Chapter 40 Asher #2
I close my lips around his thick, swollen head and slowly pull him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
And still I need more. I draw in a deep breath like a diver heading into the sea then hollow my cheeks and swallow him.
Choking on him. Tonguing the veiny underside of his cock.
Causing him to twitch and shudder beneath my mouth.
His moans fuel my hunger. His cobalt eyes reflect my own raw need.
This is my heaven.
This is all I need.
I want to leave him spent.
Wrecked.
Begging for more.
I pull up then slam back, each thrust taking him deeper until his crown feels like it’s ready to explode. And still I need more.
The pace is punishing me as much as him. My throat aches, and yet I need more of him.
Need to taste his hot cum.
There’s no teasing. No edging. Just a singular desire to drink his load.
I can tell he’s close from his breathing. From the way his skin pebbles under my touch.
Come for me, Cord.
I increase my pace, my lungs screaming for air. I reach up and cup his balls, rolling them in my hand until I feel them tighten.
“Oh fuck. Fuck…I’m coming.”
Hot cum floods my mouth and I swallow it greedily, not wasting a single drop.
When his spasms finally subside, I release him from my mouth and drag my tongue down his length then up his taint.
I don’t give him a chance to catch his breath, lapping across his hole before digging my tongue inside.
“No mercy,” I breathe as I gaze down at him, his salacious body still wrapped in the aftershock of orgasm. “I’m going to fuck you until you feel me for a week.”
He whimpers as I dig my tongue inside him. Stretching until I find his trigger. He shudders and rolls his hips, his legs opening wider for me. I’m drunk on his scent–leather and sandalwood and that deep male musk that’s strongest between his thighs. I can’t get enough of it.
His cock, so recently spent, is already waking up. Cord never lacked stamina.
I insert one finger in his ass alongside my tongue, curling it around his rim. Causing him to buck against me.
Another finger joins it, pistoning inside him.
I raise up on my knees and reach over him for the lube on the nightstand, squirting a generous amount on my hand before digging three fingers into his hole. My cock, which is painfully hard, gets some attention from my other hand as I prep it for him.
There’s no going easy. No gentle build up. I press the head of my cock against his opening and in one powerful thrust, I’m buried inside him to the hilt.
He gasps, his legs lifting and wrapping around my back as if he could pull me deeper inside.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You feel so good.”
I set a relentless pace, pummeling his ass with my cock, and he meets me, stroke for stroke. Fusing us together.
My mouth seeks his, sucking and biting his tongue, my blood teeth leaving evidence like a crime scene.
He gives as good as he gets, tearing into my lower lip, our blood mingling. Passed back and forth between our mouths.
He fills my senses. Sight. Smell. Sound. Taste.
He’s the end and beginning of everything I could ever want.
Everything I could ever need.
His body is my home. My sanctuary.
“Mine,” I growl as my cock digs a furrow through his tight ass.
All mine.
I bury my nose in his neck, breathing him in as if he’s oxygen.
He captures my ear. Suckling it. His hot breath sending shivers through my veins.
“Fuck me, baby,” he croons.
My cock responds, growing thicker. Harder. Hungrier.
We chase the high, our pace frantic. He meets every thrust, leaving me breathless.
The need to possess, to claim, blinds me. I rock against him, my body tuned only to him.
The world disappears. It’s only us. This moment. This place in time.
His nails drag down my back, leaving liquid fire in their wake. I can feel my balls tightening, my breath shortening, my head spinning out of control.
When the orgasm hits, I lose all sense of self.
His legs squeeze me tight against him, his teeth buried in my neck. My blood filling his mouth as my cum claims his ass.
We remain like that for several minutes, unable to move. Unable to speak. My brain has gone offline, nowhere to be found while my cock continues to throb deep inside him. Milked dry. Like it’s ejecting every drop of cum I’ve ever produced.
Finally, slowly, I come back to myself.
“What the fuck was that, Ash?” he pants.
I offer a lazy smile. “I don’t know.”
Whatever it was, I hope we can do it again.
Soon.
We don’t move until my spent cock finally shrivels out of his ass.
“Shower?” I ask.
“Hell yes,” he agrees.
What does it say about the intensity of that experience that we don’t fuck in the shower. Just wash each other off and wrap ourselves in towels before crawling back into bed.
His steady heartbeat under my head almost lulls me to sleep immediately.
“Ash?” he says, just before I nod off.
“Yeah?”
“Are we really going to do this?”
