Page 25 of Nothing to Fear (Wicked Games #1)

Silas

A sher sits at my desk while I lie on my stomach on my bed. We’re supposed to be preparing for a test, and I know it’s important for both of us to do well, but I can’t stop looking at him. It’s all so surreal.

Asher Ambrose is sitting at my desk.

In my dorm room.

“I can feel you staring,” he says without looking up from his book and notes.

“Do you blame me?” I reply as he gets up from his chair and walks up behind me. I start to turn over as he steps out of view, but his grip on my thighs holds me down.

“Don’t move.” He’s using that deep, authoritative tone that drives me insane. I push my computer forward and drop my head on the bed.

“I didn’t tell you to stop studying,” he says as his fingertips dig into my thighs, massaging the tight muscles there. I normally see the athletic trainer or the massage therapist at this point in the season, but I’ve been too preoccupied to go. My muscles are feeling the impact .

“Mmm. That feels too good, Ash.”

“Study. You need to focus.”

I pull my laptop back down in front of me, holding myself up with my forearms to study while Asher works his magical fingers into my glutes. I practically buck off the bed with how good it feels. He works over the muscles, returning to my thighs and calves.

The words in front of me blend together as my body completely relaxes. As his hands move upward, he scoots higher, thumbs pressing deep into my lower back.

“Oh fuck.”

“You’re so tight. Just relax for me. Let me take care of you.”

His words steal the breath from my lungs, and I nearly start crying right there.

I’ve never heard them before. Not even from my parents.

They’re great, but they’re preoccupied. They’ve always been preoccupied.

We had nannies and chefs growing up and were sent away to boarding school.

I’ve been on my own for as long as I can remember.

Hell, my own dad is on campus with me daily, and he has no idea how much I’ve been struggling.

My heart trips over itself, and I know it’s too soon, I know it’s ridiculous, but I’m falling for Asher. I think a part of me fell for him the first day I met him freshman year. So much wasted time when I could have been here all along.

After Asher has practically put me in a coma with his talented hands, his fingers dip into the waistband of my joggers, pulling them down my legs and tossing them off to the side.

“Commando, huh?”

“Like you said, I should try freeballing it sometime.”

His hands palm my ass, squeezing and massaging as his chuckle reverberates through his body .

“You look wicked good, Si. Like a fucking buffet laid out in front of me. And you know what?”

“What?”

“I’m starving.”

His strong hands spread my ass cheeks, and then his mouth is there, hot and wet. He licks up my center, moaning as he goes. My fingers dig into the sheets below me as my breathing starts to come in heavy pants.

“You taste better than I imagined.”

Jesus Christ, is he serious? I’ve always wanted to experience this, but how do you ask a one-night stand, a random hookup, “Hey, want to give me a rim job?”

Asher eats my ass like his life depends on it, and there’s nothing I can do but hang on for the ride. My cock is impossibly hard, thick, and straining between my abdomen and the mattress. I know I’ve got to be leaking like a sonofabitch.

His warm tongue flicks against my hole as I press back against him, wanting more. Asher pushes against one of my thighs, pressing it up and outward so I’m more open for him.

“Fuck, look at you. Your asshole is glistening, baby.” His words shoot straight to my throbbing dick. Then his thumbs are there, swiping back and forth over my hole, stimulating the area. Pleasure pulses through me like a live wire.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, Si—at any point—otherwise I’m going to keep going.”

“Don’t stop, I need you.” Desperation is thick in my tone, and I’m not even ashamed by the whiny way it comes out. I am desperate for him. Desperate for touch. Desperate to feel. Desperate to get lost with him. Desperate to just be me without the fear of everything else that weighs me down.

“Good, I don’t think I could even if you begged,” he admits, and I know he’s full of shit.

He wouldn’t want to, but I know he’d stop right away if I said it and meant it.

Asher keeps playing with me, alternating between his soft tongue and his fingers, my hips gyrating, dry humping the bed below me.

Then his finger starts to press in, his tongue right there with it, and I practically see stars.

