His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) (14 page)

He smiled at me.  "Can you play the video again?" he asked.  "I want to try something."

Lazy, barely thinking, I reached for the mouse and clicked to repeat the video.  It restarted from the beginning.  I saw Asher's hand on me, smoothing up and down my thigh before toying with my sex.

The Asher on the screen teased at my arousal, while the Asher in front of me lifted me from the chair.  With a minor murmur of protest, I went.  He shifted me around, setting my knees on the seat and my hands on the top of the desk.  I scrunched up my brow, confused, but I didn't get to stay that way for too long.

Asher grabbed my hips to steady me.  In front of me, I saw the old video of us, with him pressing the head of his cock just barely between my folds.  Behind me, he did the same, nestling his manhood slightly inside of me.  When the Asher on the screen thrust hard into me, the one behind me did the same.

Wow, I... it was definitely strange.  And exciting.  This was bad and wrong and fuck, it was good.  Great.  Amazing.

The video wasn't long.  Asher kept pace with himself, repeating his every move.  I watched him, and I also felt him.  The video wasn't long, and eventually it stopped, but Asher didn't stop.  He redoubled his efforts, going faster now.  He slammed into me, his balls slapping at the backs of my thighs.  My palms and my fingertips pressed hard against the desk.  So hard that part of the underside of my nails turned white while the other part blazed a harsh red.  I stared at my hands, caught up in the shift of color in my nails every time I tensed and pressed against the desk.  The sight enthralled me.  I wanted to paint my nails like that to remember it forever; a ragged white line across the tips and red for the rest.

I was up, standing, stolen away from the desk.  Asher pulled me off the chair, holding tight to my hips, and guided me towards the bed.  Slow, we made our way there, little step after little step.  Each step I took, each time I moved even a small amount away from him, he slammed hard into me, closing the gap between us once more with a hard thrust.  I gasped, confused and distracted, trying to move as he wished but wanting to savor the feel of him inside me and his hands on me, too.

He kept one hand on my stomach, his elbow curved around my side.  The other hand pressed against my breasts, forearm squeezing tight against my chest while his palm and fingers cupped and groped every inch of my sex-sensitive flesh.  We were at the bed, standing on the edge.  The tops of my thighs touched the side of the bed.  No more tiny little steps; I had nowhere else to go but here.

Asher guided me.  He dug deep inside of me, keeping himself firmly in place.  My fervent desire held him even tighter, my inner walls clenching against him.  Asher's hand moved from my stomach, to my clit, teasing and tormenting me with fierce passion, then lower again, to my thigh, my leg, my knee.  He pulled, lifting my leg up, helping me move to kneel onto the bed.  Once I gained my balance, my other leg moved up of its own accord.  I scooted forward, crawling across the sheets, and Asher followed me, never leaving me, always inside me.

Down.  My knees stayed firm on the bed, my ass up somewhat, but Asher pushed my upper body down.  I went, arms splayed at my sides, fingers gripping into the bed covers.  The weight of the bed and of Asher's body shifted me to the side.  He stepped up, one foot near to my knee.  His chest pressed into my back, pinning me in place.

I couldn't see him.  I didn't want to see him right now.  I wanted this.  Just this.

He thrust into me deep, then shifted and grinded against me, the head of his cock driven to further depths.  Then out, a little, not much at all, and in again.  Short, fast, moving, hard, holding, pinning.  He held me against the bed with one arm as if he thought I might try and escape, while his other hand moved onto one of mine.  His palm touched the back of my hand and his fingers found the gaps between them.  I looked at them, both of our hands together, held close.  We each clutched the sheets hard.

The bed beneath us creaked and groaned, wobbling side to side.  The headboard smacked into the wall.  Thud, thud, thud.  I cried out, at first opening my mouth to say something about the headboard, then changing my mind mid-sentence.  My voice became passion and pleasure and need; a question, demand, and a statement all at once.

Asher answered me in his own way.  He answered me by continuing all of the wondrous things he was doing.

I didn't last.  I had no chance.  Cheek hard against the sheets and the blankets and the mattress, breasts squished beneath my body, Asher's cock removing every thought from my mind and replacing it with lust, I lost myself in our affairs.  I clenched and squeezed, my entire body growing taut with ecstasy.  My orgasm—the orgasm Asher gave me, ours, shared—burst from my core.  I trembled and twitched, but he held me, pinning me to the bed and controlling me, but also keeping me safe in his arms.

