More Than A Favor

Chapter 31

RILEY

WE WERE BOTH RIGHT.

We weren't going to last long.

My orgasm shakes my bones and blows through fast. I'm gripping Asher like it's all I know to do, my knuckles white as snow. His strokes get faster, driving into me. Our breaths get tangled and heavy. I'm squeezing his fingers intertwined with mine into the sheets. I can't help the words that are coming out of my mouth. I don't know what I'm saying but I know that I'm saying something.

There's a look on his face. One I know very well. He's coming with me. As he falls apart on top of me, I admire the way his lips parts, and how his jaw muscles work. His eyes squinted above me. Being this close to him, I notice that he's got a scar on his chin. I can see the formation of his facial hair in that specific area. God. He could never look unattractive to me, no matter what he did. Even when he can't control his facial muscles, he's as handsome as can be. My chest swells with the thought—the fact— the evidence that I'm the reason for his undoing.

His head falls into my shoulders after his climax and I loop my arms around his body, our heart beating in sync. Breathing in the same air as him feels like a dream.

I'm on a high that I don't want to come down from. It's peaceful being like this. Where there are no worries, just pure joy. We must've been wrapped in each other's arms for an hour after he got rid of the condom, I just didn't want to move unnecessarily. The heat from his skin makes me feel like I'm home. Every time he talks, I could feel the sound coming from him surging through my own body because we're so closely connected.

I've never let myself end up in this situation with anyone in my life. This close. This soon. He could hear and feel how wildly my heart was beating in my chest. The look of genuineness in my eyes, how attentive I was when he speaks, how close I wanted him to be.

"Do you want to shower?" Asher breathes out, lifting himself up after a while.

I instantly miss him between my legs.

I push my body up too, balancing on my elbows. "I don't have any clothes."

He doesn't hesitate, kissing over my left knee. "You can always wear mine, it's not an issue."

"In that case, I'll gladly shower now."I bite my lip and scoot off the bed. My lips feel like they're still being kissed.

I can't help but scan the room. I've only been here twice. We messed up his bed from our sexual tension unpacking, but other than that the room is pretty well kept. He's got a blue and gray theme going on. There's a mirror by a rack of impressive shoes on display. On his desk are gigantic textbooks, an opened laptop, a medical mask that I don't find weird because ever since Covid happened it's been a norm to have. I do catch a glimpse of a calculator sitting at the end of the desk though. The buttons appear huge.

"If you don't know math as an Econ student you're fucked." Asher comments when he notices the direction my eyes went.

"Makes sense." I laugh, turning in the direction of the bathroom. I find myself beside his hockey bag, the same one I've seen over his shoulder many times before. "Where are your porn magazines?"

"Don't know what you're talking about. I don't need porn magazines." He laughs through his nose.

"You're right, good answer." I give him a wink but what really makes me smile is the little shelf in the corner with toys and books for his three year old son.

It looks exactly the same as the last time I saw it. The first time I entered this room, Asher showed me where to tuck Tommy in after he reached out.

I remember how he stood outside the club talking to me on the phone. I was annoyed for some time on the call, I just wanted him to show him which room was his.