11. Asher #3
“Fuck,” he grunted, almost inaudibly, against the silence in the house.
“Does it turn you on?” he whispered. His dick slipped all the way out, and I gasped for air, my lungs burning.
Only now I realized that I had been barely breathing.
“Does sneaking around make you horny, Ash?” The fire in his eyes blazed as he pressed his big dick against my face.
He rubbed it carelessly, smearing my saliva over my face until his balls pressed hard against my parted lips.
I licked him, widening my mouth to suck them in. He swung back before I could, an amused smirk touching his lips.
“It makes me horny,” I admitted and realized just how true it was. What a fucked up guy I had to be to feel something like that. But the years of living next to Adonis himself had inevitably shaped me. Who could blame me? “It turns me on so hard, Jordan.”
He ran his fingers through my hair over and over again. “Do you want more of my dick, Ash?”
If it was anyone else asking me, I would have been embarrassed by my unfiltered eagerness. But not Jordan. I wasn’t ashamed of the sin we equally shared. “Fuck my mouth, Jordan.”
“Get on the bed,” he whispered, helping me up. As I straightened, my knees wobbled, and Jordan held me close. His free hand rested on my crotch, and I found a pleased smile twisting his lips upward. “You’re such a sexy thing,” he said. “Lie down.”
“I didn’t…” I bit my lip. “I wasn’t expecting us to…”
He shook his head like it didn’t matter. “I won’t fuck you tonight, Ash. I’ll make it special. But I will fuck your mouth, baby boy. And I’ll make you come harder than you ever came in your life.”
If that wasn’t enough to strangle me, nothing would ever do it.
But I wasn’t done getting choked. Jordan gestured to the bed and I obeyed.
I lay down opposite the pillow, my head hanging from the edge, and the world turned upside down before me.
Jordan’s legs appeared. Hair was thicker on the lower half of his legs than the upper, and the rares around his crotch.
He was like the perfect example of masculinity.
He was the very image of attractiveness.
Or, more likely, he had shaped my idea of what a perfect man looked like.
Slowly, Jordan leaned down. “Open your sexy mouth, Ash,” he said, and I did. I opened it wide, shivering with excitement and nervousness. I had never been mouth-fucked like this. I had never sucked a dick this size, either. And I had never done it with someone whose opinion mattered to me.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could while Jordan punched his fists into the mattress on either side of my lean torso.
He twisted his hips to the left to aim his curving dick just right, then thrust himself forward, impaling my head on his length.
He didn’t go deep. Instead, he probed me, checking my limits and letting me adjust and relax.
Still, I felt like I could barely keep him in my mouth.
But then it happened. As if some invisible wall had crumbled into dust, the barricades between us were gone.
He impaled me hard and deep, sliding into my open, relaxed throat and filling me with such a sensation of excitement and accomplishment that I almost jerked upward.
My body wiggled as joy coursed through my veins.
My arms swept up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him in.
I knew that his position tired him. I knew his muscles would burn from exertion as he leaned down, his knees bent and his torso supported by his muscled arms. Even so, he swung his hips and dipped in and out of my throat.
I felt his thickness deep inside me and almost had a reflex to swallow, but whenever my throat closed a little, he pulled his dick back.
It was wet with my saliva, and I couldn’t control its trickling from the corners of my mouth, making a mess over my face.
I managed to breathe in quick, shallow bursts, but I no longer cared for oxygen.
Jordan’s hands moved to feel my torso. He caressed me gently, in stark contrast with the deviance and harshness he exercised on my mouth.
He touched me everywhere and felt everything.
And when I thankfully thought that he would stroke me to my orgasm, he didn’t.
He cupped my balls instead and pressed two fingers against my hard taint.
Every little move he made with his hand caused my dick to pulse longingly.
And I tightened my hold on his waist, pulling him in to stuff me as deep as he could.
I wanted all of him. I wanted to outshine every other person who’d ever crossed his path.
I wanted to make them all jealous of my skill.
I wanted him to kneel in awe before me, to love my sexy mouth, and to worship the things I could do for him.
I wanted him to come. And I wanted him to feed me. And then, when all was said and done, I wanted him to kiss my dirty lips.
Jordan rubbed my taint, his fingers reaching lower and massaging my hole over the soft fabric of my boxer briefs.
I hated that I hadn’t taken them off. I hated that he kept my dick packed so tightly and left it to be tortured and teased.
The frustration burned in me and spread to every cell in my body.
But I couldn’t deny how good it felt to throb against the tightness of my underwear.
“Just like that,” he grunted. “Take my dick, baby boy. Fuck. Take it all the way. Yes.”
I mastered the art of keeping my muscles loose and letting him slide in and out without obstacles.
It was painless and exhilarating, even if it took me a long time to inhale a lungful of air.
But as he sweated and rammed into me, speeding up and shoving himself in and out, I knew neither of us would last much longer.
The very sound he was trying to keep down — as well as the reason we needed to keep it quiet — pushed me to the edge.
The wet slapping and sloshing, the embarrassing little gags that tore free from me, and the whistling air between his clenched jaws were enough to get me there.
But it was his hot cum that tipped me over at last. The clear, unmistakable throbbing of his dick so deep in my throat and the squirts of heat that trickled over my mouth and down my throat in equal parts made me shudder so hard.
My toes curled instantly and everything in me stopped. I remained open for Jordan, who shook and shuddered and emptied himself down my throat. His fingers rubbed my hole harder, pressing against my taint and nudging me infuriatingly close to my climax.
And finally, when I could no longer take it, I thrust my hands down and released my dick from the confines of my underwear.
But Jordan was faster. He grunted once, “Mine,” and wrapped his hand around it.
He was three strokes in; his dick pulled halfway out of my mouth, the tip still inside and with my lips sealed around it as if I wanted to suck the last drop of him for myself, and my body thrashed, and my hips thrust up.
Hot splashes of cum landed over my torso and Jordan jerked his hand gently up and down my length. “That’s it,” he urged me. “Give me everything.” And I did. I sprayed myself and the bedsheets and Jordan’s hand that still gripped me. And finally, I opened my mouth and sucked air into my lungs.
He was growing softer slowly, and I was pulsing madly even after I had spent the last drop I had in me. And just like I had hoped, Jordan dropped to his knees, lifted my head from where it was hanging, and pressed his lips against mine, licking our sins away.
That night, I had watched the tired summer dusk bring death to a horrible day, and I watched the bright, golden dawn hours later when I slipped from Jordan’s room back into mine.
He followed me. I paused to look at the small, growing light against the deep, dark sky, and I knew we had discovered something beautiful.
His arms were around me, holding me from behind, and his breath was hot when he whispered, “Don’t forget that you are mine.
And I am yours.” He paused for a time, breathing against my neck, then said, “We owe nothing to anyone. Only to each other.”
I repressed the thoughts of debts deep into the back of my mind. I didn’t care. Not now. Not when he held me so firmly and kissed me so sweetly.
Only us. No matter the cost.