“Do what?”
“Leave it all behind. Just the two of us.”
I lift my head and meet his eyes. “I’ll start the ball rolling tomorrow.”
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The dream I had last week doesn’t hold a candle to having Cord’s sinful mouth wrapped around my cock first thing in the morning. I even get a rare smile out of him when he finishes.
“I’m sorry,” he says as we get dressed.
“For what?”
“For everything. For all the time wasted.”
I turn to him and take his face in my hands. “New beginnings. Okay?”
“Okay,” he nods.
“What are you doing today?”
He sits down on the bed to pull on his boots. “I need to go by Dante’s place and tell him about LTS3.0. Then I’m going to go find Uno and get the truth out of him.”
“Be careful, Cord.”
“I will be. Believe me, the last thing I want is to run afoul of the Black Guild.” He stands up and walks over to me, his lips finding mine in a bruising kiss.
“Especially now,” he says when he pulls away. “Not sure I’ll make it back tonight, but I’ll try to call you.”
I’m not going to make him promise. Even if he’s not chasing after the Python, I know there are things going on in the city that require his attention. As much as I don’t want to jinx anything, I can’t help the swell of happiness that fills my heart right now.
“I’ll walk down with you.”
Benjimen is waiting at the curb with the car. I kiss Cord goodbye and climb in, pulling out my phone and scrolling to the number I want. Normally I’d call his cell, but it’s Monday morning, meaning he’s in a staff meeting and hates to be disturbed. The call is answered on the second ring.
“Sterling Corporation, Mr. Sterling’s office. How can I help you?”
“Good morning, Marsha.”
“Asher, it’s good to hear your voice. How have you been?”
I think back to how I woke up this morning and smile to myself. “Good. Busy. How about yourself?”
“You know how Carlyle is. Keeps me on my toes.”
“I’ll bet. Look, I know he’s in a staff meeting right now, but could you have him call me when he gets a few minutes?”
“I’m afraid it’ll be a while. The Brits are here, so he’s going to be tied up most of the day.”
That must mean the people from his London office are in town.
Unlike my own company, Carlyle’s is one hundred percent Clan and stretches worldwide.
How he manages to run it while rarely leaving the office is a testament to how savvy a businessman he is.
To say my old mentor is a private person would be an understatement.
Even his corporate website makes no mention of him.
“That’s fine. Just let him know I called.”
“I will. And don’t be a stranger. You know you’re always welcome around here.”
After I hang up I make a couple of business calls before we pull up outside my office.
“Will you be needing me during the day?” Benjimen asks as I climb out of the car.
I think back to what Marsha said. I doubt Carlyle will find time to meet with me today. “I have nothing planned right now, but that could change.”
“I’ll be available.”
Elaine has a stack of documents for me to go through and sign when I get upstairs; routine stuff that takes up most of my morning until my own staff meeting at eleven.
I look around the room, memorizing the faces of the people who have been with me since I started this company.
Will they feel betrayed by what I’m about to do?
The one that bothers me the most is Elaine. Somehow I have to find a way to take care of her. After the meeting she follows me to my office and stands in front of my desk.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I ask.
“You tell me,” she replies. “You were in a great mood when you got here this morning, which can only mean you saw your hot boyfriend last night, but just now you looked like you’ve lost your best friend. What’s up, boss? Is there someone I need to take out for you?”
I snort. “Take out? What are you now, a hitman?”
“In a manner of speaking. I’m a keyboard warrior.”
Definitely going to have to find a way to keep her. “I’m fine.”
“Did you give Cord the information on the pharma company?”
“Yes. Turns out he knew about the drug they developed because they’re using it against the Python’s men.”
She sinks into the chair in front of my desk. “You’re kidding me? What is it?”
I don’t know how much of this I should be telling her, but it’s not like she isn’t already in the loop. “It’s used to kill vampires.”
Her mouth gapes open. “You can do that?”
“Apparently.”
“Wait a minute. If Thalium’s company developed it, how are they using it against him?”
“That’s what Cord is trying to find out today. Have you discovered anything else?”
“More financials on dummy corporations he owns. Nothing earthshattering. I’m sure you know all about that kind of thing.”
“Are you implying I’m unscrupulous?”
“No. Never. Are you?”
I’ll admit I’ve taken over my share of smaller companies to expand my empire, but I’ve always compensated the owners fairly. Everything was always above board and legal. I never tried to hide behind false walls.
“No,” I answer honestly.