Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I’ve never actually had a boyfriend. I’ve dated, but never like this. Never with someone I find so consuming that my limits are breaking down fast. Never with someone I’ve even considered asking this question.
Asher’s fingers link through mine as I lead him toward the bed. It was torture to sit through that game and then clearing out the locker room, when all I could picture was fucking my boyfriend.
Bare.
Lips find the back of my neck as Asher reaches around for the button on my pants, but I stop him.
“Before you get too turned on, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”
“You’re an idiot if you think I’m not hard already.”
I laugh and separate from him before pushing him down on the bed. “That’ll help get some blood to your brain for a minute.”
He pouts, and it’s so damn sexy.
“Did you mean what you said yesterday? About getting tested.”
Asher’s lust-filled stare shoots to mine, and it’s clear he knows where I’m going with this. “Three weeks ago. After the whole condom issue …”
“I got the all clear at the end of summer. You’re the only one I’ve been with since.”
“You going to fuck me bare, Kole?”
I’ll take his taunting tone as a yes. I pull him up against me and slip his jacket from his shoulders as my lips find his ear. “I want you to feel every inch of me.”
“Yes …” He almost pops his buttons in his hurry to undo his shirt, and between the two of us, we have him stripped naked in under a minute. I step back and yank my shirt over my head, then push down my pants and briefs in one go. My dick is already standing at attention, but I take a moment to let myself drink him in. All that warm skin, stretched over lean muscle. Broad shoulders. A small amount of dark hair leading down into his trimmed pubes.
And that thick, mouthwatering cock.
“Lie back.”
Asher flops down into the middle of the bed, watching me the way I’m sure I’m watching him. The heated stare sends a thrill through me. The confidence his arousal gives me is addictive, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the high of making someone feel this way.
But knowing it’s Asher? That takes it to the next level.
I want to give him everything.
I want to make him come over and over, with zero care about getting off myself.
It’s why I love sucking him off so much. Driving him crazy is such a massive turn-on for me.
I climb onto the bed and crawl over until I’m straddling his chest. When I look down at him, there’s amusement mixed in with his lust, and it makes me smile.
“You’re going to suck my cock and get it good and wet so I don’t hurt you,” I tell him.
His head darts forward immediately to do just that, but I grab his hair and yank him back out of reach.
“And once you’re done … I’m going to do the same to your hole. Now open up.”
Asher’s mouth drops open, and I rub the head of my dick over his lips. It’s so hot watching someone as strong and usually standoffish as Asher, ready and waiting to take my cock.
I slowly slide into the wet heat of his mouth. He clamps down over me, tongue stroking the underside like he’s on a mission, but I force myself to keep the steady pace. Each thrust takes me deeper until I bump the back of his throat. “Come on, Asher, I know you want to let me in.”
He grunts and angles his head, and on the next thrust, I sink deep inside him. Holy fuck it feels so good. Asher locks eyes with me as my hips start to move faster, and if the grip I have on his hair is painful, he seems to be enjoying it. He hasn’t bitten my dick off, at least.
But shit, I’m about to get off if I keep this up. I tell myself one more thrust, just one more, but I can’t break his eye contact or make myself stop. It feels so good.
I close both hands over his head as I use his mouth.
Asher suddenly shoves my hips back so I pull out. “I swear if you come now instead of in my ass, I’m gonna be pissed.”
The sudden loss of his warm mouth brings me back down, and I zero in on Asher’s swollen lips. I crash my mouth against his and kiss him until I’m panting.
“Do you have any idea how hot you looked fucking my face?” he murmurs.
“It can’t have been anywhere near as hot as it felt doing it.” I break from his lips and press kisses to his nose, his forehead, his cheeks, his neck. Everything about him tastes so good. Tastes like my Asher. “Turn over.”