Chapter 15
Tip fifteen; Play with the balls. Palm them, roll them, suck them (if you're into that)
Ivy
Asher's hand slips into my hair, fingers curling into the strands, and I glance up at him before lowering myself again.
Saliva pools in my mouth, slicking along his shaft, and I hope, really hope that makes this easier.
I force myself to breathe through my nose, because I remember reading somewhere that it helps, that it stops your mouth from drying out, and God, I really don't want to mess this up.
But judging by Asher's face right now, it's working.
He frowns, hand in my hair guiding me up and down his shaft. I feel him hit the back of my throat. I gag and pause for a moment before swallowing.
"Holy fuck-" his voice is a hiss, echoing in my ears. "Fuck."
Another memory hits me, of a book I'd read where the girl -
I move my hand up his thigh, fingers running along the hair there before finding his hip and moving inwards, fingers trailing along his dick as my head continues bobbing, one hand wrapped fully around it and the other I move towards his balls, grasping them in my hand.
"Ivy-" Asher grunts, hips lifting on the bed, "what-"
I take him further in my mouth, working him with my tongue and lips and my hands, until he's tensing beneath me. Legs jerking and toes curling towards an orgasm.
His cum shoots into my mouth like a shot and I jerk back a little before swallowing it down and he slips free; the hand curled into my hair pulling me towards him until I'm resting on his chest.
I look at up into his eyes. "Was that-"
He grins. "Good?" He tilts his head at me and draws me closer before pressing a kiss to my cheek. "It was amazing." He looks between my eyes. "You didn't have to swallow."
I scrunch my nose up. "I wanted to." And then I look away. "But I won't be doing it again."
He laughs, head thrown back before pulling me into his side and curling an arm around my waist.
"Are you proud of yourself?"
I nod, tucked into his chest.
We stay like that for minutes that quickly turn into moments and then my brain reminds me once again that I'm cuddling my best-friends brother.
I don't have the chance to really focus on that though because then Asher is pulling me into his chest, hooking a finger under my chin and pulling my face closer to his, kissing me soundly on the lips.
He moves over me, hands on either side of my body as he kisses me like he's a starving man, moving from my lips to my jawline to the sensitive spot on my neck and lower.
I breathe harshly, his lips suctioning slightly to my skin and my eyes widen, slapping his shoulder.
"Don't you dare give me a hickey." I hiss on a laugh, and Asher looks up with a grin.
"Why not?"
"If my brother sees it-"
"He won't know it's from me." He tries to reason and I blink.
True but why does that thought ache?
"Let me mark you? Show the whole college your-"
I hold a finger to his lips, shushing him and move my head to the side, hearing something outside my door.
I strain my ears to listen, and Asher rests his head against my chest, listening too.
The unmistakable sound of Leon walking up the stairs, the god awful song he loves to whistle a tell-tale sign that it is in fact my brother.
"Do you want to-" I look back at Asher to see his eyes on me, "stay the night? So, you don't get caught?"
He looks between my eyes before nodding. "Yeah, yeah I will." Asher says, no hesitation in the words.
He pulls me back into his chest, but I untangle for a moment to reach for the lamp and switch it off before curling back into his arms.
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I wake up snuggled into the body beside mine, my head resting against Asher's chest and his hand running up and down my spine.
He must realise I'm awake because he murmurs my name and I look up at him. "I have class soon." He whispers and I furrow my brow.
"What's the time?"
"Eight." He shifts a little under me. "Are you free tomorrow morning?" Asher asks quietly, staring at the roof of my bedroom, his chest naked and I'm trying not to stare.
"Yeah," I say softly. "Why?"
"I have another assignment due, was wondering if you could help? At the library? Say, nine?"
I nod then realise he's not staring at me, so I reply in words. "Yeah, I can help."
We're quiet again and then I start to feel awkward.
"My brother might be up soon." I say into the quiet.
Asher tenses a little and then sits up, reaching for his pants. "I'll go," He dresses swiftly, and stands, stalking for the door. I sit up in bed, wrapping my arms around myself as I watch him leave.
He stop at the door and turns to me, "so I'll see you tomorrow?"
I nod, "see you tomorrow."
He reaches for the door, and I watch before I rush from the bed, placing my hand against the wood and keeping it shut.
Asher turns to look at me, and I lift a finger to his lips, listening to the footsteps coming closer, rushing down the stairs. Two pairs.
He brought a girl home?
My mouth drops open and Asher's amused gaze finds mine.
"It won't happen again." My brother sounds monotone, emotionless as he says the words. Whoever he's speaking to replies, their voice too low to decipher. He says something else that I can't make out.
I cringe, typical of my brother to lay down the law right after showing his latest conquest the door.
The front door slams and then I hear him stomping his way up the stairs and stopping at my door.
My heart drops, my fingers spasming on Asher's shoulders and I look to him, wide eyed. Leon bangs on my door and I look to Asher, unsure what to do.
"What do I do?" I whisper.
"Answer him." He mutters lowly. "Before he opens the door."
"He won't open it."
"How do you know?"
Leon bangs on the door again, "Ivy?"
"Yeah?" I say, my voice high pitched before I clear it. "Yeah?"
"You up?"
"Obviously." Asher mutters and I whack his shoulder.
Leon continues, not waiting for an answer cause yes, I'm up. "I'm going out for breakfast; do you want me to bring you anything?"
I go to say no when Asher pinches my ass and I glare at him. 'Coffee,' he mouths. "Waffles with maple bacon." He whispers.
I sigh. "Coffee! Long black." I say, knowing it's Asher's favourite. "Waffles with maple bacon!"
Leon laughs on the other side, even if the laugh sounds forced. "God, you sound like Asher. Alright I'll get those. Don't forget I have a team meeting here this week, on Sunday!"
Asher looks at me, a twinkle in his eyes as we hear my brother leave. "I forgot about that meeting." And then he kisses me again., shoving me back towards my bed.
"What about class?" I whisper as he crowds me on the bed.
"Turns out I'm hungrier than I thought."
For a moment I think he's talking about me but then I remember I just ordered his favourite breakfast.
I flop back onto my bed, Asher grinning at me before he kisses me like he has all the time in the world.