I wouldn't hurt myself.  I couldn't.  I was Asher's and he just wanted me to be happy.  He wanted to see me like that, he wanted to find beauty and joy in everyday life.  And I... I was a part of that.

The thought collided with my climax and as my entire body tensed and my face scrunched up, I smiled.  I tried to, at least.  I hoped I looked as wonderful as everything Asher imagined.  I maintained that thought for a second before succumbing to bliss.  Asher thrust into me once more, holding tight against me while I writhed beneath him, and then he filled me with his own climax.  I felt him inside me, our bodies fighting against each other until we found rhythm together.  I clutched and he shuddered.  I released and he squeezed.  We matched.  We were two people, separate, but one couple, together.

My legs trembled and shook as he slowly pulled himself out of me.  Cool emptiness replaced the warm comfort between my legs.  I stayed up, though, my butt in the air with my upper body against the blankets.  I twisted enough so I could turn my head and see behind me.  Asher stood at the edge of the bed, smiling.  He looked at me and I smiled back at him.  His hand caressed from my calf to my knee, then my thigh, resting softly on my sex.  With a gentle touch, he slid his fingers up and down my slit, gathering our mixed arousal and orgasms with his fingertips.

"I love you," he said, kissing me.  He bent forward and kissed the top of my thigh, then the side of my rear.

I laughed, smiling, happy and content.  "I love you, too," I said.

"You don't have to stay like that," he said.  "I can't say I mind the view, though."

"Do you think we will?" I asked; Asher cocked his head, looking at me.  "Do you think we'll have a baby?"

Asher nodded, so steady and sure that I couldn't help but believe him.  "Yes.  I'm sure of it."  With a silly grin, he added, "Is that why you're staying like that right now?"

"I could be improving our chances," I said.  "You never know?"

"If you stay like that for much longer, you're definitely going to improve our chances, because I'll want to fuck you again, Jessika."  He spoke with a low growl.

I wiggled side to side, shaking my butt at him.  Without warning, he spanked me.

"Hey!" I said, laughing.

"Hey what?" he asked.

"You can't just go spanking me."

"Oh?  I can't?"

I shook my butt at him again.  This time he didn't spank me, though.  He leaped onto the bed and lifted me up, pulling my legs towards the ceiling.

I laughed and shouted at him.  "Asher!  What are you doing!"

He didn't listen.  He pulled me higher until I stood on my head on the bed.  He held me that way for a second, then lowered me back to the bed.  He went in the opposite direction from where he started, though.  I performed something akin to an awkward somersault or guided cartwheel, landing with the backs of my thighs touching the headboard and my butt resting on pillows.  I lay on my back, looking up at him.  He lowered himself to the bed and kissed me.

"I'm still raised," I said, wiggling my hips.

"Good," he said.  "Do you want a cookie?"

I nodded.  "Yes, please."

He fetched one from the cookie tin on the bedside table.  I went to take it from him, but he shook his head.  Instead, he brought it close to my lips.  I opened my mouth and he fed me a bite.  Then he took a bite for himself from the same cookie.

"You ate my cookie," I said, faking a pout.

He fed me more.  "Didn't you ever learn to share?"

I didn't want to share.  I wanted Asher all to myself.  I shook my head, grinning.  He bent low and kissed me.

We ate, one cookie and then another.  Asher fed me a bite of cheesecake, too.  That was... a little more difficult.  But fun.  This was all fun.  I needed to get up, though.  I didn't want to, but I knew I should.  We should both clean up.  Maybe we should take a shower together?  That would be fun.  I loved showering with Asher, except sometimes it turned into a little more than shower.  Most of the time it did, actually.

I sighed and started to roll off the bed, but then I stopped.  Something rang.  I listened, intent.  What was that?  My phone?  I didn't have it, though.

The distracted look on my face caught Asher's attention and he listened, too.

"Oh," he said.

"Is that my phone?" I asked.

"I brought it.  It's in my pants.  Do you want to get it?"

I shrugged.  I probably should, but my bliss and happiness made me a little less caring at the moment.  Asher chuckled and went to get his pants.

He found my phone and quickly brought it to me.  I checked the caller ID.

