Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 22

I was walking strangely from the burn mark that still itched. Asher was making a point to walk behind me at a distance. I couldn’t tell if it was because his body was sore from the angle of the slab or if he was just trying to get a view of my ass. I looked behind my shoulder again, tracking his lazy gait.

“Both,” he said, a cocky grin plastered on his face as if he read my mind.

I quirked my brow, and he walked faster, catching up to me.

“Yes, my body hurts like hell from your little contraption, Einstein, and…” He stepped up beside me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. The feeling of his breath on my skin gave me goosebumps. “Behind every hot woman is a shameless man staring at her ass. And you, Baby, have a delicious ass.”

The fact that he could read my mind…was dangerous. I shook off the feelings of irritation and continued walking. Asher had rounded a corner and was out of my view. I gasped and picked up my pace.

“Why are you out of breath already, baby girl? I haven’t touched you yet.” His voice came from behind me.

The whispered words moved the hair by my ear. His hot breath sent a light hum down my spine.

“What makes you think I want you to touch me?” I rolled my eyes, taking a step forward.

My body was repelled back into his chest, his hand spinning me by my neck. The air whooshed from my lungs, and my entire body felt like a live wire.

His smell was intoxicating, that natural musk of a fucking man. His hand didn’t leave my neck. The other slid down my body and landed on my jeans, gliding over and pressing the seam right into my clit.

I whimpered at the pressure and involuntarily ground my pussy into his palm. His laugh was husky, sure, and proud.

“Your little pussy seems to remember what my hands can do.” He nipped my neck and squeezed tighter with both hands.

“Fuck…no.” It was a pathetic denial and sounded more like a question than I wanted.

“Do you remember, Little Wraith?” he continued, leaving a tantalizing pleasure and pain combination on my neck, his other hand pressed so deliciously on all the right spots.

Black spots began dancing in my vision, my stupid body hyperventilating at his teasing touch.

“Maybe…” he continued, walking us backward into a brick building in an alley near the road. “You need a reminder.”

Oh, fuck. Were there people around? I couldn’t see anything but my own breath from the cold. He had me locked in his arms, his back against the wall.

Before the protest left my lips, he picked me up, my body seeming to float like a feather in his grip. Popping the buttons free of my jeans, he shoved his hand into my pants.

“No panties?” he growled.

My wetness allowed him to slide inside effortlessly.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he said, the sloshing sounds of my pussy embarrassingly loud as he picked up his pace.

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer, so instead, I leaned forward and bit into his shoulder hard, yanking his shirt to the side until it ripped the neckline.

“God fucking dammit, Echo, you are so stubborn.”

I giggled, which turned into a moan as he sunk another finger inside me. My pussy had to take a minute to adjust to the stretch.

“That’s okay. I’d rather hear you scream anyway.”

He flipped us around, my back smashing against the brick stone behind me and his hand catching my head.

The surprise and pain of the action made me gasp, and he caught the sound with his mouth, not kissing me but biting my lip and moaning.

“You’re going to fucking come all over my hand now. Awe, too bad for those pants of yours.”

He didn’t give two fucks about my pants. That much was obvious when he ripped them haphazardly down my hips.

“I will drown you, Asher Ballard,” I promised in a whimper.

He smirked at me, his beautiful face making me lose my breath all over again.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl and come for me, I will let you, Little Wraith . ”

God, his wicked mouth, and his skilled fingers.

I was going to come.

Just as I felt myself on the absolute wave of an orgasm, his hands ripped free of my drenched pussy, his arms lowering me off him and leaving me cold and alone, breathing like a damn ox.

I blinked. My brain fuzzed so hard that I couldn’t even comprehend his smug expression as he blew me a kiss and walked back into the street.