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I hang around with my dad until four, though truth be told, I’m a nervous wreck. My dad and I go out to lunch across the street at the Gridiron, which passes some of the time, and I have a margarita to calm my nerves.
I tell my dad I’m going out with some friends, and he’s strategizing ahead of this week’s game, so he nods absently as I head out. The plan was for me to work on some things for events back home while I was in his office today. I decided to stay all week since the Aces have back-to-back home games, and I’m working remotely. So far, it’s going well…but not well enough to say I’d keep my job if I decided to move here.
And damn…that great meeting with Erin followed by that conference room kiss both seem like pretty big flashing neon signs telling me I should really spend a lot of time thinking hard about what I want out of my future. Or, more specifically, where I want that future to take place.
Vegas is looking pretty damn attractive at the moment.
I head down to the front doors, and I spot Asher as he climbs into the back of an SUV. He sees me and waves me in, and I’m not sure if we’re being very covert, but I’m pretty sure my dad’s view looked out on the other side of the building.
I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t care.
I’m trying not to get my hopes uptoohigh, but the truth is that he wants this, I want this, and we’re about to go…well,somewhereto do it.
Will he take me back to his place? I have no idea, though in truth, I’m dying to see where Asher Nash lives.
But the reality is that we promised this was only going to happen one more time.
I don’t know if I can walk away knowing it’s the last time. And with the way he was looking at me, I don’t know if he can, either.
I rush over toward the SUV, and I peek into the backseat, where I find that there is a third row of seats in this car, and Asher is all the way in the back.
The driver apparently likes reggae music, and it’s blaring.
Asher’s hand is immediately on my knee when I take my seat beside him.
“To the Four Seasons?” the driver yells from the front over the music.
“Yeah,” Asher yells back, and he leans over and puts his lips on my neck. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what you taste like,” he murmurs. He trails his lips up toward mine, and he pulls back. “Or what you feel like.” His hand slides up from where it sits on my knee, and he keeps going when he gets to the bottom of my skirt.
My breath hitches as his hand moves up until his fingers brush the elastic edge of my panties.
“Jesus Christ, Des,” he murmurs. “You have no idea how badly I need this. Needyou.”
I can’t even form words, but the truth is that I need this, too.
And since I can’t make myself sound coherent, I decide instead to show him.
We're far enough back that the driver won’t know what’s going on back here, especially not with the music blasting.
I reach over and take his face between my palms, and I press my lips to his. I push at the seam of his lips until he opens them, and our tongues swirl together in the back of this SUV as he slips his fingers beneath the band of my panties. I widen the position of my legs as he slides his finger into me, and he groans softly when he feels how wet I am.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, pulling back from my mouth for a second before he presses his lips to mine again.
I thrust against his hand as he finger fucks me back here, and that’s when I decide to let go of where I’m holding his jaw between my hands.
I trail my hand down to his pants, and I run my hand along his rock-hard erection. It’s as hard as it was a few hours ago before we parted ways, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s gotten any relief from it since we walked out of that conference room earlier.
He thrusts his hips toward my hand, and I reach into his pants and straight for his boxers.
He moans as I make a fist around him, and the sudden urge to taste him rockets through me. I pull back and glance up at him, and he looks as needy as I feel as I pump his cock with my fist.
Before he can stop me, I lean down and suck him into my mouth. His finger slips out of me as I shift to blow him. I realize I’m in the back of someone else’s car, but I can’t seem to stop myself from doing what I’ve wanted to do for nearly four months.
I want to ride him, too, but that’ll come later. And so will I.
I suck him all the way to the back of my throat, and he rests his hands on the back of my head as I start to move him in and out of my mouth, my fist following along his shaft as I move. I stop to suck on the swollen head of his cock, and he thrusts his hips toward my mouth as I run my fist along his shaft some more.
He moves along with me, and I can tell he’s getting close by his moans. The music is loud, but he’s not exactly trying to hide it.
