“I likethat,” Asher replied, leaning into the touch. He bent his head so he could fasten his teeth on Zach’s nipple, tugging lightly at first, then harder as if testing to see how Zach responded.
Zach tightened his legs around Asher’s hips and groaned. “More!” he begged. “Please, Asher, I need more!”
“More what?” Asher lifted his head and smiled mischievously. “I need some guidance here.”
“More of you,” Zach replied. “More of your touch, your lips and your tongue and your teeth on my body. I want you to leave your mark all over me.”
Asher slid down and positioned himself between Zach’s legs. “Why don’t I start here?” He lifted Zach’s left leg and began nuzzling, kissing, and biting his way back up. He paused to give the back of Zach’s knee special attention, laving it with his tongue.
No one had ever taken the time to explore and drive Zach mad with desire before. “Yes, oh, yes,” he breathed, every inch of his skin coming to life at Asher’s attentions. “I like it. Ineedit.”
Asher nuzzled his cheek against Zach’s inner thigh—and then he bit down, sucking hard enough that Zach would definitely have a mark.
Zach felt the sensation from his head to his toes, and he struggled to keep from coming then and there. “You’re going to kill me, but by God, I’ll die happy.”
He felt Asher’s chuckle against his skin rather than heard it, and Asher swiped his tongue along the bite mark as if to soothe it. “What should I pay attention to now?” he asked, widening his eyes innocently at Zach.
“Anything you like,” Zach replied, running his fingers across Asher’s lips. “I want to pay attention to you too. I want to taste you.”
Asher nipped lightly at Zach’s fingers. “What would you like to taste? I doubt I’ll mind serving it up.”
“Everything,” Zach replied, unable to resist giving voice to his fantasies, to every dream he’d had about Asher over the last six months. “I want to taste your lips as you moan in pleasure. I want to taste the skin of your throat, feeling your pulse beneath my lips. I want to taste your nipples and dip my tongue in your navel. And most of all I want to take your cock in my mouth and taste your desire for me.”
Asher went still, and his eyes widened as he gazed up at Zach. They were at a turning point somehow, and Zach wasn’t sure which way it was going to go—until Asher rolled away. He propped himself up against the pillows and held out his arms to Zach.
“Come here,” he said, more of a request than a command. “I’ll let you play however you want.”
Zach was startled, but then he hurried into Asher’s embrace. He straddled Asher’s hips and circled Asher’s nipples with his thumbs. He couldn’t believe Asher was giving him control, but he wasn’t foolish enough to turn down the opportunity.
Leaning down, he pressed a reverent kiss to Asher’s lips. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” he whispered, then kissed Asher again, skimming his tongue over Asher’s lips.
Asher wound one arm around Zach’s waist and clamped the other on the back of Zach’s head as he parted his lips, giving permission for Zach to explore. With a hungry moan, Zach took the invitation, wanting to learn how Asher liked to be kissed, wanting to make him moan. He twined his tongue with Asher’s, holding back nothing of his desire. Asher’s lips were more pliant this time, his mouth more giving as he let Zach control the kiss, and when he moaned at last, it was a soft, almost involuntary sound. It was like music to Zach’s ears, and he growled low in his throat before pulling back with a little nip of Asher’s lower lip. Asher sifted his fingers through Zach’s hair in a tender caress.
“Keep that up, and you won’t get to taste much more before I have you on your back again,” Asher said.
“Well, then, I’ll just be hungering for more, won’t I?” Zach pressed his lips against Asher’s throat. He placed a tender kiss just beneath Asher’s ear, then began to nibble his way downward.
“I think we both might,” Asher murmured, his tone thoughtful.
Zach inched back as he mapped kisses over the skin of Asher’s chest. “Other men cloy the appetites they feed,” he murmured as he moved lower, the line from Shakespeare spilling from his lips. He dipped his tongue into Asher’s navel, then glanced up. “But he makes hungry where most he satisfies.”
With that, he lowered his head and engulfed Asher’s hard cock in the heat of his mouth. Asher let out a ragged cry, and for the first time, Zach thought he had a good shot at making cool, calm Asher Caldwell lose his formidable control. It was a heady feeling, and Zach wanted to make sure that, no matter what happened, Asher never forgot this night.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of Asher’s cock, then proceeded to do his best to drive Asher out of his mind, bringing him close to the edge, then slowing down to draw out the pleasure. Asher tasted musky and spicy and salty with desire, and Zach had the feeling this one taste wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy him.
“Enough!” Asher grabbed Zach’s shoulders, his breathing harsh and erratic. His skin was dappled with sweat, and his eyes burned with need. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want you on your back right now.”
Breathless, Zach rolled to one side and held out his arms. “Anything you want. Anything.”
Asher sat up and knelt between Zach’s legs. Leaning over, he picked up a bottle of lube from the nightstand and popped the cap. “Let’s get you good and ready for me,” he said as he coated his fingers generously. He eased one finger into Zach, watching him closely. “All right?”
Even though it had been a long time since anyone had fucked him, Zach’s body was thrumming with need, and he relished the feeling of Asher’s finger inside him, the burn of being stretched adding to his arousal.
“Yes,” he breathed, caressing Asher’s cheek. “Good. Really good.”
Asher smiled and stroked Zach’s stomach with his free hand as he added a second finger, scissoring them slowly. “Good. Tell me if it hurts or we need to slow down.”
“Oh, God, please don’t slow down,” Zach begged. “I think I’d die.”
