Page 54 of Creatures Like Us

I want to show him everything. All the pleasures he’s been missing out on. This is far from enough; I need to give myself to him, and he needs to fucking understand that he can’t ever leave me.

“Asher?…,” he moans. “I think I’m going to?…”

Go ahead, I think, mouth full of his cock.Go ahead and come, and I’ll get to know what it feels like to get filled with… Wow. My eyes widen as his cock pulses in my mouth and spurts with cum. I make sure to keep it all in my mouth, wanting to feed it to him after. I try to keep my lips tight around him, prolonging his pleasure as much as I can.

When I think he’s done, I rise from my knees and grab his panting face, making him taste himself, determined that he’s going to remember this for the rest of his life, and that it will be alonglife, damn it. He won’t leave me. He’ll stay here with me, and I’ll stay here with him.

Our tongues meet as I push his cum into his mouth, and his whimpered breath makes me want to push him down on his knees and have him return the favor. He looks pretty fuckingdone for when I stop kissing him, though, so I tuck his soft dick back into his pants, and I give him one last kiss on the tip of his nose.

“How was that?”

“How was?…?Wow.” He’s leaning against the wall, his legs still trembling. “Asher, that was?…”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Really fucking good.”

I smirk at the profanity coming out of his mouth. He almost never swears, but now that I’ve sucked his cock, he does.

I wonder what he’ll say once he’s fucked me.

After a look around the kitchen, I spot a dusty-looking bottle of olive oil by the stove. It’s not ideal, but it will work in a pinch.

“What’s that for?” Noah asks.

“Don’t be such a virgin,” I tease, and I take his hand and lead him toward the basement door.

“Ash.”

“Shut up. Just come with me.”

“I have lube, you know.”

I stop in the middle of the stairs so suddenly that I almost fall headfirst into the darkness. “You do?”

“Well, yeah. I use it for masturbating.”

I would laugh, but I’m way too wired and impatient. “Well, go get it, then. I’ll wait for you.”

Noah turns around, and I go down into the basement and sit on the bed. The bed where I’ve spent so many hours being furious with him and plotting his death. The bed where I’ve sweated out my cravings and replaced them with cravings for Noah. It’s not like I don’t get those cravings for drugs anymore, but at least for now, I’m distracted enough that I don’t think about them.

Except for now. So let’s just?…?stop thinking about them and focus on getting my clothes off instead. Perfect.

By the time Noah comes down the stairs, I’m lounging naked on the bed, trying to appear sexy, I guess.

Noah looks as blank-faced as ever. He just stands there, a bottle of lube in his hand, sliding his gaze up my body. I force myself to look at him in challenge, with one eyebrow raised, even though my heart is pounding with the attention and the anticipation of what we’re about to do.

“Come here,” I say softly. Noah sets the bottle of lube on the floor and kneels on the bed. I mirror his movements, sliding up in front of him and gripping the edge of his shirt. “Take this off.”

He lets me slide his shirt off, exposing his pale stomach, his slightly protruding ribs, his dusty pink nipples, and his angular shoulders.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d thinkyouwere the drug addict,” I say with a smirk.

His mouth tightens.

“It’s not a bad thing,” I say quickly. “You’re beautiful, Noah.”

I lean in to kiss the sharp jut of his collarbone, and as I move further up, kissing his throat, I feel him relax. I get stuck there, sucking on his skin, wanting to mark him and have him bear the proof of me long after we’re done with each other.