He lies down on his side so his cock is in my face and his naked, hard body is glued to my front.

“Open. That. Mouth.” There’s so much authority in his tone, so much…masculinity.

Sure, I can resist him, but it’s completely useless at this point. It’s the same as resisting myself, and the meeting with the detective, I can’t deal with that.

I part my lips and take him inside, using my hand to direct the pace.

Small sounds slip out from the back of my throat when he lets me bring him to pleasure. This time, he doesn’t interfere. He lets me control the pace, sucking him as I see fit.

If possible, he hardens further in my mouth. I can’t get enough of having him like this.

I can’t get enough of having him all to myself.

Just when I’m about to pick up the pace, a hot wet tongue licks me from the base to the top of my clit.

I gasp around his cock, a full-body shudder going through me.

Holy shit. That feels so good.

He does it again, and I clench, thinking I’ll come from that sensation alone.

“Who told you to stop?” He speaks against my sensitive folds as his finger teases my entrance.

He thrusts his tongue into my opening, going in and out of me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. Pleasure hums underneath the surface, threatening to sweep me under.

I battle against the sensation building inside me while trying to suck him as hard and deep as he’s doing to me.

His tongue thrusts in and out of me with relentless urgency that turns me boneless. He teases my clit with his thumb, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“Fuck,” he grunts against my hypersensitive skin. “You taste like sweet torture.”

My only answer is a moan around his dick. Tingles take over my limbs and I know I’m close…so freaking close.

So I lick and nibble and suck on his cock as hard as I can.

I want to bring him what he brings me.

I want him to be swept away, too.

But most of all, I want him to forgive me.

The wave hits me so suddenly. One moment, I’m getting lost in him, and the next, I’m right in the middle of a storm.

I cry out against his cock, my skin prickling and stiffening. Arousal coats my thighs, and I know he can feel it against his tongue.

The intimacy nearly kills me.

“Break for me,” he murmurs against my folds. “Soak me.”

His words magnify the force of my orgasm. It goes on and on until I think it won’t ever stop.

“Open that mouth wider.” He thrusts his hips against my lips, and I do as I’m told.

He pounds a few times before he tenses inside me, and then his cum covers my tongue, my lips, and drips on either side of my mouth and down my neck.

I’m panting, too spent to think or do anything.

Asher isn’t done, though.

His cock glides out of my mouth as he pulls me up to face him. We’re kneeling on the bed, facing one another.

My eyes are droopy, but I can almost see the change on his face, the slip, the…affection.

Before I can analyze it further, his lips collide with mine in a harsh, punishing kiss.

They’re firm and rough, his lips, all-powerful like the rest of him. A rush of desire grips me when I meet his tongue with mine.

He tastes like me.

And I taste just like him.

My fingers thread in his thick strands as I kiss him back with a ferocity that matches mine.

Asher wrenches our lips apart, breathing harshly against my mouth.

“Why the fuck are you kissing me back, Reina?” he breathes against my mouth.

“I’m not supposed to?” I ask, confusion forming a cloud over my head.

“You never do, and you never get on your knees or suck me off.” He briefly closes his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck to do with you anymore.”

And with that, he grabs his clothes and walks out of the room.

The bitter taste of rejection explodes in my throat, but I don’t give in to it. There’s still hope.

He’ll forgive me.

I will make him.

A week passes and I’m already adjusting to my position on the team.

It’s not easy being a captain. It’s a big responsibility, and some of these girls look at me as if I’m their savior or something.

It’s not that I have a problem being someone’s savior. It’s more like I can’t—not when I don’t even know how to save myself.

I’m glad to have Lucy and Naomi with me. Scratch Naomi, she still has that passive-aggressive attitude, but mostly, she’s good.

Bree is the one who has been giving me the cold shoulder since the incident in the cafeteria. Whenever I decide something at practice, she doesn’t hesitate to point out that we don’t do that, that she and the team still remember even if I forgot.

I put her in her place every time. I even had a one-on-one talk with her to tell her to stop challenging my decisions in front of the team.

The squad wants to go to state, and while I didn’t care much for that before, now I’m invested in their competitive spirit. Until I find my dream, I’ll make theirs come true.

The girls wave on their way out of the shower. I’m late because I had to talk to the football coach about the schedule of the upcoming games.

Next Friday will be the first game I won’t watch from afar. I’ll be an acting captain who’ll be thrown to the top.

To say I’m nervous would be the understatement of the century. I always think I’ll trip and fall or do a wrong move and embarrass the entire squad.

No pressure. It’s only a home game with a few thousand spectators.

Thousands of people watching.

Yup. No problem falling in front of them. Like, at all.

Lucy is the last to exit the showers.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” she says while fixing her makeup.

“You don’t have to.” I remove my shoes. “I’ll catch a ride with Asher.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

Never is more like it.

Unless I absolutely have to see him, I don’t go near Asher. Since that day he brought me to orgasm; I might have been avoiding the shit out of him.

However, Lucy is having dinner with her dad, and I don’t want to keep her. She won’t leave if she thinks I don’t have a ride.

“So, what’s going on between the two of you?” She leans against the locker as I sit on the bench, removing my second shoe.

“Nothing much.” I try to be nonchalant, but it’s an epic failure.

My body catches fire at the memories of that night.

I might have avoided him, but I watch him whenever he’s not paying attention. I watch him work out by the pool, his muscles glistening with sweat and his tendons bulging.

I watch his silence that has a million meanings.

I watch his words that are always precise.

How would it be if things were different? If I hadn’t hurt him somehow?

“Luce, how were Asher and I before?”

“Aside from being king and queen?” She laughs.

“Do you really believe we were like that?”

She’s silent for a second. “You looked like it from the outside.”

“But we weren’t on the inside.”

She winces.