He laughed and dodged my attempts to grab him. “Or the time I catfished this guy while dressed like a girl?”
Asher skirted a bench, darting opposite me when I growled and chased him around one side.
“What about when I ate his ass out in the moonlight?”
I stopped. “Huh?”
Asher grinned. “Oh, right. That hasn’t happened yet.”
My cock twitched. It’d been a long time since my physical reaction hadn’t been under my complete control. Though being under his wasn’t so bad.
“Run.”
Asher widened his eyes, spun on his heels, and took off. I dashed after him. He must’ve heard my boots getting closer because he shrieked and faked to one side, then darted the other way. I caught him, though. In seconds, I’d turned him and thrown him over my shoulder.
“Fuck me, where were you hiding these muscles?”
“How’s this for an old dude?”
Asher laughed and swatted my ass. “You sure your back can take it?”
I smacked his even harder, then slid him down my body until he was on his feet again. “Don’t worry about what I can take.” I tugged him closer with a grip on his ass so that my middle fingerhugged him between his cheeks. I kept walking, backing him up one tiny shuffle at a time.
He chewed his lower lip and stared at me from under his dark lashes. The cool morning and the impromptu run had his cheeks pink, but they darkened.
“Do you want that, Luke?” Before I could ask for clarification, he was bold enough to spell it out. “Do you want me fucking you with my mouth, my fingers, my dick? Or do you want to split me open? Come inside me and make me beg for more?”
No one was around us. The curve of the path offered even more privacy among the bare trees and few evergreens. The isolation gave me the freedom to say things I never had before.
“Yes, Asher. I want it all. I may not have done any of it, but not because I didn’t want to. Fucking, rimming, all of it. I want to taste you. I want you bent over my bed and in my shower. I want to feast on you across my table. I want to unwind between your legs before I lose my mind with you between mine.”
“Oh sh-shit,” he whispered.
“I like you bold, Asher. I like you telling me what you want. Do you like it from me?”
He licked his lips, and I traced the path with my tongue.
Asher nodded. “Yes. Fuck, yes. You’re so hot, all buttoned up and stuffy. Then you show me the animal underneath, and I lose my fuckin’ shit.” He chuckled, then curled into me, shaking. “Jesus, Luke, I can’t even …”
I smiled and grabbed his hand to kiss it gently. “Don’t be shy now, Playboy.”
His laugh turned breathless. “The fuck I am. This isn’t shy. This is me tryin’ like hell not to drop to my knees right here and lick between that slutty crease in your tight ass.” He reached under my coat, grabbed a handful of said tight ass, and squeezed. “These snooty britches unravel me like a dirty whore, and I’m so fuckin’ here for it.”
“Dirty whore, huh?” I rubbed my hips into his, but with the layers of coats, sweaters, and pants, the friction was minimal and frustrating. “You were the one wearing something black and lacey.”
“Yeah, I owned that shit.” He shrugged. “I liked it. A little secret no one knew about untilyoustuck your hand down the back of my pants.”
I nodded. “Okay, fair, I’m a whore for you too. I’ll own that shit.”
Asher snickered at my faked mimic of his accent. “You almost got it right, preppy boy.”
A distant cough reminded us where we were, and we sprang apart. No one was near; the sound must’ve traveled, but we resumed our walk, adjusting ourselves as we went. Jesus, he could hypnotize me with his mouth. This time, I supposed we’d worked each other into a frenzy.
As much as I wanted to act on my words, lay him out on every surface in my home, how would I get him there? How would I sneak a man past my doorman and neighbors? Reality was a much-needed dose of cold water.
“I’m glad you brought up the panties, actually.”
“Oh? What’s in that crazy mind of yours now?”
