Chapter 26
Asher’s tan skin had a faint midnight-blue tint, the moon now crossing me, casting my nerves in stark relief.
He sat between my legs and placed his spread hands on my shins.
The hair on my legs tickled slightly as he rubbed against its natural pattern, over my bent knees, to my quads, then turned to add pressure to the insides of my thighs.
Hesitation warred with anticipation. This was all new, for both of us. Asher’s confidence bled into me, but I licked my lips in fear.
“With one word, we stop. I trust you, Luke. I trust you to tell me if you need a break.” He rubbed his thumbs hard over the backside of my legs, just under the curve of my ass. “So trust me, okay?”
I didn’t want to be the frightened one here. I didn’t want to be the nervous virgin. Nodding with several short bobs of my head, I said, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Asher winked. The split-second gesture was enough to force breath into my lungs, settling my nerves.
The cap on the lube snicked open. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
Tongue teasing one corner of his mouth, Asher poured the clear liquid onto his fingers, then smiled at me. “Ready?”
I nodded and chewed my bottom lip. Even expecting it, watching as he moved closer, I jolted when his fingers spread me and again when they touched that sensitive spot. As I had in the shower, I arched, cock dancing over my abs.
“Mmm, fuck. I like that,” he said. What, exactly, he didn’t explain, and I had too much focus on breathing to ask.
With miles of the unknown still ahead of us, stopping wasn’t on the horizon.
Asher kept one hand on me, all over me. He rubbed my leg, my hip, then teased me with a few tugs on my cock, enough to keep me hard and distracted as he rubbed and pushed with his other hand.
“Breathe, baby.”
I did.
He kissed the inside of my knee as a reward.
His eyes, dark and hooded this night, glittered as he scanned me from my face to where he danced his fingertips. “Do you know how hot you are?”
I shook my head. I’d been told I was attractive enough times to understand what others thought of me. But Asher didn’t mean it the same.
“Got me drippin’, Luke.” He thumbed precome from his slit and brought it to his mouth.
“Mine,” I hissed when he stuck his tongue out, ready to lick it clean.
Asher raised a brow but didn’t say anything, only pushed harder and breached me.
“Fuck,” I barked, then narrowed my eyes. “Mine,” I growled.
“That’s right.” He leaned in and gave me my prize.
I sucked his thumb into my mouth and held it with my teeth as I lashed the tip. Bitter and salty, but somehow delicious.
“Damn.”
I opened my eyes. Asher had his lower lip between his teeth as he stared, the hand between my legs steadily moving. The pressure wasn’t bad, different but not bad. And after a few seconds longer, I moaned. No, fuck no, the pressure was good. So much sensation.
“More,” I begged and didn’t care how needy it sounded.
Asher withdrew, but only to add lube and return. One finger became two, and the pressure returned with minimal discomfort that morphed into pleasure even quicker.
“More. Fuck, give me more.” I writhed and arched, canting my hips to fuck his fingers.
His arm muscles flexed, chest heaving almost as hard as my own. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re a fuckin’ dream. You like my fingers so much?”
“Yes, but I want your cock. Fuck me, Asher.”
“You think you’re ready? I’ve only opened you with three.” He never slowed as he asked. His erection lay against my leg he clutched like a pillow.
“Yes. Yes, I’m ready, please.”
“Mmm. I like you beggin’.”
“I’ll beg you every day, then. Please, fuck me, Playboy.”
Asher scraped the inside of my knee with his teeth, then slowly pulled free again. I didn’t care for the empty feeling one bit. I was too open, reminded of the vulnerable gaping of my soul I’d created for him to fill.
“Hurry,” I hissed as he rolled the condom on.
“Hold your horses, sweet thang. I’ve never actually done this before.”
I chuckled, which made him do the same, never taking his gaze from where he pinched the tip and guided the latex down his length.
“There,” he said with finality.
“More lube.”
“Right.”
As he slicked himself, then added more to his fingers, I smiled. This couldn’t be any more perfect.
In the quiet recesses of my mind, I’d thought of this moment. Thought of the person, the place, the factors that would lead me here. This … This man, this point in time, had never been among those wonderings.
Never had I imagined myself so nervous yet so at ease at the same time. I’d often pictured the shame. I would’ve welcomed my partner’s criticism as something deserved. I was too old to be a virgin, too inept, too spoiled, too privileged to feel anxiety at something so intrinsic to life.
None of that was this, though. I waited. I held my breath. Nothing came. No fear, no recoil, no humiliation.
We were in this together.
Asher stuffed the added lube into me. Some of the resistance returned, but it wasn’t like before.
“Okay,” he breathed.
He shuffled closer on his knees, then aligned himself with me, notching his tip at my opening. With a little push, he breached me the smallest amount.
“Mmm, damn,” he muttered, then came over me. My legs lifted as he did, wrapping around his trim waist.
He pushed deeper, his grin spreading with every centimeter. At first, it wasn’t as bad as my mind had warned, but then it was.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed and tilted my head back. “Oh, fuck, that’s deep.”
“Too much?” He kissed my throat, so gentle in comparison to how he ruthlessly kept splitting me open.
I shook my head. “No. No. More, fuck.”
He stopped. “Wait. No more or no period more period?”
