Chapter 5 Sir, please.

Asher's POV

The effect of her kiss was immediate. My cock throbbed, hard and aching, as she pressed into him. My rough stubble grazed her chin as I kissed her back with urgency. My hand found her soft ass, grabbing it firmly, dragging her tighter against my body.

Christ, I'd been watching this ass sway effortlessly as she walked ahead of me.

She tasted like alcohol and something warm-something sweet I couldn't place. And fuck, she was an incredible kisser. The kind who knew how to leave you needing more with every flick of her tongue.

Suddenly, she pulled away from me, breathless and shaky. Her chest rose and fell in short, broken gasps. Around us, the air outside the club stank of alcohol, sweat, and the faint musk of bodies grinding in dark corners. Cars rocked in the shadows. Moans drifted from cracked windows.

"Where's your car?" she asked, her voice raspy and thick with need.

I pointed toward a sleek black sedan parked nearby.

Without another word, she walked ahead of me, wobbling as she moved towards the car. I caught up in two strides, opened the door, and she slid in like she belonged there. I followed, shutting the door behind me, murmuring a quiet instruction to Jacob before the engine hummed to life.

The moment the door sealed, the tinted divider was rolled up.

The air between us changed. She was trembling beside me. I saw the way her fingers brushed her thighs, like she didn't know what to do with them. Her knees pressed together, and I could feel the tension radiating off her skin. Her body was wound up and burning. I could feel it.

Then she tugged at my shirt.

"Can you kiss me again?" she whispered. "No....please, sir, I want you to kiss me again, please."

What the hell? Was she really a version of Melina?

The way she said "sir" sounded made my stomach twist. I stared at her, my throat tightening. I hadn't heard that word in this needy form in two years.

She tugged at me again, her hot breath brushed against my skin, sending an unexpected jolt down my spine. Her eyes were pleading furiously.

"Is something wrong with me?" she asked, lips parted, eyes wide and unsure. "Do I taste wrong? Smell wrong?"

"No, Layla," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. My voice came out low and rough. "That's not it."

I was trying my best to restrain myself but this girl was unraveling me.

Her hazel eyes were glassy and half lidded as she spoke.

"Then why does it feel like no one wants me for anything real? I am just twenty two...." Her voice cracked. "And my life hasn't been happy..... I've never enjoyed the comfort of any man. That bastard was my first boyfriend but he used me."

She guided my fingers to her mouth and bit down softly, her eyes never leaving mine. Then, slowly, her lips parted, and she sucked my thumb into her mouth, dragging her tongue across it with aching slowness.

Fuck! I stylishly used my hand to cover my bulging crotch. My cock pressed painfully against my slacks. Precum soaked the fabric at the tip.

"Even if it's just for a night," she whispered, still sucking on my thumb. "I want you to help me forget my pains and everything that ever happened today."

My gaze darkened. I cursed myself silently. My control was slipping faster than I imagined it could. My jaw clenched as my knuckles dug into the leather seat.

I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. We were still in the car, for fuck's sake. But every second she looked at me like that, like I was the only man who could put her back together, something in me snapped.

And she wasn't the only one losing her mind. Her legs were tense, thighs clenched, and I knew without even touching her that her pussy was soaked. She looked at me like I was her first and last salvation. Like she'd burn without this.

I slid my fingers beneath her jaw, holding her there.

"You're making this very hard for me," I muttered.

The moment her lips grazed my throat again, all of that burned away. Logic, grief, guilt-gone. What was left? Hunger. For her. For this.

And fuck it, I wanted to feel something alive for once.

My body moved before I could stop it.

I crushed my mouth to hers in a kiss that stole her breath, that tore through every layer of resistance I had left. My tongue slid along her lips, demanding entry. She complied and opened her mouth slightly and I plunged in, tasting her, claiming her.

There was no hesitation. My lips devoured hers like she was the one I had been waiting for.

I groaned into her mouth. Her moans melted against my tongue as I hauled her onto my lap. Her dress slid up, bunching around her hips. Her legs straddled me, her soaked underwear grinding against my cock through the fabric.

She gasped, her fingers threading through my hair.

The car had stopped which meant that we were in my estate.

I felt her tense when I pulled out her breast halfway from her dress. Her thighs tried to press together, but couldn't with the way she straddled me. My groan was muffled by her mouth as my fingers pinched her nipple.

Hmm...so fucking sensitive. I liked it. I retract the statement I made once before that there was no way on earth a lady aside Melina could make my desires run wild because who on earth is this?

What this lady was making me feel? Out of the world. I'd pay whatever amount she requested just to experience this whenever I needed it. Because sincerely? This was exactly what I needed, my true coping mechanism.

She made me feel things I thought I'd locked up.

She gasped as soon as my lips left hers. I cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, and brought both pink nipples into my mouth, sucking hungrily.

I moved her hips slowly over my lap, the thick ridge of my cock rubbing against her folds through the thin fabric of her underwear. Her moans spilled against my neck.

It was reckless. Too fast, even. But nothing else had ever made me feel like this for a long while. I was almost tempted to ask where the hell she had been when I was miserable.

I felt her hands slide beneath my shirt, touching my taut muscles and the heat of skin. She gasped as my hands brushed her underwear.

"We're going inside," I growled as I tore my lips from her breast and lifted her effortlessly in my arms. "But if you stay, you need to know. I don't do relationships."

She stared at me, confused for a full second, before nodding in agreement.