Twenty-five
Very quickly, things turn heated.
It’s always the same way with us, zero to a hundred in less than a second. Just one taste of his tongue and I’m like a wild animal, ravenous and out of control.
I lick into his mouth, eating him up until he’s moaning and whimpering. We roll and I straddle his waist, grinding my hips into his, then he flips our positions, climbing on top of me. We keep going, back and forth, tearing off clothes as we go. He peels off my sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath, followed by my pants. I make quick work of doing the same to him, then we’re both naked, bare skin against bare skin. We’re crazy for doing this, being so out in the open with a serious risk of catching hypothermia, but we’re both too riled up to care.
I grip his length, stroking slow and hard, rubbing my thumb over his slit as a bead of precum oozes out. He gasps, eyes rolling back in his head, a tremor running through his body.
“Shit,” he breathes. “How do you do this to me every time? Make me feel like this?”
I run a finger down his taint and he arches with a groan, the tendons in his neck straining. A smile curves my lips, watching the way he reacts to my touch. He’s not the only one feeling that way. I ask myself the same thing all the time, how he sets my skin on fire with even just a look. It’s insane.
“What do you want?” I ask, rolling his sac in my palm, gaze fixed on the goosebumps covering his skin. “Want me to jerk you, nice and slow until you’re begging to come? To take you down the back of my throat and swallow your load? Tell me, Ash. Tell me what you want.”
“I want—” He gasps again, a moan catching in his throat. What he says next has my heart skidding to a complete stop. “I want you inside me. Like, right now.”
I blink at him, mouth falling open. “I-I want that, too. Fuck, I really want that. But, I… I didn’t have any expectations for tonight. I didn’t bring any—”
“Good thing I did.” He smirks and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a condom and packet of lube from the pocket. “I’ve sort of been carrying them with me since that time at the carnival. Wishful thinking, I guess.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh and trace my thumb over the smattering of freckles across his nose. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.”
His eyes hold mine as I take the lube from him. I rip the packet open, coating my fingers until they’re slick, before drizzling some down his crack. He hisses at the cold, the sound quickly turning to a whimper when I circle his rim, feeling the muscle soften before pushing inside. He’s so hot, so tight, my cock throbs at the thought of being enveloped in his warmth. I give it a squeeze with my free hand, willing it to calm down, then add a second finger, thrusting them in and out, twisting and scissoring them, getting him nice and loose. I rub his prostate, making him shout and jerk like I’ve electrocuted him.
“Now,” he moans. “Please, Oakley. Do it now.”
A stronger man would resist his pleas, would keep teasing him until he’s an incoherent mess. But when it comes to Asher Brooks, I’m the weakest motherfucker there is. I can’t resist him, even if I wanted to.
He tosses me the condom and I tear it open with my teeth, rolling it down my shaft. I slather the rest of the lube on, line myself up and stop, quirking a brow at him.
“Last chance to back out,” I warn.
The look he shoots me is so bratty, but so fucking hot that it makes my head spin. “Do I look fragile to you? Fuck me like you hate me, Farrow. I can take it.”
I lean down, my breath ghosting over his lips. “Trust me, I won’t have to pretend.”
The world seems to still for a moment. An owl hoots somewhere in the distance. Crickets chirp, the stars twinkle overhead.
And I push inside.
Asher cries out, his face twisted in an equal mix of pain and ecstasy. I groan, body turning hot all over, his ass squeezing me like a vice. I bottom out, stilling for a beat.
“Are you good?” I choke out.
His eyes are glassy and unfocused, his face slack with pleasure, yet he still manages to glare at me. I chuckle. Not giving him a chance to come up with a snarky retort, I pull halfway out then thrust back inside, relishing in the garbled moan it pulls from him. I do that two or three times, testing the waters, before setting a brutal pace, pounding into him so hard that he shifts halfway up the truck bed.
“Jesus, Oakley. I can feel you everywhere.”
