Chapter 24 #2
I push his jacket off his shoulders and listen as it flutters to the floor. He tries to reach for me again, but I pin his arms. “It’s my turn.”
Next to the front door, I flip the switch that turns on the light in the kitchen, on the far side of the long room.
It’s enough to create a silhouette of his beautiful body without feeling jarring.
I want to be able to see this, what I’m about to do next.
Without preamble, I drop to my knees. His hands wind through my hair, and he lets out the most exultant sigh, even though I haven’t touched him yet.
“Asher,” he says softly, “You don’t have to do this.”
I drag his pants and underwear down his legs. “I haven’t thought of much else lately. You’re not going to rob me of the chance to taste you.”
His hands still in my hair. “Is your knee okay?”
I laugh, even as excitement skitters through me. He’s musky from the game and I inhale deeply, serious again when my stomach bottoms out. “Yes. My knee is completely fine. Now, unless you’re telling me how fucking good my mouth feels on your cock, I don’t want to hear anything else.”
He’s already so ready for me, and I lean forward.
My tongue feels the heat and hardness of his length first, and I wrap my lips around him as a quick second.
I want to devour him. Here, on my knees in his apartment, his back pressed so hard against the door that I wonder if we’re going to break through it.
I moan and take him in deeper, his fingertips digging into my scalp, wrapping around my hair and holding onto me. “Guide me,” I tell him, my own cock already begging for relief in my shorts. Pleasing him is making me feel insane.
“Just like that. With your tongue and your lips. Can you take more?” He asks, his hips starting to rut against my face.
The deep timber of his voice, mixed with a neediness has me ready to explode in my suit.
The truth is that I would consume him whole if I could detach my jaw wide enough.
Nothing feels like enough. I start to use my hand, too.
Working up and down his shaft as I pull him in farther, relaxing my throat as much as I can.
It feels incredible, having him inside of me like this.
I wonder what it would feel like to have him other places.
Or for me to be inside of him. I like both ideas, I decide.
Thinking about it, I moan, and the vibrations must do something for him because his knees buckle.
“Fuck,” he swears. “Keep doing that, Asher. Just like that. Why don’t you unzip your pants and touch yourself.
Wouldn’t want you coming all over that gorgeous suit.
” It’s phrased as a question, but it feels more like a command than anything.
And I’m eager to listen to it. I have to remove my hands from his cock, but it’s worth it when I quickly unbuckle my belt and pull down my zipper. I’m already so hard, my tip coated in precum that I smear around my head.
He looks down between us, and his hands move from where they were wrapped in my hair to my jaw, ghosting his fingers along my beard. “You’re so fucking sexy, Asher. How did it feel, having my cock in your mouth? Everything that you imagined?”
I love how he’s talking to me, like he can’t stand not to toy with me, even though I can see the need written across his beautiful face.
“I loved it.” No point in lying. The hard length that I’m stroking right now is all the evidence he needs.
I keep touching myself as he guides my head back to him, and the sensation of stroking my own cock while he fills my mouth has me close to coming. I moan when he pushes in deeper, hitting at the back of my throat.
That sends me over the edge, coupled with the way that his hips are fucking against my mouth like he needs to burrow into me as deeply as I can take him. I fully plan on taking whatever he can give me. Whatever he will give me, even if it never feels like enough.
I’m already coming when I feel the hot spurts of his own come in my mouth. I want to taste him properly. While I work myself through my own orgasm with my hand, I start to use my tongue, pulling back on his cock so that I can lick at his slit.
“Asher, fuck. God–fuck,” he pants, and it’s the most beautiful sound that I’ve ever heard.
“You taste so good.” And it’s the truth. Slightly salty. Hot and with a texture that’s unlike anything that I’ve ever experienced. I’m still lapping him up and already thinking about the next time that I’ll get to do this again.
Finally, his fingers still in my hair, and he relaxes against the door. “And you want me to believe that you’ve never done that before?” he says in an awe-soaked voice.
I lean back on my knees so that I can look at him. His hand cups my jaw again, rubbing his fingers along the soft direction of my beard. “Guess what I lack in practice I make up for in enthusiasm.”
He laughs and hauls me up to my feet. I push him against the door when he kisses me, and it’s slow and leisurely. Like a relaxing Sunday in bed. Like we have all the time in the world.
Finally, he slows our kiss. “Do you want to hang out for a while? Maybe watch some highlights?”
I try to ignore the swell in my heart that he took my request seriously. “I’d like that. Let me just clean up in the bathroom real quick.”
He pulls his pants back up, his joggers riding low on his hips. He looks so sexy like this, his cheeks flushed and his glasses a little askew.
And all because of me.
I don’t want to leave him for even a second, but I force myself to head to the downstairs bathroom and wipe away the traces of just how fucked I am.
“I got you a hoodie and shorts,” I hear him say when I exit the bathroom. The clothing is on the kitchen island, a few feet away from me. I don’t waste any time stripping out of my suit.
I pad over to the living room, where he’s also changed and is sitting on the sofa. The tv volume is on low, and the lights are still turned off.
For a second I hesitate, not knowing where to sit.
He must notice, and he drapes his arm over the back cushion. “Right here. I learned my lesson last time.”
I’m a big guy, so it surprises me how well I fit against his chest. I’ve also never been much of a cuddler, but Chase is so comfortable that I immediately settle against him. When he drops his hand and flattens his palm against the side of my chest farthest from him, a flutter erupts in my stomach.
“And what lesson is that?” I finally muse out loud, once I’m fully situated.
I try not to react when he places a gentle kiss against my temple. “That you deserve everything. And even if I can’t give you that, I can give you this part of it.”
It feels natural when I place my hand on his thigh and start drawing invisible patterns against his pants.
Maybe we are living in some in-between place that’s going to implode at some point. But enveloped in his arms, our chests rising and falling in tandem, I can’t seem to care.