~ Zoie's POV ~
"Ooh! It's happening!"
Jo and Nic clapped their hands in excitement. They and Zoie were watching on the sidelines as Asher was talking to Mikayla. Zoie was standing there with her eyes glued to Asher's back and a glass of peach martini in her hand. It had been ten minutes since the two of them started talking. They seemed to be having a good time. Zoie can't really see Asher's face, but she saw Mikayla's. Her eyes were brimming with excitement as she was talking to him. And maybe Asher had said something funny because she started giggling.
Ugh! I just wanna punch her!
Zoie groaned internally and slurped her martini harder. It was one thing to tell Asher to talk to some girl, but it was another thing to witness it. It was like a car wreck she couldn't look away from. And worst of all, she had to pretend like she was happy about it.
"She's laughing a lot, that's a good sign," Jo commented.
Mikayla was giggling so hard. She even smacked Asher's arm playfully.
"Aw, they look cute together, don't they?" Nic added.
"Uh-huh," Zoie said as she slammed the drink in her hand, chugging the whole content of the glass.
What could possibly be so damn funny over there?!
After she stopped giggling, Mikayla then took Asher's hand and led him to the middle of the dance floor. He didn't refuse her or anything. She started dancing and gyrating her body all over him. Zoie still couldn't see Asher's face, but his body didn't seem to mind.
"Oh my God, we're such great cupids!" Jo fanned her cheeks with her hand.
"Imagine if they ever get married, their kids will be, like, so cute!" Nic agreed.
Kids?!
"I'm gonna use the restroom!" Zoie announced suddenly, unable to stand there any longer.
"Want us to come with you?" Nic asked.
"No, just hold this for me, thanks," Zoie gave her the empty glass and scurried away.
Maybe it was the peach martini or maybe it was hearing her friends talk about Asher having kids with some other girl, but Zoie felt like vomiting. She raced to the nearest restroom as fast as she could. But once she reached one of the empty stalls, she tried to vomit, but nothing was coming out.
Ugh! This is the worst!
Zoie tried again, making all kinds of noises to push the vomit out. She felt queasy, but still nothing. After kneeling in front of the toilet bowl for three more minutes, she finally gave up. She flushed the empty toilet bowl and stood up. She wiped her mouth with some toilet paper and opened the stall door. To her absolute surprise, Karli was standing at one of the sinks.
Zoie stopped in her tracks for a moment, totally caught off guard. Their eyes met through the mirror in front of them. Karli looked at Zoie's reflection up and down and scoffed mockingly. She finished washing her hands and fixing her hair. Then as she passed Zoie on her way out the door, she muttered, "Ugh, so gross,"
Zoie just stayed silent. If this was any other day, she'd have no problem pulling Karli by the hair and slapping the girl silly. But right now, she had no energy for that. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw how her hair and make up got all messed up.
I really am... gross.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Zoie washed her hand and washed the smudged make up on her lips and cheeks. She tried her best to fix it, but her heart already felt defeated. This was her first and worst Valentine's Day experience ever. She got all dressed up and hopeful only to watch the love of her life dance with some other girl, forever pining on the sidelines.
What's the point of even looking good now?!
With a dejected sigh, Zoie turned off the faucet and dried her hands. It was only 9.30 PM and it was going to be a long night. Zoie figured the best course of action was to stay away from the dance floor for as long as she could. Maybe if she didn't have to see Asher altogether, she wouldn't be so upset. But as soon as Zoie stepped out of the restroom, her plan went down the drain. Asher was already standing in front of the door. Seemingly waiting for her.
"Hey," he said, narrowing his eyes to study her face. "Are you okay?"
Zoie quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact as she muttered, "Yup,"
"Zoie-"
Zoie scurried away to walk past Asher, but he quickly grabbed her hand.
"Let me go, Ash," she ordered.
"Why?" he questioned her again.
"Just go back and finish your dance!" Zoie didn't mean to yell, but she did. She quickly looked around to see if anyone saw that. Luckily, there was no one around.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked. "You're the one who told me to go out there,"
"I know, which is why I feel extra stupid!" she groaned and pulled her hand back. "Why'd you even listen to me?"
Zoie glared at Asher and her eyes turned glassy. Her voice was cracking. She didn't mean to cry in front of him but it was happening out of her control. Meanwhile, Asher could only stand there in bewilderment.
"You must think I'm really stupid, right?" she croaked again.
