The Billionaire’s Ultimatum: His Absolute Need(40)
Author: Cerys du Lys

"You’re rough," Asher said, smiling. "I shouldn’t have used such a flimsy shirt."

"I liked that," I said. "I mean, I was kind of annoyed, but… I liked that."

"I never meant to upset you," he said, "but…"

"If you do that again I’m going to have sex with you in your sleep," I said, defiant.

He laughed. "Promise?"

"I love you," I said all of a sudden. I don’t know why, but it felt right.

"I love you, too," he said.

Leaning up to kiss me, just a quick one at first, he decided it best to do it properly and pulled me down into it. I went willingly. Maybe I’d quenched my carnal desire(for the time being), but I still wanted him so badly. To be with him, to be near him, talking, touching, small, inconsequential things, nothing important, not all the time. Just him and I and everything, all of ourselves.

"We need to get up," Asher said. "I need to find out if Beatrice is here. She wasn’t last night, which probably made everything a little easier, but we can’t put this off. I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen, but it needs to happen today."

"Alright," I said, nodding. "I’ll help. I’ll do whatever I can, Asher."

"I know," he said. "Thank you. I really do appreciate it."

He went to take a shower, leaving me to languish in bed. I watched him strip off his shirt through the open bathroom door. I hadn’t bothered with that article of clothing when I’d freed myself from the headboard since it hadn’t seemed necessary to my goal. Seeing Asher strip the rest of his pajamas off right in front of me, then walk over to the bathtub and turn the shower on was oddly erotic, though. Maybe he had a good point with patience and relaxing, because if I’d removed his clothes entirely I wouldn’t have gotten to see this show.

After testing the water with his hand, Asher stepped into the steaming shower. Not all the way, though, not entirely. Before he closed the door he looked at me. Something in his eyes, a glimmer of admiration. He crooked his finger, beckoning for me to join him. I watched him disappear behind the frosted glass of the shower door.

Scrambling out of bed, I bounded towards the bathroom, slipped out of my pajama tanktop just like he had, and pulled open the shower door. I jumped inside, into his arms. He smiled at me and held me close to him while hot water from the showerhead streamed across our bodies.

"Glad you could make it," Asher whispered into my ear, kissing my earlobe.

"I missed you," I said, giving him a silly smile.

"Because I was so far away?" he asked.

I nodded twice. "Mhm!"

He ran his hands across my body, letting water cup between my skin and his palms, and then sluiced it over me. I tried to do the same, but he stopped me. "Not yet," he said.

I nodded and stood and let him wash me. He grabbed a bottle of body wash from a shelf off to the side and squirted some into his hand. Lathering it between his palms, he gathered a good amount of bubbles and then slid the soapy foam across my body. He coaxed me to lift my chin and coated my neck with soap, then down my shoulders and my arms, between each of my fingers. He washed me, focusing on my chest. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting out a moan when he squeezed my br**sts in his hands and toyed with my n**ples.

My br**sts were apparently very dirty, so he spent a lot of time there. Before I could moan again, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me. The sound went from my throat into his, reverberating between us. I laughed.

"Asher!" I said, regaining some composure. "We’re showering! You said we have things to do."

"I did, didn’t I?" he said, coy.

His hands roamed lower, across my stomach. He pressed a finger into my belly button and tickled my side with his other hand.

"Stop it!" I laughed and playfully slapped at him.

Then, without warning, he pulled me closer. Spinning me around so my back was against his chest, latching his lips onto my neck, warm water from the shower spraying against my br**sts and my stomach, he held me tight. All semblance of washing left us, with only the soap remaining to remind us of what we were supposed to be doing.

Asher slipped his hand between my thighs and rubbed at my clit. I staggered, but he stepped back and braced us against the rear of the shower so neither of us would fall.

"Just once more," he said. "Please. I know we have important things to do, but just once more?"

I nodded. "It won’t take a lot," I said. "I’m really horny today. I don’t know why."

He didn’t reply, just sucked on my neck. His teeth bit lightly into my soft skin and his fingers pressed and stroked against my clit.

"Like that," I said. "Just like that. Don’t stop."

He didn’t, never. I closed my eyes and thought about him and what we’d just done on the bed, what we were doing now. Leaning my head back, I relaxed and let him take me. It was probably the shortest build up to orgasm I’d ever experienced.

The familiar feelings of cli**x bubbled up inside me and then burst out. I tensed, unfamiliar with the sensation of doing this while standing. "Now," I said. "Now, don’t stop, please. Just, just lighter. Softer."

He softened, but remained insistent, his fingers brushing against my clit. He held me up with his other hand and squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"You’re so beautiful," he said. "I love watching you like this."

"I want to, too. I…"

I was at a loss for words, swept up in pleasure. The rippling echoes of my cli**x shivered through me, delightful and sweet. When they lessened, calmed to a faint swell, I loosened Asher’s hands from me and slipped away from him. Getting to my knees, resting on the slippery floor of the tub, I gazed up at him, lovingly.