My head tips back on a groan. “You better stop talking like that or this won’t last very long.”
I slam back inside him, hitting his prostate and making us both moan.
“Ah, fuck,” he cries. “Please. Harder.”
I rise up and grip his legs, pushing his knees all the way up to his chest until he’s folded up like a damn pretzel. It changes the angle slightly, making him even tighter if that’s possible, and allowing me to jab his prostate with every thrust.
After that, there’s no more begging and demanding. All that comes out of his mouth is a bunch of nonsensical garbage, consisting mainly of whimpers and moans. He latches onto me, legs wrapped around my waist, ankles crossed over. It gives him just enough leverage to force me deeper, to rock his hips and meet me thrust for thrust, while his arms flail, nails digging into my scalp, my shoulder blades and my biceps. The bite of pain only spurs me on, makes me drive into him harder and faster.
“Look at you,” I growl. “Stretched out around me, moaning so loud they’ll hear you three towns over. You love it, don’t you? You love my cock. You’re a slut for it.”
His answering mewl sets my blood on fire. I lean down, capturing his mouth in a hot, messy kiss, spearing my tongue inside until he’s shuddering in my arms. I snatch up his bottom lip and drag it between my teeth, only pulling back when I taste the metallic tang of his blood. His eyes are hazy and unfocused, jaw slack with pleasure. There’s color in his cheeks, a sheen of sweat on his brow. There are so many different sides of Asher that I’m obsessed with, but I think this one has to be my favorite: sheer fucked-out bliss.
“You shouldn’t have let me do this, Ash,” I tell him, our foreheads mashed together. “Now, I’m gonna want a piece of this ass every fucking day. Think you can handle that?”
He lets out a choked moan and grips my hand, pulling it up to his throat. I take the hint and tighten my fingers around him, squeezing with just enough pressure to give him what he’s craving. His body shakes, eyes roll back, and then he stiffens as his dick jerks violently beneath me, his release coating us both.
Completely untouched.
It’s the second time he’s done that, and I fucking love it. So much so that I’m burying myself inside of him again, grinding my hips as I try to get deeper, my body coiled tight as my orgasm barrels down my spine. I come so hard I almost black out. Time stops, all sounds cease to a distant ring in my ears.
When I come to, I’m collapsed on top of Asher, every inch of my sweat-slick skin melded to his. He’s panting like he’s just ran a marathon and I’m not much better, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. I lift my head and run a gentle finger down his cheek, watching as his eyes flutter open.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Oakley, I…” His lips part and he exhales shakily.
Maybe it’s the look in his eyes, the raw vulnerability shining there, or the way his voice cracked when he whispered my name. Whatever it is, I just know what he’s trying to tell me and there isn’t a single cell in my entire body that doesn’t feel the same way.
I kiss him softly. “I know. I do, too.”
His lips lift in a wobbly smile, his eyes shining with unshed tears. My heart pounds, feeling like it’s two sizes too big for my chest.
This right here, this is what pure happiness feels like.
I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow when I have to go back to my uncle’s house, or a week from now or a month from now. But being here with Asher, none of that matters. The future’s so uncertain and there’s a lot of obstacles we’ll have to face, but one thing’s for sure: we’ll always have tonight. We’ll always be able to remember this, remember the way we felt as we stared at each other beneath the stars. The fear, the excitement, the love. Fuck, the love. I’m in love with Asher fucking Brooks. Who’d have thought?
Right at that second, in a complete full circle moment, thunder cracks and the heavens open.
We both jump up and scramble to grab our clothes, trying to avoid the downpour, but we’re already soaked to the bone before we even make it off of the truck bed. Asher runs and slips in the mud and my door gets stuck for a minute and it’s a complete fucking disaster. But when we’re finally back inside the truck, half-naked with water dripping from every inch of us, we just stare at each other for a beat before bursting into laughter. The kind of laughter that has tears streaming from your eyes and makes your stomach hurt.
And man, it feels so damn good.