Asher shook his head in response. He tilted his head to the side. His deep hazel eyes softened as he looked at her.
"No, Zoie. I don't,"
"But I am!" she interjected. "I told you to go dance with her and now I'm mad at you for it!"
Asher let out a sigh. Zoie's chest was heaving up and down. She felt so stupid and pathetic. How could this night get even worse?
"Sweet girl," he said softly, his hand reaching out to grip her chin. "You know I don't wanna be dancing with anyone else but you,"
Sweet girl...
Every time he said that nickname for her, her heart always melted to the ground. Zoie couldn't contain it anymore. Tears began rolling down her face and she pulled away quickly, wiping the tears with her hands, hoping that Asher didn't see it.
"Zoie? Why are you crying?"
Too late. He clearly saw that.
"Because!" she sighed in exasperation. "I wanna kiss you, and dance with you, and hold your hand, but I can't do any of that here!"
The tears falling from Zoie's face were uncontrollable. Her chest was heaving up and down, but Asher still looked calm. He took a step closer and his hand reached for her face again.
"Who says that you can't?" he said with his head cocked to the side.
"Ash," she warned.
"This is our life, baby. We can do whatever we want,"
Asher leaned his forehead on top of hers. His deep hazel eyes were burning bright. Zoie looked up and her whole body trembled in fear and excitement all rolled into one. Asher saw that look in her eye and he smiled reassuringly. Holding her cheek with his hand, he tilted her face and leaned closer, claiming her lips with his.
Despite her brain fighting back, Zoie closed her eyes and let the softness of his lips coax her. His kiss was gentle and tender at first, but slowly turned deeper and harder. His hand dug into her hair and she linked her arms around his neck. They kissed each other like two people who hadn't kissed in years. Hungry and passionate. They only pulled away when they were finally out of breath.
"Screw this," he said through labored breaths. "Let's ditch this stupid thing and go,"
"But..." Zoie looked from side to side. "What if they're looking for us?"
"It's none of their goddamn business,"
"But-"
"No more buts," Asher cut her off, grabbing her hand firmly. "I'll tie you up and carry you home if I have to,"
"A-Asher!"
Not giving her a chance to escape, Asher grabbed her entire body and carried her up with ease. Zoie kept hissing and protesting, but he was unfazed. He just kept walking through the back and toward the parking lot. Luckily, there wasn't anyone around so no one could've seen them. Except... for a split second, Zoie thought she saw a pair of little red devil horns hiding in the bushes. She blinked to see it again, but there was nothing there. So maybe they were alone after all.
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As soon as Zoie and Asher got back to the apartment, all hell broke loose. Asher pinned her back against the door as he closed the distance between them, his lips aiming for her neck. Zoie responded by locking her arms around his neck and her feet curled around his waist. With ease, Asher was holding her entire body weight. He didn't even flinch.
Dang, he's really strong!
As if he knew what she was thinking, Asher held onto her with both hands and carried her into the bedroom. His bedroom. Not breaking his kiss on the sweet spot of her neck, Asher laid her down gently on his bed. Zoie's legs were still locked around his waist and her fingers began to unbutton his costume. Once his top was off, she had complete access to his body and her fingers roamed expressively. Asher groaned and his body stiffened at her touch. She could feel his hard bulge pressing down against her and her body squirmed in response.
Asher's hands went to the hem of her red dress and he started pushing it up. The dress circled in a bunch around her stomach, revealing the black fishnet stocking she was wearing underneath. Zoie wasn't wearing any underwear too, so everything was exposed to him underneath the stockings.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Ash," she said seductively.
"Oh fúck me," he swallowed hard at the sight before him. For a second there, he just stared at her with his jaw wide open. He was completely floored.
Zoie laughed merrily and said, "Don't mind if I do,"
Using all her strength, she pushed him down on the bed with both hands and climbed on top of him. Her hands swiftly worked to unzip his pants and set his semi-erect manhood free. Asher let out a sharp gasp when her mouth started trailing kisses from his stomach down to his length.
"Oh fúck," he hissed as her tongue found the head of his length and her hand held onto his base. "Fúck, fúck, fúck,"
Looking at Asher's response, Zoie became extra confident. Her lips worked smoothly and gracefully as she took the tip of his length and swirled her tongue around it. He was growing harder and harder and she felt more confident than ever. With her hands massaging his base, she took his length into her mouth as far as she could until the tip hit the back of her throat. Asher was big. No, he was huge. She had pushed him all the way to the back of her throat and she wasn't even halfway through.
