“I need your come.” I gripped his shoulders to force him to look at me. His pupils were blown, their glittery black depths as deep as this thing between us. “Please. I need you losing your mind for me. I have to know you’re falling apart like I am.”
Luke smiled. It came on slowly, hungrily. “Oh, my little playboy, I’m barely holding it together.”
“Show me, old man.”
He reached for the lube, then knelt between my legs. “Has this body missed me?” he asked and circled my cockhead with a dripping fingertip.
I nodded, then hissed when he reached behind himself. “Nuh-uh, baby.”
Luke bit his lip, lashes lowering in submission, then moved to lie beside me, ass in the air. “Like this? You want to watch?”
I nodded, getting to my knees as he sank one finger all the way in.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Mmm.” Luke pushed in a few times, then added a finger. “Yes, fuck.”
“You’re doing so well. Want me to take over?”
He nodded and withdrew. I had my fingers lubed, dripping more between his cheeks, and pressing inside in about ten seconds.
“Oh God. Shit, you’re so tight.”
Shivers raced along his spine. “More. I’m ready.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I pulled free, lubed my dripping cock, and lined up.
“Promise me tomorrow. That’s all I want, an eternity of tomorrows.”
I pushed against him. “Tomorrow, you’ll be in my arms when you wake up. And the next tomorrow, and the next. Every single tomorrow I have is yours. Now, let me in.”
He inhaled, expanding his ribs, and did just that. “Yes, fuck.” Luke groaned as I sank deeper. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for giving me this, giving me you.”
Curving over his back, I kissed behind his heart, buried under muscle and bone, deep inside him where I was, where I would be forever.
When skin slapped on skin, in as deep as I could go, I nipped his side and grinned. “Want me to wreck this hole? You want to be sore?”
“Mmmph, yes, God, please.”
I pulled out and slammed in. “Like that?”
“Asher,” he breathed.
“Ah, fuck. Say it again.”
“Asher!” Luke shouted.
I’d never tire of hearing this man call my name.Asher. No one else.
And as promised, the first of many I intended to keep, Luke woke in my arms, both of us greeting the new day with a smile.
Itwasafterlunchwhen we got out of bed. Asher tried to get me to shower with him, but if I had, we’d never make it downstairs to eat. I was making a list of things I would need this week if Asher truly wanted to stay with me when he came downstairs wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of sweats.
“Now that we aren’t naked and needy”—I winked at him—“are you staying here?”
He sat on a barstool and leaned heavily on the counter. “Is that cool with you? I don’t want to cramp your style.” He glanced around and grinned. “This snooty-britches bachelor pad must go over well with all the dates you bring home.”
“Yes, yes. I change the code to my security system often to keep them from returning.”