He never said a word, only looked down at me and smiled. He looked so sweet and caring and I wanted to kiss him, but I stopped myself. We were in a rush and I needed to make this quick, and after today maybe we could spend all the time we wanted adoring each other, but…

Better not to think about that since I wasn’t sure what would happen. I knew what was going on right now and that was it. Later, I hoped for a lot of things, but right now I had Asher and that was enough.

His manhood greeted me, jutting out from between his legs. I scooted forward and wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him. With the water helping me, my hand slid up and down his length easily. Asher watched me, eyes glazed and halfway shut and his mouth agape.

I stopped for a second and reached up, fumbling for the bottle of body wash. Asher didn’t say anything, didn’t complain. I squirted a little of the soap into my palm and mixed it between both hands, then grabbed his c*ck once more. This time, with the slipperiness of the soap, my hand glided across his shaft in quick, smooth motions.

"My God," he said after the first few strokes. "That feels amazing."

I was in control now. Asher was mine and mine alone. I relished the thought and quickened my hand movements.

"Cum for me," I said. "I want you to. All over my chest."

"Jessika!" Asher said, a gasp, shocked.

I laughed. "You told me to tell you what I want before, so I’m telling you."

"Keep… keep going," he said. "A little faster. If you keep that up it won’t take long."

I stroked him with one hand and, in a fit of erotic genius, grabbed his balls in my other hand. I squeezed them and rolled them between my fingers, urging him towards cli**x. Asher didn’t disappoint me, either. He tensed and his c*ck swelled and three sticky, white jets of cum shot onto my neck and br**sts. I laughed, watching him, and slowed my strokes. When he finished, I ran my fingers over my chest and played with his cream.

"My God, you’re insatiable," he said. "That was amazing."

I got up and smiled at him and pressed hard against him. "I love you." I tried to remain serious, but it didn’t last for long before I giggled.

He laughed along with me. "You just wanted to get my mess all over my chest, too, didn’t you?"

I backed up and admired my work. Asher’s sticky cli**x was spread fairly equally between his pecs and my br**sts. "Well, we’re in the shower so it’s easy to clean off."

"Alright, alright. Let’s actually clean up now," he said. "No more funny business."

"You started it," I said, poking my tongue out at him.

"Yes," he said. "Well, yes. And I’m alright with that."

"Me, too."

…

Asher stood at the stove watching the pancakes while I diced up fruit and mixed smoothies in the blender. We were waiting for Jeremy to come by so we could all eat breakfast together. They texted each other a lot for simple things like this. It was kind of weird and something I’d need to get used to. It made sense in a way, since it was faster than trying to track each other down through the entire mansion grounds, but it still seemed a little different to me.

When Jeremy arrived, he came in without knocking; no need to, really. He smiled and thanked me when I handed him a cool glass filled to the brim with my strawberry banana smoothie concoction. Asher doled out the pancakes onto three plates, we topped them with more strawberries and whipped cream, then we all sat around the dinette table, munching.

"So," Jeremy said in between pancake bites. "Beatrice left earlier. I’m not sure exactly when. She’s not a huge fan of me, so I couldn’t just stick around her without being obvious. She left a note with her maid, though. Said to give it to you if you asked about her. It’s Saturday, so I figure she figured you wouldn’t be working and might ask around for her."

Asher nodded. "We usually have lunch together when she’s home on the weekends. That makes sense."

"What does the note say?" I asked.

"Ha! That’s the funny part. It says she’s going out to find a book. A present for you, in thanks for what you’re doing. She suggested Asher take you out to lunch instead of her, since she’ll just grab something on her own. It’s actually very casual. Kind of strange for her." Jeremy shrugged.

"Yeah…" Asher sighed. "I don’t want to suspect the worst, but it’s all coming together. Being away, suggesting Jessika and I go to lunch. If she’s hired someone to keep tabs on us, they could take some controversial pictures. Turn an innocent lunch into weekend debauchery."

"Why a book, though?" I asked. "Why is she doing that? I don’t understand."

"You showed an interest during dinner the other night," Asher offered. "It’s not exactly a secret that you enjoy reading. I mentioned to her that you enjoyed the library in the guest home, too."

"I just think it’s odd. I don’t know why."

"Yeah, well, you should," Jeremy said. He gave me a pointed stare, chomping on a large helping of pancake.

"I don’t understand?"

"Did you forget already? That bookstore you dragged me into? Where this all started? I doubt it’s a coincidence she’s going to get a book now. Maybe she’ll grab one, but…"

"Oh…" I blinked. Popping a bit of sliced strawberry in my mouth, I nibbled on it absently. "Right. Do you think that’s it? I did wonder why they were in that bookstore. It’s not really the type of place I’d expect to see anyone like them."