To make lunch (Emma POV)

“…let me make lunch for the two of you.” Asher states, walking over to the kitchen. “I can make something simple with the stuff currently out.”

“Thanks man!” John grins, sitting down next to the table he made.

The one he made while I was busy making out with Asher…

A surge of shame washes through me. But still, I can’t help but melt as I remember what Asher was doing to me.

God, I’m still wet…

I glance over at Asher, biting my lip.

I shouldn’t. I should be sitting with John. My boyfriend.

“Would you like some help?” I softly ask after building up the courage.

Asher glances back at me, a smile on his face. A very knowing one. “Sure.” It feels like he can see through me.

I walk over to Asher, joining him behind the kitchen. He starts telling me what to do and we start to make lunch. But I’m too aware of all the brushes against each other our bodies make in the small kitchen area.

It’s crowded. His hand keeps touching mine, his body against mine. Small little brushes that make me go crazy.

“You’re so beautiful, Emma.” Asher whispers in my ear from behind me as I’m trying to work. “I’m getting distracted.”

I let out a little giggle in response. “Hush you.” I whisper back.

I turn away, trying to hide my face that quickly started to burn. As I lean over the counter to grab something I suddenly feel something hard against my butt.

“Eep!” I squeak out in surprise. I glance back, seeing Asher leaning against the other side of the kitchen.

And as I look down…

Oh my god.

He has a boner in his pants. And it is rubbing against my ass. And it is…

Fuck, that’s big. Are they usually supposed to be that big? I haven’t seen many. I’ve seen John’s bulge before, but never the full thing. But even then…

It wasn’t that big.

My face reddened as Asher started to rub himself against me. I bit my lip, already starting to enjoy feeling his cock through the clothing.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

I’m getting so wet, fuck…

I glanced back at John who wasn’t paying attention at all. Even though his girlfriend was getting grinded on in the kitchen.

He really should notice. He should put a stop to this. But since he isn’t…it’s okay to indulge a little bit more, isn’t it?

I started to move myself with him, rubbing my butt against his clothed dick. He seemed to enjoy the feeling, sending me a smirk that sent butterflies fluttering all in my stomach.

We continued this for a little while, slowly starting to get more and more quicker until suddenly Asher put his hands on my hips, pushing my butt away.

“Let’s finish lunch before he notices.” He whispers in my ear, turning to go back to work.

…what?

You…you’re really going to stop there?

No, no, that’s a good thing…

I rubbed my legs together agonizingly.

That’s a good thing…

We had lunch, then separated for John to go to the apartment while Asher and I headed to work. But contrary to my thoughts, nothing ended up happening.

I was agonizing way more over it than I really should have.

The next few days he only got real close a few times, but never did anything major. And I was already craving to feel his lips on mine again. Even though it should be over.

And then it was when the weekend hit that I got a message from Asher.

His living room is finished, and he’s inviting us over.

My heart raced.