The muscles under my exploration tensed before he tightened his fingers in my hair. Need flared. This physical connection between us swelled the emotional one, consumed, drowned me until I wanted every sense filled with him. Until I was utterly ruined and obsessed without him.
His soft musk in my lungs, his body heat warming palms and face, his elevating panting humming in my ears, his trembling chin dominating my vision, I leaned closer and with the flat of my tongue licked from balls to tip, thoroughly immersed.
Oh, fuck yeah.
Outside of my darkest fantasies, I’d never imagined this moment. My very first experience with a cock, hard, starving, and impatient for my attention, was much more integral than expected. I needed it, wanted it, craved it on my tongue. Like being born, I took my first breath and knew I’d never be able to live without it.
Then I engulfed him.
“Luke.” His knees buckled, but he caught himself. “Shit.”
This man. Fuck me, this man.
Hard lines and angles came alive under my hands. Long limbs, bones, and muscles flexed, twisted, and shuddered at my touch.
After the second time he swayed, nearly falling over, I pulled off him, slowly, with teasing licks to his tip.
Asher grinned when I stood. “Need you,” he said.
The call of his skin nearly drove me insane, so much of it available to me, for my gaze, my touch. Ineededa taste. Not just one. I licked along his shoulder, then kissed the hollow of his throat with my open mouth to inhale as much as savor.
“You have me,” I whispered with my lips at his ear. “All night. Tomorrow. All of the tomorrows. You have me.”
I turned, backing him to the bed until he got the hint and sat down before sliding backward to lie in the middle, draped across the white duvet. Like my prince, stretched and languid, he waited and watched.
A shaft of moonlight slashed harshly across his body, right over his heart. A sliver of white, a glimpse of how I once viewed my future. Never enough. Wanting. A minimum, a rarity, a tease. A lone embrace as if even the barest touch would satisfy the cravings too scarce to be named. Asher deserved so much more, but like a miracle, he gavememore, gave me everything.
“Thank you for choosing me. For wanting to be here.” After that dinner party, I wouldn’t have blamed him for wanting to go home, to leave me to my ill mood, but he didn’t. He wanted me.
With a shaking hand, Asher reached, implored—offeredme more than he’d ever know.
And like a man starved for affection, I snatched his gift, clutched it to my cheek, and closed my eyes for only a moment, giving fate a heartfelt thank-you.
Eyes boring into mine, assessing, like a challenge to see how much I could stand, if I could hold out against the weight of his demand, he skimmed his free hand down his chest, then wrapped long fingers around his base.
“Finish what you started, Flirt.”
I couldn’t deny the command, didn’t want to, really, and placed a knee on the bed, then my hands, and crawled over him to lap at his tip he held steady for me.
We hummed as one. So fucking good.
I took him to the throat on the first downward swoop. My gag reflex was surprising but minimal, and I swallowed around it, savoring everything about it. I was made for this. Moaning at theoverwhelming rightness, at my own hunger for more, I pushed my limits until he wiggled and raised his hips to meet me.
“Luke. God, you’re so good at that.”
And thank fuck for natural talent. I adjusted between his legs so I could hold his hip and toy with his balls. He was soaked. My saliva dripped low to his taint. I rubbed it in and farther back.
“Yes, do it,” he ordered, and I submitted. This night would see my simplest fantasies come true, and they would be with him.
He’s mine.
I worked my middle finger between his cheeks. Asher cried out when I pressed the sensitive spot hidden there.
“Luke. Fuck. I’m sorry.”
I popped off his length, then stilled. “What do you mean?”
He took a few deep breaths, chest rising and falling rapidly, as I prepared for the worst. He’d changed his mind. He’d come to his senses and realized I wasn’t worth the effort. He’d had enough. It’d been more than he was ready for. He—
