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I go to pull out. “I’m going to—”
“In me,” he orders, tightening his hold. “Give me it. I want all of it.”
I let go. My orgasm rushes out of me and into him in great shuddering waves of white-hot, blinding pleasure.
“Asher… Christ, you’re perfect… you’re so perfect…” I kiss and suck and scrape my teeth over the skin while he trembles in my arms. When my own orgasm is over, I reach down to feel his dick still hard and throbbing.
I begin to jerk him before he stops me with a gasping, “Wait,” and shifts onto his back again. Pulling his legs wide to offer me a view of his well-used hole, he says, “Put your fingers back in,please. Fuck me with them till I come.”
I groan.This fucking boy.
Sliding two fingers inside him as deep as I can, twisting them very slightly until Asher’s eyes roll back and he nods. “Yeah, fuck, right there.” Then I start to thrust. Gasping, Asher grabs his dick almost violently and begins to jerk it, and I watch the pleasure build on his face. A bit lip, a tense stomach, his free hand fondling his balls. When I lean in to lick the head of his dripping cock, he curses and whines. He’s very close now.
“Come for me, beautiful boy,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the thin skin adjacent to his cock. My fingers work in and out, fucking him as he works himself to orgasm. I could do this for hours, watch this for hours; he looks so beautiful like this. Then his breath hitches, and I can feel him tighten around my fingers, fist-like, hot muscle clenching as pleasure tears through him. His body tenses as he lifts his ass off the bed to thrust his cock into the air as delicious ropes of white lash over his tight stomach. It’s thrilling to be this close to it. His pleasure, his art. In its most raw and carnal form.
I withdraw my fingers from him with great care, running them over his cock and stomach to scoop up some of the hot mess there, sucking it into my mouth as I settle next to him on the bed. He has one hand flung over his eyes as his chest rises and falls erratically. Eventually, though, he lifts his hand from his eyes to look at me. A small, embarrassed (?) smile plays on the side of his mouth, eyes sleepy with satisfaction.
“I’m still alive, don’t worry,” I say.
“That’s good, because I think I might be dead.”
“Don’t you do this for a living?”
Something flickers over his eyes, but it’s gone in an instant. “I guess. Didn’t get much time to prepare for this one, though—preparation is everything in porn.”
“Is that so? I thought it might belubricant.”
He laughs a full-body laugh, delicate limbs shaking with the force of it.
“I’m sort of obsessed with how you say that.”
“Yes, I noticed,” I say, sleep rushing at me like a great wave. London, the flight, and the sex have thoroughly wiped me out. I could sleep for a week as long as he stays right here next to me. Throwing an arm over his body, I tug him closer. “I need to sleep.”
“I’ll need to change my sheets if we do that.”
“Hmmmm… alright…” My eyes are already closing.
“Christian?”
His voice sounds far away now, like a soft melody floating over a stone wall.
“Hmmm?”
“I’m really happy you came back early.”
“Me too, darling. Me too.”
He mutters something else, but I fall off the cliff into unconsciousness before my brain is able to process it.
Twenty six
Asher
After Christian passes out, and he does pass out—on his front with his face mushed against the pillow—I climb out of bed, pull closed the curtains, and tiptoe out of the room. I’m not tired. I’m energetic. Blood and endorphins are dancing around my body like it’s Mardi Gras.
He came home early.
He came home early because he missed me, because he wanted to spend time with me. There was no fucking journalist, and he came home early. He brought me breakfast. He fed me and fucked me and fingered me, and we both had a fantastic time. The sex had been everything I wanted it to be. Intimate, hot, and natural. It didn’t feel like I was putting on a show, or performing for him, like there were expectations I had to live up to, like he wanted me to demonstrate just why I’d gotten thatDazedfeature and the stupid nickname that followed me everywhere I went. It just felt like two people who liked each other, having sex because they liked each other and wanted to.