Elise Tanner

It kept ringing, but it wouldn't for much longer.  I pressed the button to accept it and started to say hi, but I didn't get that far.

"Jessika," Elise said.  She sounded hurt.  Crying?  "I can't do this.  I can't do it anymore.  Lucent is... I don't know.  I don't know why this happened.  I didn't even—"

She stopped, bursting into a sobbing fit.

"Elise," I said, panic rushing into my voice.  "What's wrong?  What do you mean?  What happened to Lucent?  Where are you?  Are you safe?  Do you need help? Are you alright?"

Asher stared at me, confused.  I held up one finger, gesturing for him to hold on.

"I thought—" she said, but stopped again.  "I thought we were more," she continued.  "I don't know why.  I'm not.  He's more and I'm nothing.  I'm not what he wants.  I can't be.  I thought I was or I could be but I'm not and I understand that now but it still hurts so much.  I just wish..."

"Where are you?" I asked.  "We can get you.  I'm with Asher.  We'll come find you, alright?"

"You can't!" she screamed into the phone.  A rush of wind or something rushed through the speaker of the phone.  "Fuck you!" Elise said, shouting at someone.  She sounded far off, speaking away from the phone.

I waited, unsure.  Holding the phone out so I could see the screen, I checked to make sure the call was still connected.

"You have your own problems," she said, sniffling.  "I know that.  I have mine, too.  We all have problems, you know?  I don't know why I called you.  I didn't know who else to call.  I can't call anyone.  I don't have anyone.  I can't go home.  I want to go back to my apartment and see Vanessa and just sit on the couch and... and eat ice cream.  That sounds so stupid, doesn't it?  I sound so dumb right now."

"I have cheesecake and cookies?" I offered.

She sniffled again, softer this time.  After a second, she said, "You do?"

"Where are you?" I asked.

"I'm—"  Hesitation.  I assumed she was looking around.  "I don't know.  I'm somewhere.  I don't want to come here ever again.  There's a sign up there.  Hold on, let me walk to it."

"Sure," I said.  "Everything will be fine, alright?"  I covered the bottom of my phone with my free hand and looked at Asher.  "Can you call Jeremy and see if he can go pick up Elise?  Tell him to leave now and get some ice cream at a corner store.  Something good?  I'll find out where she is in a second."

"I'm on the corner of Burton and Gregory," she said.  "I don't know where that is, but that's what the signs say."

"Alright," I said, moving my hand away from the phone to speak.  Then I put it back and whispered to Asher, "Burton and Gregory, tell Jeremy that."  And away again, back to Elise.  "Stay there, alright?  Jeremy will come pick you up.  Are you okay, though?  Are you hurt?"

"I'm not... I'm not hurt physically," she said.  "My heart hurts.  And my chest.  My head."

"I'll stay on the phone with you until Jeremy comes, alright?"

"No, it's... it's fine," she said.  "I'll just wait.  I'm fine.  Everything's fine.  Really, it is."

"It's not—"  Before I could finish, she hung up the phone.  "—fine."

I called her back right away, but she didn't pick up and it went to voicemail.  I hung up and called again, but still no answer.  I left her a quick message, but I didn't really know what to say.

"Elise, um... if you get this, call me?  I'm worried.  It's not safe, either.  I don't know what happened, but the police, uh... well, they're looking for you, if you didn't know?  I guess you might, though.  Asher and I should have tried to come see you and Lucent today.  He talked to Lucent last night.  Maybe he saw you?  Everything's been so stressful and I don't know what to do.  I'm sure it's bad for you, too.  Confusing, huh?  We'll make it through this, though.  Both of us, we'll..."

"Jeremy's on his way," Asher said.  "I told him to hurry."

"Jeremy's coming," I said to Elise's voicemail.  "If you want to call me back, I'm here.  Be careful, alright?  Bye..."

I hung up and stared at Asher, unsure what to do.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I don't know.  She said something about Lucent and that's it.  Something happened between them?  Did you talk to Lucent today?"

"I tried," he said.  "I didn't have a chance to, though.  We talked through some brief text messages, but it wasn't safe to do anything else."

"Not safe?"

"The police are still looking for both of them.  It's getting out of hand.  There's a lot going on.  It took everything I could do just to keep the rest of the directors at Landseer Tower calmed down."

I had a grim suspicion, but I hoped I wasn't right.  "Asher, what haven't you told me?"