I chuckled, and with my inhale, he sank all the way in.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Jesus, fuck.” Asher ground his hips against my ass. “Feel good?”
“So good I’m afraid of it,” I whispered.
“Why afraid?”
“If it gets any better, I’m gonna come apart.”
He smiled and caressed my cheek with his thumb, the corner of my mouth, then between my brows. “I’ll hold you together.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He kissed me then. As slowly as he retreated, he licked into me, distracting and overwhelming at each end. His first few thrusts were the same. Deliberate, intentional, testing as we explored this new thing.
The pressure was intense, low yet also high enough it stole my breath. We floundered for minutes, but grinned against each other’s lips as we figured it out. Asher moved, lifted, and lowered his angle. He alighted along nerve endings greedier than I ever knew possible that screamed with pleasure.
“Asher, please, I …”
“What, baby? Tell me. Am I not doing it right?”
“You are, but …”
“But?”
He moved again, and I cried out, “There. Oh God, that’s it. Right there.”
“Yeah?” He kept going, getting faster, harder with snapped hips and knees digging into the mattress.
My toes curled, and I reached for my cock. Asher pegged the area around my prostate over and over. The pleasure was unreal, escalating, almost unbearably so. Did I want more or less? Fuck.
Confused, I stared at him, hoping he’d tell me.
He did. Not with words but with the wonder of him.
I was so caught. Enchanted. The strain in his neck, the stiffness in his arms, the sexy shudder of his inhales … Asher had me enthralled.
And I gave in.
Gone were the shreds of my former thoughts, my former life. This man, Asher, was my future, just as I’d told him.
“Yes,” I finally answered, more like shouted. “Yes. I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck yeah! Come on my cock. God, you drive me wild. So pretty beneath me like this. So needy. So hot for me.”
“I am.”
“So give me what I want,” he growled.
Asher shifted, came up on his knees, bending me in half until mine were nearly at my ears.
Hands supporting my legs, he went harder, faster.
Our sweaty skin slapped. Our moans were one continuous rumble.
He slapped my hand out of the way and jerked me himself as if he were angry about it, but it matched his thrusting hips.
I reached over my head, digging my fingers into blankets, pillows, mattress, anything I could find purchase, and curled my hips, trying my damnedest to fuck him back, fuck him as eagerly and wantonly as he did.
He swelled inside me and threw his head back. “Oh shit, shit, shit. Come. I can’t hold on.”
Never in my life would I forget how he came. Lithe body tensed and arched. The cords of his neck popping, hips stuttering in uncoordinated and slightly aborted thrusts.
“Luke.” The shout ripped from his heaving lungs.
Whether by my name on his lips at such an intimate and exposed moment, the sight of him ensnared in euphoria, or my own nerve endings flinging me out into space, I crested and dropped into oblivion. The familiar waves hit in unfamiliar ways, pulsing in the parts of me that still held him.
“Yes,” he breathed.
Come heated my skin as it landed on my stomach and eventually cooled, rational thought returning as it did. Asher had moved my legs to his shoulders at some point and sat staring at me, petting my thighs and kissing my calf.
“Jesus, you’re one sexy-ass man.”
I chuckled, released the death hold I had on the bed, and covered my face with my hands.
“You okay?” he asked. “Anything hurt?”
“Too early to tell.”
He patted my knee. “Come on, let’s soak in that monster tub you got.”
I winced when he withdrew, more from the oddness than pain. That—was unpleasant. Asher chuckled as I wiggled my hips around.
Before we could get off the bed, bright explosions of red, blue, green, purple, white, and yellow exploded in the sky into round, expanding shapes. The boom rattled the window and echoed in my chest.
“For fuck’s sake,” Asher huffed. “I told them to do that a few minutes earlier.”
I hugged him to me. “Happy New Year,” I said against his mouth.
“Yes, it will be.” He kissed me, then rubbed his nose on mine. “Happy New Year, Luke.”
We headed for the bathroom, hand in hand.
“I think I prefer you inside me than how empty I feel now.”
He sat on the edge of the tub and reached for the nozzle. “Doable, but it might be awkward while I’m in class and you’re at work.”
I barked a laugh, then shrieked when he pulled me onto his lap. “I’m too big and too old to sit on your lap, Asher.”
“The hell you are.” He kissed the backside of my arm while keeping his fingers under the water as it ran. “You’re never too old or too anything to have this sweet-as-fuck ass planted right here where it belongs.”
I turned away from him to hide my grin. “Was that okay? Our sex?” What is a question I never thought I’d ask anyone?
Asher reared back. “Okay? I mean, it might’ve been okay to you, but for me, it was a fuckton more than okay.”
I kissed him to shut him up. “You’re right, it was more than okay.”
“Say it: Fuckton more.”
I chuckled. “Fuckton more.”
“Damn right it was. When can we do it again?”
Laughing harder, I stood, in spite of his efforts to keep me seated, then lowered into the pooling water.
“What? I’m serious,” he said, stepping in and kneeling between my legs. “I’m a growin’ boy, sweetheart. A horny one too, and I need sex more than food.”
The water hadn’t run too high yet. Asher leaned in and took my soft cock into his warm mouth. I groaned and laid my head onto the edge of the tub.
“You keep that up and I’ll be hard in no time.”
He hummed.
“Ah, fuck. What’s quicker than no time?”