“I’m close. Wanted … to last, but … not happenin’.”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, brushed my relieved smile over his inner thigh, and then kissed the silky spot. “Come, then,” I said, hugging his leg. “Show me how well I’ve been for you.”
Asher raised to one elbow and clutched a fistful of my hair in his hand, directing me to his cock. “Yes, baby. You’ve been such a good boy. Now, finish me off. Make me come.”
I whimpered, not proud of the sound, but not overly concerned either. In the years of repressing my needs, I’d never once considered what role I might play in this. Would I be in control or out of it? Would I be the one to command or submit?
Lowering to him, gladly, and giving him what he wanted, enthusiastically, I took him again, sinking until I choked and pushing on his tight, hot hole until he moaned. His body sucked me in and suffocated me, yet tethered me gently. The contradictions kept me dizzy.
“Luke,” he shouted and exploded with praises filling the air. “Luke, mmmm, oh God.” He shivered and pumped a few more shots of come in my mouth.
When he was spent and liquid in my hands, I pulled back, releasing him to crawl over his stomach. I jerked myself hard and fast, leaning over and bracing with one hand near his head.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he slurred. “Come on me, Luke. Claim me.”
I did. With a deep groan, my balls emptied, sending mesmerizing white stripes onto his skin. “Mmm, yeah,” I moaned, then panted as the high mellowed into bone-deep satisfaction. I sat on my heels, lazily appreciating everything about this moment.
For the first time in my life, at thirty-four years old, I had a man in my bed. In past dreams, I figured this day would never come. Yet meeting Asher had made it all the most natural thing, an unavoidable part of my future.
I lifted his leg and kissed the inside of his calf. “I’m gonna shower, but I’ll get you cleaned up first.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, eyes closed, arms loose over his head.
I lowered his leg and jumped from the bed, strangely energized from the orgasm instead of my normal sedation. I got the showering going, then wet a cloth and took it to Asher. He watched me approach with a smile.
“Feelin’ good?” he asked.
I nodded, a pleased grin curling my lips. Once I’d wiped him clean, I kissed his damp chest, then returned to the bathroom.
Steam cleared my head, and the hot pressure of the water relaxed my muscles. What would happen now? Would this night prove our firsts for everything?
Playing with Asher’s ass had been natural, instinctual, and cranked my desires to full throttle, but also set a desire within. I—wanted the same. With an excessively lathered hand, I slippedinto my crease. Thoughts of shame rose as usual, which I automatically tamped down with excuses. I needed to clean, didn’t I? This was all a part of good hygiene, wasn’t it?
Not this time.
I arched into the touch, pushed harder, teased the furled skin longer. My dick gave a hearty kick, plumping faster than normal. Refractory what? Jesus, fuck, I was seventeen again and ready for another round.
With a giddy but silent chuckle, I finished, rinsing the suds but not the yearnings.
When I emerged, hair wet but body dry, Asher was standing next to the bed with his hands on his hips. I came up behind him, my revitalized dick brushing his perky ass as I curled around his back.
“I don’t understand all of these layers,” he said as he considered the bed.
I snickered and rested my forehead on his shoulder.
“What?” he asked with his own laugh.
“Nothing. I just love how honest you are. You don’t pretend with me. You don’t care about showing your limits.”
“Why would I? How am I supposed to figure it out if I don’t ask about things?”
“Why, indeed.”
I moved around him and pulled the duvet off. “This usually ends up on the floor.”
“Then why have it?”
“Aesthetics?”
