“Yes. Make me come.” I clenched my ass with aborted thrusts of my hips.
“Fuck, yeah. Get into it, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. Let go, sweetheart. Make a mess.”
I opened my eyes. Asher had his chin lowered, so close but not kissing me, just licking his lips and watching me like his favorite porn.
His hand was a blur of motion. The puffs of his breath fell across my face. The colder morning was cloudy, giving us shadows and sanctuary inside my tinted windows. Here we sat, fully clothed, enough of me bare for him to use, like teenagers.
“Come, Luke. I want to taste you on my fingers. Use your jizz as lube as I get off watching you sit there with your dick out for me.”
“Fuck. Christ. Mmmm,” I let loose. His dirty mouth would get me every time. The waves crashed in, and I lost the battle for composure, moaning and lifting my hips with every spurt of come.
“Hell yeah. God, I love watching you come.”
Asher knew just when to quit. I didn’t have to curl away with oversensitivity.
Sanity returned. I had raised my shirt away from the mess at some point and sat panting, back against the door, dick cold and softening in my lap. Asher unbuttoned and unzipped with one hand and licked a strip of come from his other.
Holy shit, he meant what he said.
His cock popped free, and then he wiped what was left of my load on his tip and shaft. “Stay just like that, baby.” Asher lubed himself with a few steady strokes. “Prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, hand moving faster.
I glanced at myself. I wasn’t so sure about pretty, not right now at least. Red, abused, glistening, and shrinking by the second. Asher, on the other hand. With his sexy tan, his own coloring was darker, nearly purple. Veins standing in relief against his onslaught. Cut like me, decent length, and a girth I wanted to choke on. Precome beaded at his tip and was quickly whisked away to join mine.
“Fuck, keep staring, Luke.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Too late. Fuck.” Asher tipped his head back, hitting the passenger window hard and groaning as his own load spurted high into the air, then a few more times over his stomach, and drizzling over his knuckles. “Shiiit.”
He heaved a slow, tired breath, then snickered. We sat with our dicks out, staring at each other as we held in our louder emotions.
“Got any napkins?” he asked.
“No.”
Asher carefully removed his hoodie, then his T-shirt, and used it to clean off. Instead of handing it to me to use, he leaned over and wiped me off himself, then tucked me into my pants. I had no words to explain the threatening tears. They were happy ones, maybe a little relieved, and in awe of the man who sat beside me, who’d guided me through to the end.
“I swear I hadn’t come here expecting that,” he said. I blinked, waiting, hoping he’d continue, that he hadn’t regretted it.
Asher kissed me. “You’re just so irresistible.”
Heat bloomed in my face, and I lowered my chin. “Maybe next time, we can do this out of the public eye.”
“No promises.” He sat back, dropped his T-shirt on the floorboard, and pulled his hoodie over his head. “You just give me this look, and I know what you need,” he added, stuffing his arms into the sleeves.
“I do not. What look?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. This thing with your eyes and lips.”
“What? Smile?”
After a silent pause, we both laughed.
“Maybe.” Asher clawed through his hair. “Shit, maybe that’s all it takes.”
