Page 78 of Darling
Cheeks hot, still not meeting his eyes, I mumble: “Iwas a bitjealous.”
“At the idea of me with Felix?”
I can’t even hide the full-body shudder that rolls over me at the fucking thought of it. “Yeah.”
He sighs softly. “You know, I wouldn’t mind watching youtwo fight it out. Two beautiful boys going at it right in front of me...”
“Is he more beautiful than me?” I ask.What?!What the fuck is my stupid-ass tongue on today?Shut the fuck up, Thomas.
He hooks his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to meet his eyes, finally. They’re dark and hot, and I can feel his dick harden against mine. “No,Asher,” he says firmly. “You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
I fall onto him, our mouths coming together in a fevered kiss as he tightens his arms around me. His facial hair scrapes and scratches at my skin, tongue dipping into my mouth as his fingers trace my spine.
“Christian…” I moan, boneless and breathless against him. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”
“Mmmmm, yes. I think it’s about time I did something about that, don’t you?”
I pull back to check he means it. “Can you?”
“I saw my own doctor when I was in London. He said everything looked more than fine, and sex should be quite safe. Though,” he sobers, “I didn’t explain to him I’d be having sex with America’s Porn Darling, Asher Fox. Perhaps I should call him and check.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” I laugh, hiding my face in his neck.
“I would like to clean up, though. I’ve been in these clothes for sixteen hours. I must smell horrendous.”
He doesn’t. He smells insanely good, actually, it’s partially why I’m rock hard. “No, you don’t.”
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up together.” He moves to stand, and I slip off his lap. Linking his hand through mine, he leads us toward the bathroom.
Twenty five
Christian
Telling the FCDO and Bridget that Leo had called with a personal emergency and that I had to get home was the easiest lie I’ve ever told. In actual fact, I hadn’t told anyone I was home a day earlier than planned. I’d booked an overnight commercial flight, took a taxi—stopping at the breakfast place down the street from Asher’s apartment that I knew he liked—and came straight here. No diplomatic security checks or government-appointed drivers. I felt almost normal. It wasn’t a terrible feeling.
We’d kissed slow and deep as the water ran from cold to hot and then to blisteringly hot in his shower. “It does that,” he’d explained distractedly while fiddling behind for the knob to adjust it, not breaking away from my mouth. He’d drawn his hands over every inch of my body like he’d been holding back before and was now free at last to touch me how he wanted and where he wanted. Small, talented hands smoothed over my throat, chest, stomach, thighs, and cock in almost worship.
As we dry ourselves off and move to the bed still half-damp, my heart is pounding a strong, steady rhythm in my chest. He spreads himself out on the bed and gives me a shy look, encouraging me to study him in all his naked, tempting glory. Heis divine.
I wasn’t lying when I told him he’s more beautiful than Felix. Felix’s beauty is classical, obvious, hard to argue with; it’s wrapped up in how he’s trained his body and how he holds himself. Asher’s beauty is something else—quiet and less discernible. Understated. A first look might even render it unremarkable, but when one took their time… well, his individual features are so perfectly formed so as to be almost preternatural. Heisthe most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. And now I get to be inside him.
“How do you want me?” he asks as he leans up on his elbows. The flesh of his stomach pulls tight across the well-maintained musculature as he does. Every inch of him is shaped to torture me, every eyelash, every fingernail, every individual hair around the base of his cock is perfect. Across his pelvis, his cock lies almost fully hard. I climb onto the bed and settle between his spread legs, lowering my head to take him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he gasps, falling onto his back. I coax him to full hardness with my tongue and lips, pulling off to kiss and lick my way down into the hot, earthy space between his legs. He spreads himself wider, opening himself up to me without hesitation or shame. When my tongue reaches his tight opening, he groans with pleasure, shoving his fists under his lower back to lift his hole up off the bed so I can get to it better.
“You’re so perfect, darling,” I tell him as I kiss across his inner thighs. “So beautiful.”
He’s biting at his lips, arching his back up needily. “So are you. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
“Where is your lubricant?”
A delighted look crosses his face, and he reaches a hand under his pillow, where he retrieves a clear bottle and hands it to me.
“Lubricant,” he says in what I’m sure is supposed to be a British accent. Raising an eyebrow, I take it from him and squirt some onto my hand before smothering my arousal with it. I’m exceptionally hard, thick and hot and desperate to be inside of him, to watch him break apart on my cock. I hand him the bottle back.
“Open yourself up for me, sweetheart,” I say. “I want to watch.”
Asher’s mouth parts in surprise, but he moves to obey at once. He takes the bottle and coats his hand, tossing it to the side as he brings a leg up and gets to work. I’ve watched him do this on a call, and in a solo video I stumbled across when I was in London and gone to bed missing him, and this is even more erotic. He gazes at me now the way he gazed at the camera, a sweet longing on his face that made you want to fall to your knees and promise him the earth, the way the sun seemed to find him, whatever position he was in, drawn to him in golden exaltation. He slides one finger inside himself at first, then another as he teases the opening, stretching it as he holds my eye.