Page 60 of Darling
Christian’s cheeks flush, and he looks at me. “Um, right then. Good to know.”
Cole moves to pull me into a bear hug, and the distinct scent of my own sweat fills my nose. “Keep up the good work, Ash. You’re fucking killing it.”
“Um, I’ll try. Thanks again. That was really fun.”
And then he’s gone, chilled, easy energy slipping out of the room with him, leaving Christian and me alone.
“So, what do you fancy to eat?” he asks, wandering across the room. I see him cast a lingering look at the couch as he scoops up the room service menu. “I can place the order while you’re in the bath.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, despite everything in me telling me he’s absolutely fine, telling me not to make this weird.
He lifts his head. “Yes, yes, I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?”His voice is casual but definitely a pitch higher than usual, like he’s trying very hard to reassure me that he is, in fact, alright.
“Um, I dunno, you just watched a live sex show featuring someone you’re intimately involved with, so it wouldn’t be weird if you had some feelings about it. You dipped out of the room pretty fast the moment it was over.”
He clears his throat and glances away from my eyes. “Well, yes, that was a rather pressing concern given the circumstances.”
“The circumstances?”
He gives me a meaningful look which I understand implicitly.
“Oh.”
“Asher, you must know how…” he searches for the word, “affectingyou are when you’re… like that.”
I shrug. “I mean, I’d like to know how I affectyouwhen I’m like that.” That’s all I really care about right now. His gaze sharpens as he considers his words a few moments before saying in a rough voice:
“Every single part of you affects me, Asher. Even standing there, stretched from another man’s cock, his taste and scent all over you—I’m on my knees.”
A rush of heat hits me in the face, furnace-like. I swallow. “You’re standing, actually.”
He tosses the menu, and in five strides he’s across the room, where he drops to his knees at my feet. He tilts his head up, eyes dark and hot as burning coals.
“I was very aroused watching you be fucked, exceptionally aroused. I don’t know what sort of man that makes me, but I do wonder if given these proclivities, and given your occupation, it makes you rather perfect for me.”
I blink, stunned. “Rather perfect for you? You know, for someone constantly warning me off, you sure give mixed signals.”
Concern flashes across his face, and he moves to stand, but I move quicker, straddling him where he kneels to keep him where he is. “Don’t,” I say. “Stay here.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight into his body, his head hooking over my shoulder. He sighs. “You like me on my knees.”
“I like you everywhere.”
His hold tightens, and he turns his head to take a deep inhale of the skin at the base of my skull. “It should drive me insane, smelling him on you, and it does… but Christ, it also makes me want you even more.” I close my eyes and sink into him while he presses tender kisses over my shoulder, across my collarbone, then my throat, to the other shoulder. “How did he feel?”
“Really good…” I whine as he sucks at my pulse point. “But I wished it was you, I always do. I can’t wait to feel you inside me again. I think about your dick all the time.”
He makes some low feral noise and shifts, lowering me onto my back on the carpet, where he quickly tugs off my sweatpants.
“Show me it,” he demands.
I hook my hands behind my knees and lift them, presenting my hole to him. It feels open and used, wet still from the lube and Cole’s spit, and his eyes darken even further. “Fuck,” he sighs. “It’s perfect… so perfect.” And then his finger is rimming it, tender strokes of the sensitive skin around it. My hole clenches hungrily. When he dips a finger inside me, I grab my dick. “That’s it, darling, play with yourself for me.” I do as I’m told, watching in a daze as he pulls himself out of his trousers and begins to jerk off as he continues playing with my hole. “I think I’m going to come all over this slutty little hole.”
“Shit. Yes, please.”
He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I pull harder on my dick. He praises me as he fucks his own fist, praises my skin,my face, my hole, my dick. I’m perfect, he says, so perfect for him, and the moment I feel his cum, hot and wet on my hole, I bust. More intense than the orgasm with Cole, more intense than most orgasms I’ve ever had, honestly. Everything with Christian is more intense, more like I’m doing these things for the first time or like this is the first time they matter, where they mean more than sex, more than intimacy even. Where I connect truly with another person who sees every single part of me, and there’s nothing he doesn’t like.
He crowds over me, fully clothed, and I can feel the damp, hot skin of his cock as it attaches itself, skin to skin, against my thigh. He kisses one nipple, then the other, before settling next to me on the floor, breathing hard. I’m spent. Entirely flattened. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to sleep here.