Chapter 23 #2
It didn’t matter when I wouldn’t see them after the sun rose.
But with Asher... I wanted to be the only name he moaned or thought of when his hand drifted down his body while he was tucked up in his room at the bunkhouse.
A shaky breath left him when I flipped him over onto his stomach.
He went easily, pliant under my hands in a way that made something animalistic stir low in my gut. I reached over, smoothing my palm over the curve of one ass cheek, fingers digging into the firm muscle I found there.
Months spent on this ranch had done wonders for his body. It was all built into him now, every lean muscle earned by the sweat and blood he’d poured into this place, every taut line sculpted, and it showed in every inch of him.
He was perfect—to pin beneath me and hold onto while I fucked him slow and deep.
My cock gave a sharp jerk at the thought, the image forming too vividly in my head. His thighs spread, my hands locked on his hips, pulling him back into me over and over until his face was buried in my mattress and his body was shaking from it.
His back arched with my touch, hips tilting up just enough while a soft, needy noise escaped him. “This isn’t you letting me touch you.”
“Later,” I murmured, dragging my hand down the inside of his thigh before sliding it back up to part his cheeks.
I stilled again.
His hole clenched, tight and fluttering around nothing, tempting me to lean down and wet it with my tongue.
Fuck.
Instead, I hovered over him, barely holding back. I skimmed my fingers along the rim, teasing him with just the pad of one finger. His breath hitched again, his hips subtly rocking backward, trying to push my finger inside that greedy little hole of his.
“You’re trouble,” I growled.
“The good kind,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me.
Parting from him, I slid off the edge of the bed quickly and headed over to my dresser to where I’d stashed lube and condoms hours ago. He watched me from where he was spread out on the bed, his hoodie still bunched up at his chest.
Keeping it on him would give me something to hold onto while pressing him into the mattress.
Then again, the thought of sliding my palms across every inch of him, mapping out the dips and planes of his body, watching the little tremors chase up his spine as I touched him just right, was even more tempting.
I tossed the condom onto the bed next to him along with the lube, watching the way his eyes tracked both. I stopped at the edge of the bed, fingers curling into the waistband of my jeans, and shoved them down my thighs in one rough motion before kicking them off to the side.
The second my knees hit the mattress, he rolled himself back over, propping up onto his elbows. His gaze trailed slowly down the length of me, halting the second it reached my cock, his eyes growing more hazy like he wanted to devour every inch.
Before I could reach for him, he beat me to it.
He wrapped his hand around my cock in one smooth motion, fingers tight. The squeeze was just firm enough to knock the breath out of me and made me jerk my hips forward with a guttural sound that got caught in my throat.
He stroked me once, lazily, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip to smear the precum already beading there. My body jolted again, hips twitching toward him like they were chasing the friction on instinct.
I darted my hand out, fisting it in the soft fabric of his hoodie, dragging him closer until I could feel the heat of his breath on my stomach.
“Keep that up and this is gonna be over fast,” I warned.
“Can’t have that,” he said, and then wrapped his mouth around me.
Both of us moaned together.
I was thankful that all the way up here, my mama was safe from hearing the debaucherous noises coming from my room. I had a feeling neither of us were going to be able to be quiet no matter how hard we tried to be.
Wasn’t in our nature, I guess.
He bobbed his head, lips stretched wide around my cock while he hollowed his cheeks with every pull. The sound, wet and obscene, filled the space between us.
He dragged his tongue along the underside of my length, tracing the sensitive ridge with practiced ease, like he already knew what would undo me. When he pulled back, he swirled the tip with a lazy flick of his tongue before swallowing me down again.
I kept my hand fisted in the collar of his hoodie, using it to keep him in place as I rolled my hips forward, slowly sinking deeper until his lips kissed the base of my cock. His nose pressed into the line of hair just below my navel, the heat of his breath fanning across my skin.
His throat flexed around me with a tight swallow, the pressure making my knees nearly buckle where I knelt. I bit back a curse, every muscle in my thighs coiled tight.
Asher’s gaze snapped up to meet mine. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and stretched around the thick length of me stuffed down his throat. His lashes fluttered with the effort it took to breathe through it, but he didn’t stop, didn’t so much as flinch.
He held my gaze as if to say, see what I’ll do for you?
Fucking Christ. It wrecked me.
I cradled the back of his head with my hand without even thinking, not pulling him closer this time, just holding. Anchoring me because nothing had ever looked better than Asher Torres swallowing my cock like he’d been waiting for this since the day we met.
Maybe he had. He did claim he had a crush on me since then.
“You look too good like this,” I rasped, brushing some of his hair away from his face. “Might have to keep you right here every damn night.”
He hummed around me, the vibration sparking a white-hot bolt down my spine.
I was already so fucking close and we’d barely just gotten started.
Before I exploded, I pulled him back by his hoodie and slid out of that hot, wet mouth, catching sight of the the saliva coating me as it dripped down onto the mattress. My cock twitched, hit by the sudden cool air around us.
I grabbed at the hem of his hoodie, tugged it up over his head, and tossed it onto the floor somewhere before putting a hand to his chest and pushing him back down onto the bed. He went without a fight, both of his legs parting again to fit me between them.
Grabbing the bottle of lube and popping it open, I coated my fingers in it generously, rubbing it between them until it was warm.
Asher’s gaze followed the line of my fingers, hooking his hands behind his knees to pull his legs back without me asking, opening himself up for me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You’re bein’ so good for me,” I murmured, the words slipping out before I could think twice.
I hadn’t meant for the words to come out, at least not like that.
Asher’s gaze lifted to meet mine, lashes fluttering as a soft moan escaped him. His lips parted around a breathless laugh, like he hadn’t expected the praise. “You think so?”
I traced my fingers lightly along the delicate ring of muscle, teasing the tight, fluttering rim with soft circles. I glanced up at him, making sure I had his full attention when I answered. “Of course I do. You always are.”
The line between his brows deepened just slightly the minute I pressed two slick fingers past his rim and slid them inside slowly, carefully. His breath hitched, his thighs twitching as they tensed from the sudden intrusion. But he didn’t stop me.
“Relax, baby,” I murmured, leaning down just enough to press a kiss to the inside of one of his knees. “Let me take care of you.”