“Unwrap anything you’d like,” Zach said, shrugging out of his leather jacket and letting it fall to the floor. “I hope you like what’s inside the package.”
“I’m sure I will.” Asher leaned in while he continued unfastening the buttons, and nuzzled kisses along Zach’s stubbled jaw.
Zach let his head fall back and hummed, enjoying the contact. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed being touched. He rested his hands on Asher’s shoulders and closed his eyes.
“Mmmm…. Feels good.”
Asher nipped at Zach’s earlobe as he slid his hands beneath the folds of silk and caressed Zach’s skin, moving his warm hands slowly as if he wanted to take his time exploring Zach’s body. The touch of Asher’s teeth sent a jolt of pleasure through Zach, and he tightened his grip on Asher’s shoulders.
“I don’t mind a bit of roughness,” he murmured. “You don’t have to be gentle unless that’s what you want.”
Asher drew back and gave him a questioning look. “If we get a little rough, what are the limits?”
Zach opened his eyes and smiled as he slid his hands into Asher’s hair. “Well, I’d prefer no broken bones or stitches, but I can’t see that being your thing anyway. I trust you, Asher. I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”
“I don’t want to cause you any pain that isn’t pleasurable as well,” Asher replied, smoothing his hands along the length of Zach’s back. “What if I do something that leaves a mark, like biting?”
Zach shivered pleasurably, as much from the thought of Asher biting him as the caresses. “I’m good with that.” He knew he sounded breathless and probably overeager, but he couldn’t help it, not when one of his most erotic fantasies was of Asher leaving love bites all over his body. “I’d like it.”
Asher appeared taken aback for a moment, but then he gave a slow, pleased smile. “Okay, then.”
He eased the silk shirt off Zach’s shoulders and down his arms, and then he stepped back to look at Zach, an appreciative gleam in his eyes. “Someone spends time in the gym,” he said, trailing his fingertips along Zach’s taut stomach.
“A bit,” Zach admitted, giving silent thanks to Kevin and Erik for urging him to start working out. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I’ll like it better when I can see thewholepackage,” Asher replied with a smirk as he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Zach’s tight jeans, just enough to tease. “I can’t decide which I’m looking forward to more, licking and biting my way up these long legs of yours, or feeling them wrapped around me while I pound you through the mattress.”
The thought of Asher doing both those things was almost enough to make Zach spontaneously combust where he stood. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “I want both as soon as possible.”
“Then why don’t you peel off those jeans for me, so I can get started?” Asher swatted Zach’s ass playfully and took a step back, watching Zach with avid interest.
Even though he knew he looked good, Zach was blushing as he knelt to unlace his boots, his fingers trembling in his eagerness. Once his feet were bare, he stood up and unfastened the fly of his jeans, then stripped them off, until he stood clad only in the black silk boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how aroused he was.
“I’m surprised you could fit any underwear under those jeans.” Asher stroked Zach’s erection with the backs of his fingers. “Especially with this big boy wanting to be free.”
Zach’s cock twitched hard at the caress. Feeling emboldened by the approval in Asher’s gaze, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the boxer briefs and slowly removed them, making a little show of it, hoping he didn’t look ridiculous.
“Will I do?” he asked huskily.
“You will do very well indeed,” Asher replied, his pale eyes gleaming with desire as his gaze traveled up and down the length of Zach’s body at a leisurely pace. He gestured to the huge king bed, which was already turned back. “Get your delectable self on that bed and wait for me.”
Zach hurried to obey and found the smooth sheets cool against his heated skin. He lay back against the pillows, putting one arm behind his head and watching Asher.
“Please don’t make me wait long,” he said, licking his lips. “I want you so much.”
“I won’t,” Asher promised, already slipping off his loafers.
He undressed with swift efficiency, seeming more interested in joining Zach than in putting on a show, and Zach didn’t have to wait long for Asher to crawl onto the bed and cover him, their bodies aligning perfectly. Zach had dreamed of this happening, but the reality was so much better. Asher’s body was as gorgeous as his face, and the slide of Asher’s hard, warm body against his own felt incredible.
“Yes!” he gasped, wrapping his legs around Asher’s hips as he arched up, wanting even more contact between them. “Oh, God… feels so good….”
“Mm… yes.”
Asher nuzzled Zach’s neck and nibbled on his earlobe again. Zach heard him breathe out a long, slow sigh, and the weight of Asher’s body settled more heavily atop his as Asher rested his cheek against Zach’s shoulder. In this moment, the confident lawyer was gone, and the private man was relaxing in Zach’s arms. Zach had the feeling this was a side that Asher let few people see, and he caressed the smooth skin of Asher’s back, feeling honored at the sign of trust.
Asher shifted and skimmed one hand up so he could tease Zach’s nipple to a hard nub, but there was nothing rushed about it. He seemed more intent on exploring Zach’s responses than getting on with the fucking. Zach gasped, the sensation pleasurably intense.
“I like that,” he said, moving his hands upward. He ran them through Asher’s hair, sifting the silken strands between his fingers.
