Echoes of Us

Chapter 4: The Hot Lounge

As the night wore on, the party grew wilder, the music louder, and the drinks stronger. Amber, always the life of the party, had been keeping pace with the festivities, her laughter growing louder and her steps a little less steady. Olivia noticed the shift, concern flickering in her mind as she watched Amber toss back another drink.

"Amber, maybe you should slow down," Olivia suggested gently, her hand on Amber's arm as they stood near the bar.

Amber waved her off with a carefree smile. "I'm fine, Liv! Just having a little fun."

But Olivia could see the signs. Amber was swaying slightly, her words beginning to slur. Before Olivia could say anything more, Asher appeared beside them, a casual smile on his face.

"Hey, Amber," he said, his voice smooth, "want to get away from the noise for a bit? There's a lounge upstairs—quieter, more comfortable."

Amber's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect!"

Olivia hesitated, sensing something off but unsure if it was just her overprotectiveness. "Maybe we should stick together, Amber. The party's winding down anyway."

But Amber was already nodding enthusiastically at Asher's suggestion, her inhibitions clearly loosened by the alcohol. "Come on, Liv, it'll be fun! Just for a little while."

Before Olivia could respond, Asher gently took Amber's hand, leading her toward the staircase. Amber followed, her steps unsteady but trusting. Olivia watched them go, torn between her concern and the hope that maybe, just maybe, Asher was trying to be better.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Amber stumbled slightly, and Asher steadied her, his arm around her waist. He guided her down the hallway to a small, dimly lit lounge that overlooked the backyard. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the noise below, with soft couches and low lighting that created an intimate atmosphere.

Amber collapsed onto one of the couches, giggling as she tried to get comfortable. Asher sat beside her, his arm still around her, but there was a certain intensity in his gaze that Olivia hadn't noticed before.

"This is nice," Amber said, her voice soft as she leaned back, her eyes half-closed. "Thanks for bringing me here."

Asher smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You looked like you needed a break."

Amber nodded, her head lolling to the side as the alcohol continued to take hold. "Yeah...just a little too much tonight, I guess."

Asher shifted closer, his hand resting on her knee. "You're fine, Amber. Just relax."

Amber smiled, unaware of the tension that had settled in the room. "You're sweet, Asher. I'm glad you're here."

Asher's smile turned into something more calculated, his eyes fixed on Amber as she struggled to keep her eyes open. "Me too, Amber. Me too."

As Amber's head drooped onto Asher's shoulder, he glanced at the door, as if making sure they were alone. His grip on her knee tightened slightly,

his other hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. Asher leaned in closer, his breath hot against Amber's ear as he whispered,

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck,
sending shivers down her spine.Without warning, his mouth closed over the pulse point at the junction of her throat and shoulder.

He suckled gently, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Amber gasped, her head falling back as she arched into his touch.

Asher's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of her skirt. He caressed her smooth skin, his touch both exploratory and possessive.

When he reached the band of her panties, he gave a low groan."These need to go," he murmured against her neck, before nipping lightly at the tender flesh.

"I want to see you, all of you."He pushed her skirt up around her waist, the fabric bunching around her hips. His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and slowly, teasingly, he pulled them down her legs.

As the cool air hit her bare skin, Amber felt a flush rise to her cheeks.

Asher's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, his gaze roving over her curves with undisguised hunger. Without a word, he stood and stripped off his own clothes, revealing his taut, muscular body.

Amber's breath hitched as Asher's erection sprang free, long and thick and throbbing with need. He stepped closer to her, his hands skimming along her sides, her hips, before gripping her ass firmly. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined,"

he growled, his voice husky with desire.He bent his head and captured one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking and laving the peak with his tongue. Amber cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed closer, needing more of his touch. Asher switched to her other breast,

lavishing the same attention on it until it too was hard and aching.With a low moan, he straightened up and grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head. "I'm going to make you mine," he declared, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"Right here, right now."He positioned himself between her spread thighs, his tip rubbing against her slick, ready entrance. Amber bit her lip, anticipating the joining of their bodies.

With a swift, powerful thrust, Asher sheathed himself inside her, filling her completely.

Amber threw her head back, a loud cry escaping her lips as she felt him stretch and claim her.

Asher groaned in pleasure, his hips rocking against hers as he began to move, his strokes long and deep and relentless.

Asher set a brutal pace, his thick cock pounding into Amber's dripping core with abandon.

She met him thrust for thrust, her inner muscles clenching around him like a vice as he drove her higher and higher. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by their ragged gasps and moans.

Amber's mind fogged with lust, her vision blurring as she fixated on Asher's chiseled features. His eyes, wild and unfocused with pleasure,

locked onto hers, and she felt like she was drowning in their depths.

With a guttural grunt, he yanked her legs up over his shoulders, shifting the angle of their join to stroke her even more intensely. Amber's body bowed off the mattress,

her back arching as a scream tore from her throat. She was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion, when suddenly Asher stilled, his movements ceasing completely.

"Not yet," he rasped, his hot breath washing over her face. "I want you to watch me, to see me claim your face as mine." He withdrew from her entirely, leaving her empty and aching,

before turning her onto her stomach.