I resisted the urge to give a smart-ass answer, to tell him he already had my mouth on him. Instead, I nodded and dippedback down to kiss his thighs again before taking his balls in my mouth, sucking each one gently in turn. Finally, I spread his legs apart, lifting each one to rest on my shoulders. As I did, Asher let out a sharp exhale and a whimper.
“Trust me?”
“I do.”
With that, I spread him open and stroked a finger over his hole. It twitched under my touch and he groaned. Slowly, I leaned in and replaced my finger with my tongue, dragging it along his entrance, teasing at the tight muscle.
“Holy shit.” He let out a quiet gasp.
“Is this okay?”
His reply was breathless and instant. “Yes. God, yes.”
With a quiet chuckle, I spread him further for me, diving in with my mouth, licking his hole eagerly before thrusting my tongue against the ring and working it inside him. I ate his ass until he became soft and pliant under my tongue, and then gently slid a finger inside, drawing a moan from him. When I could tell he was ready, I slid a second finger inside, licking and sucking around them, spreading them gently apart, opening him up for me.
After what felt like an eternity of torturing him, my own cock full and aching again already, I moved up and took Asher’s length in my mouth. He moaned loudly as I accompanied the sucking with the thrust of my fingers deep inside him. I knew when I hit the right spot because his sounds became deeper, more desperate, and he thrust into my mouth erratically, hitting the back of my throat.
I slowly fucked him with my fingers and sucked his cock until the sounds he was making pitched high, breathless and desperate again, before speeding up my thrusting and my sucking in time with one another.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I can’t—”
I sucked him relentlessly, pounding into him with my fingers. It was only seconds before he came, flooding my mouth with his release, and I swallowed it eagerly, working him until he was breathless and over-sensitive and spent.
With a self-satisfied grin, I pulled away and licked my lips, looking at Asher. “How was that?”
He laughed shakily. “Unbelievable. You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.”
“Practice makes perfect,” I said with a smirk. A moment later, I stood and hurried to clean up, bringing Asher a warm, damp washcloth when I returned.
He wiped himself down quickly and sat up on the couch, pulling his jeans back into place. I took my spot next to him and leaned against the couch, watching the show as if nothing unusual had happened. After a few minutes, he yawned deeply. “I think you fucked all the energy right out of me.”
“Don’t complain or I won’t do it again,” I said playfully, nudging him with my shoulder.
“Thatwouldbe a tragedy.” He was quiet for a moment. “Hey.”
When I looked over at him, his brow was furrowed. “Yeah?”
“Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight? Instead of the guest room, I mean.”
A slow grin spread over my face. “I’d like that.”
We made our way to the bedroom and got ready for bed. Instead of me retreating to the guest room for the night, I retrieved my pillow and crawled in next to him, on the side of his good arm. Asher wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in close, letting me tuck against his chest cozily.
“Can I ask you something?”
Asher hummed. “Go for it.”
“What do we do on Monday?”
“Monday?”
“At work, I mean. I assume you’re not wanting to tell people.”
He sighed softly and hesitated for a moment. “Yeah, not really. Is that okay?”
I looked up at him and nodded. “Of course it is. I don’t want to rush you into anything. Besides, we don’t know where this is going, right? No need to announce that we’re in a relationship if we… you know, aren’t.”
“Yeah,” he murmured again, sounding distant. “No need.” Another moment passed. “Are we? In a relationship, I mean?”
