Page 58 of Darling
“Tell me how much you need it, beautiful, let me hear you say it.”
“I need it really fucking bad,daddy.”
I swallow. It’s getting harder to watch this because I’m extremely aroused now. More aroused than I have any right to be in front of a complete stranger, and Asher has shown me at every opportunity how much he wishes it was me fucking him right now. And Lord knows I wish it was. But I can’t bloody ejaculate here. And if I get up and leave, he’ll think it’s for another reason altogether.
Cole climbs off the couch and stands, pulling Asher to him to kiss him long and deep, thick tattooed arms wrapping around his much smaller body. They kiss for a long time, sexily and noisily, the unmistakable sound filling the suite. When Cole hooks his hands under Asher’s arse and lifts him, Asher’s legs curl around to hook behind his back. It looks to take no effort to hold Asher like this, and when he angles his dick up into his hole and begins to fuck him, I can only marvel at the strength on display. It’s beautiful to watch, the contrast of their bodies, one large and marked with dark intricate designs set against the compact, smooth, pale-gold tangle of Asher’s limbs. Asher likes this a lot, too, I can tell.
“That’s it, baby, bounce that pussy on my dick. Show me how much you love it.”
Asher complies, hips and thighs working together to give him the angle he needs. He throws his head back, whining andpanting, as Cole lifts and drops him in a sensual rhythm for what feels like a long time. Then, gentle as a baby, and with his cock still deep inside him, he sets him down on the sofa and begins to fuck him slowly again. Affectionate, he reaches up to push a tumble of dark hair away from Asher’s face. He whispers, “You’re so pretty, baby. Look at you…”
The angle I have is side-on, and so I see him smile lazily. “Thank you. You’re really hot, too.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
“I do,” Asher says softly, kissing him. When Cole closes his eyes and presses a tender kiss to Asher’s forehead, I feel a strange drop in my gut. “I like how you fuck me.”
Cole looks pleased. “I like fucking you, baby. So much. I wanna do it all the time…”
“You can do it whenever you want.”
I feel a second drop, heavy as a hangman’s noose.
Cole begins to speed up, reaching between them to take Asher’s dick in his hand, stroking smoothly. Asher makes a delicious noise then, protesting at the pleasure almost. But I’m too distracted to enjoy it now. The idea of this man fucking Asher whenever he wants to, of Asher liking it. It’s just words, spoken for the camera; it’s my reaction to them that’s worrying me. I’m pathologizing just why this is when Asher gasps, loud and pretty.
“I’m getting really close,” he tells Cole.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
“Fuck… yeah… I’m gonna…”
“Let me see it, come for me, show me that load.”
Asher bucks up off the sofa as he comes, eyes squeezed closed as Cole milks him of his orgasm
“Shit, yes. Come around my cock.” He laughs a little. “Look at you. I bet it tastes so fucking good, baby.”
When he’s done, Asher swipes a finger through the messon his stomach and holds it out to Cole. Sucking it, he begins to fuck Asher in earnest. It doesn’t take him long, and just as I’m analysing how awful it’s going to be watching another man come inside of Asher, Cole pulls out. He orgasms in loud, almost violent shudders which seem to last an eternity, and all the while, Asher gazes up at him, eyes glittering.
Laughing, Cole falls onto Asher’s chest and both of them let out deep, satisfied-sounding sighs.
“Well, that was really great,” he says.
“Mmmm. Yeah. We gotta do that again REAL soon,” Cole says, kissing Asher chastely on the cheek before climbing off him. I don’t realise I’m holding my breath until Cole springs up and claps his hands together in front of the camera and announces: “Annnnnd cut.”
Twenty
Asher
“‘America’s porn darling’,” Cole says with a grin. “I get it, man. I get it now.”
I laugh. “Oh,nowyou get it?”
As he moves off to deal with the camera, I shoot a look across the room at Christian, giving him a hesitant smile, which he returns as he stands and comes toward me.
“Hey, a lot of things get said in this business and only like 20% of them turn out to be true,” says Cole. “Harley said you were special, but he talks like 80% crap, so I had my doubts.”
“Well, tell Harley thanks, I guess.”