"Fúck!" he cursed again as her warm saliva covered the top of his length and it trickled down his shaft.
Ignoring his grunts and groans, Zoie continued working with her hand and tongue. Stroking his entire length with her hand, she was giggling to herself at how her hands could barely enclose his girth. Asher was looking down at her and his eyes showed signs of admiration and fascination. Her tongue was snaking and coiling around him, rippling over his flesh, teasing him and bringing him to the hard trembling edge of coming.
"Zoie, stop!" he said suddenly and pulled away.
"Wha-?" Before she could realize what was happening, Asher flipped her over so that she was lying on her back. He climbed on top of her and pulled out a metallic and leather thing from the bedside table. They were handcuffs.
"Handcuffs?" she glared at him.
"I told you the fun doesn't have to stop at the playroom," Asher locked her wrists over her head to the headboard and he smirked at her. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweet girl,"
Zoie didn't even have a chance to react. In one fell swoop, his mouth landed on her skin again. He started trailing kisses from her chest down to her stomach.
"Oh...!" She shuddered and whimpered in response. Asher's mouth was finding it was down to her lady parts, and he continued kissing her skin through the gaps of the fishnet stocking.
When his lips landed on her clit, Zoie felt a hot sensation building in her stomach. She bucked my hips up to give him better access and he responded by deepening the kiss. Slowly, his fingers snaked underneath the net and he began rubbing her entrance as his lips never stopped their assault on her sensitive bud.
"Oh my god! Yes! That feels so good!"
Zoie was reduced to a moaning mess as the sensation took over her entire body. And when he slipped his finger inside and curled it to hit her g-spot, Zoie lost it then and there. She clenched and cried as her orgasm took over. Asher responded by murmuring incoherently and continued kissing and rubbing her. She was coming so hard, streams of her wet juices hit Asher in the face, but he didn't seem to mind. He licked and lapped and sucked her dry.
When Asher suddenly pulled his finger away, Zoie immediately felt empty and she was squirming for more of his touch. He responded by covering his length with her juices in his hand and he guided himself to her entrance.
"Yes, Ash, please," she begged and pushed herself towards him shamefully.
Asher sucked in a deep breath as he pushed himself into her core. When she felt his huge length pushing her walls aside and penetrating her deeper and deeper, my stomach felt like it was about to be split in two.
"Oh, God!" she panted and her eyes rolled back.
"Shit! You're so tight!"
It took her a moment to finally adjust to him. Thankfully, Asher was patient. Once he felt that her walls were relaxing around him, he began moving in slow long strokes. Zoie looked down and saw how he was entering her through the gaps of her fishnet stocking and boy oh boy, it was quite a sight to see.
With her hands tied up like this, Zoie couldn't do anything but surrender. Asher was pulling away completely and entering her again and again, and with each thrust, he was hitting her g-spot over and over. It was too much for Zoie to handle and before she could say anything else, another wave of orgasm carried her away. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as she let the wave of euphoria take over her. Her body clenched and convulsed and she could feel Asher's length throbbing inside her, aching for his own release. He was holding back his grunts and groans, and his eyes were closed shut as he was enjoying this moment between them. Milking every last drop of her.
When Zoie finally came down from her high, Asher resumed his thrusts and his moves grew faster and more frantic. His mouth went back to her neck and her hands were palming her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze and it made Zoie feel every thrust even more. Zoie could only bite on her bottom lip to suppress the moans from taking over. Her slick walls were throbbing with the racing beat of her heart. And when Asher put a finger to the entrance of her back hole, she felt another sharp tingling exploding in her stomach.
What is this?! Why am I like this?!
"Just relax," Asher said as if he could read her mind.
Zoie relaxed herself and completely surrendered. She trusted him wholeheartedly, no matter what he was doing back there.
"Tell me how you feel," he instructed. Zoie felt a finger slowly penetrating her back hole.
"Ahh," she flinched a little. "It hurts, but..."
"But what?"
"It feels good," she admitted.
Asher let out a smirk. He pushed the finger slightly deeper and Zoie's eyes rolled to the back of her head. His thrusts combined with the finger in her back hole made her feel full. Full and on the edge of exploding again. And just like that, she erupted into a stream of euphoria. It was an eruption so great and so sweet, she couldn't do anything but smile.
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