“Ah, fuckin’ hell, you’re hot.” I was good at reading him, but I sure didn’t mind him showing me what he wanted.
I got his pants completely undone, and the weight of them crashed to the floor. His boxer briefs covered my prize, and I hooked both hands in them but didn’t lower them. Holding his heated stare, I mouthed over his tip, sucking at the already damp material.
“You’ve made a mess,” I said, lips pressed to him.
Luke dropped his chin to his chest. “That’s, that’s so good. That’s, oh fuck, it’s everything.”
“Damn right it is, and I’ll keep givin’ you everything if you’ll let me.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Mmm, I love it when you beg. And since you’re being so good …” I gave in and pulled his boxers to his thighs. His thick, veined cock sprang free, eager and flushed an anxious red.
Saliva pooled, and I licked my lips, smacking them impatiently. “I’m not sure if I’ll be any good at this,” I confessed. “But I’m gonna sure as fuck try.”
“I’m so turned on, I’m gonna blow embarrassingly easy.”
I smirked. “Kind of perfect, then.”
His balls were drawn in tightly, lending credit to his words. I buried my face in him, inhaling his natural musk with hints of soap, filling my lungs to the brim, then licked from sac to tip.
Oh damn, his taste. Salty and warm. How the hell didwarmhave a taste?
Luke groaned, low and needy. “Yes, Ash. More.”
Precome dotted his slit. I swiped the drop, loving the tangy flavor, and let it linger on my tongue. He whimpered again when I teased the sweet spot beneath his head, and then I sucked him into my mouth.
His girth was impressive. His whole size was impressive. It’d take me a few attempts to get used to it, but I did my best. I got him slippery and shuttled his base as I took as much as I dared, working in tandem, which was not as easy as they made it look in porn.
I was concentrating and distracted all at once. This was everything I wanted it to be and solidified what I’d suspected since the first time I understood my attraction to guys: I loved cock. Craved it. I wanted to hold his cock in my mouth just for the hell of it, the weight of it, the filling sensation of it. I hummed and moaned. I fluttered my eyelids in a mass effort to keep them open and fight the desire to let them roll.
Then his tip hit the back of my throat.
The gag made all thoughts flee except for one: the undeniable thirst for the thick warmth. I wanted more. I wanted it all. Iwanted to choke on him. And I did it again and again, instantly in love with the burn and the tears it brought to my eyes. The pulse of his barely restrained orgasm was a comfort, as if I were always meant to find myself here, like an old friend, a relief that this overwhelming pleasure had found its way to me.
“Asher,” Luke breathed.
I hummed and sucked for all I was worth. Luke moved his hips as if he wanted to do more but couldn’t make up his mind about it.
I popped off his cock and said, “This won’t be the only time, so come for me. Be selfish. Be greedy. Use me. Choke me,” I commanded.
He gripped himself to feed me his cock. “Who said you could talk?”
“Mmm,” was all I could say as he filled my mouth again.
“You like it.” Not a question. So fuckingnota question because this Luke, this version who I chose to believe was the real him, was self-possessed, dirty as fuck, andmine.
I hummed again, louder, longer, bolder, his confidence bleeding into me. I fumbled my hand down my pants. This was hot as fuck. It wouldn’t take me much either. A few good tugs, and I’d be done.
“You look so good on your knees. Show me those pretty eyes.”
I trembled with his words, feeling them from head to toe, from mouth to balls. I opened them as he demanded and lifted them to his.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Ah, yes.” He gasped. “Gonna come.”
Groaning and gripping his hip so he wouldn’t try to back off, I took him as deep as I could, begging him to give it to me.
He did.
