His cock swelled and Ariadne came apart around him again, her pussy milking him dry. Each time, he came harder than the last.

They were still moving together, twitching in the aftermath when there was a pounding on the wall behind the bed. “Would you two cut it out? We get the point. Go to sleep for fuck’s sake.”

Asher exploded with laughter. Ariadne collapsed onto his chest, laughing as well, but she sounded exhausted. “Stop that,” she whispered. “I can’t do this again.”
Her sheath had closed around him when he laughed and it stunned him that she had been attracted to him all this time and he hadn’t known it.

He closed his arms around her and kissed her temple. “Go to sleep.”

Humming sleepily, she moved off him and yanked the sheet up to her neck. It was a shame. He wanted to look at her body. He curled up behind her and threw an arm around her waist. They needed to clean up but he was too exhausted to get out of bed.

Kissing her neck, he breathed in her scent and just enjoyed the sensation of holding her.
Long after her breathing evened out with sleep, he held her close and watched over her.

Chapter Seven

“Did you really let that guy fuck you?”

Ariadne snatched her arm out of Daniel’s grasp.
Aunt Rebecca had fixed a large breakfast of eggs, bacon, biscuits, and grits. She’d been on her way to the bedroom to change to go shopping with her mom, Sierra, and Asher when Daniel yanked her into the den. Asher had gone out to the car to bring in her gown and his tux for the ball later tonight. “He’s my husband! What do you think?”

“So this is real and not some crazy attempt to get me back?”

“I don’t want you back, Daniel.”

He nodded. “Your cousin thought it might be a ploy…until last night.” He eyed her speculatively. “You were never so…uh…enthusiastic when we were together.”

When they were together, they’d rarely made love. He had a busy practice and frankly, his lovemaking was nothing to get excited about. Toward the end of their relationship, they barely saw each other. She now knew it was because he was dating her cousin on the side.
“Well, I’m sure you’re much happier with Janice as well.”

“Janice isn’t that responsive either.” He straightened his tie and cleared his throat. “Um, so maybe we should talk. Maybe give things between us a try again?”

Ariadne didn’t even bother to try to hide her disbelief or her disgust. “Are you kidding? I’m married.”

“Yeah, but to a guy you
told me that you hated about six months ago. Did you think I’d forgotten him? We spent the entire night New Year’s Eve trying to avoid him.”

“Well, that was repressed passion,” she said, irritated to be saying it because it was true and she hadn’t realized it until last night and because she’d been so dead set against ever letting the excuse pass her lips. She’d barely been able to meet Asher’s gaze
at the breakfast table this morning. She’d gotten out of bed while he still slept, showered, and then went down to breakfast. They hadn’t had a chance to discuss last night.