“Ohmygod, uhng, ahh!” My moans are unintelligible as he fucks me with his tongue and finger. Every new experience with Asher is the best one I’ve ever had, and I’m unraveling right below him.

Asher sits up between my legs, pulling free of my body, and I whine in protest.

“Where’s your lube?”

Shit, is Asher going to fuck me? I wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to. I haven’t been able to tell if he’s a top or a bottom, and we haven’t really asked each other. Maybe he’s a switch. As long as it’s Asher, I’m happy with whatever dynamic works for us. I just want him .

“End table.”

Asher quickly finds it, returning between my legs.

There’s a flick of the lid, the sound of the gel leaving the bottle, then his fingers are there, cold and wet, covered in lube to ease his way in.

He rims me first, building me back up, but then he’s thrusting a single finger inside me without warning, pressing in deep and staying there.

Glowing green skeleton bones flash behind my eyes, and I shake my head clear of the thought. I’m here with Asher. Not with the masked mystery man from Fright Night all those weeks ago.

Asher pushes in, jerking his hand against me and stretching me out, then a second finger joins in, that ring burning slightly from the intrusion. But Asher is stretching me so good; the burn giving way to the full feeling I love and crave so much .

“You’re gonna come from just my fingers in your ass, baby, I’m gonna milk you.”

There’s no way. I’ve heard of prostate milking, but I thought you still needed stimulation on your dick while it was done.

“Ash, that’s not . . .”

“Trust me. I’ll get you there. And I’m gonna blow your mind.”

It’s then that he finds my prostate, and I moan loudly, my entire body shaking with the tremor wracking through me.

“Oh hell, that’s pretty,” he moans, his voice deep and lust filled. I don’t know how he’s hanging on, how he’s not naked and driving his big cock inside me right now. Asher has the self-control of a monk.

He continues to work my prostate, massaging it gently as pleasure pulls tighter and tighter within me. He holds me down with his free hand to my lower back, not letting me fuck the bed or allowing my cock to have any friction. It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Silas, you take it so well.”

“Hell yes. Jesus, Ash, give me more.”

Asher milks me like a goddamn pro, my orgasm starting at the base of my spine, spiraling outward as my balls draw up tight against my body.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Come for me. You’re clenching me so tight.”

My orgasm slams into me like a storm meeting the shore.

Stars dance behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut, my body trembling against the onslaught as wave after wave crashes over me, pulling me under with no reprieve.

I swear I black out for a moment, and when I come to, Asher is pushing me onto my side, my body peeling back from the sticky mess I made between myself and my sheets .

“That was goddamn beautiful,” he says in awe as his eyes track over the mess.

“I-ugh-I,” I mumble.

Asher’s hands brush my hair out of my face. “Shh. Just breathe and come down from it. You feel okay?”

I nod, taking stock of my body. Asher pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs as he slips in next to me, clearly unbothered by the copious amounts of cum spread everywhere.

His arms pull me into him, my head resting against his chest. Asher’s heartbeat is strong as I listen intently to the organ pumping life through him.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers as he runs his hands sweetly through my hair. I’ve clearly never experienced any type of aftercare, and my heart loses it, butterflies taking flight deep in my stomach, emotion welling behind my eyes.

“Welcome to the club. I’ve been obsessed with you for years.”

Asher’s expression is one of shock at my admittance as he lifts his head to look down at me.

“What do you mean?”

I sigh roughly, then take a deep breath. I need to be open with him; I want to be open with him.

“Freshman year. I noticed you on the first day. I showed up at Corvus with these big plans to be open about who I am, live a normal life in a new place where no one had any preconceived notions about me. You were wearing a plain black T-shirt, ripped jeans, and had all these bracelets on your wrist. I was immediately attracted to you, but attraction aside, I was drawn to how confident you seemed; it was contagious, and I knew I wanted to be friends with you.”

“Jesus, Si, I would have loved that,” he tells me, and I can hear the honesty in his voice. “What did I do to change that? How’d you end up hating me?”

“Do you remember Ethics of Madness?”

“Yeah, vaguely.”

“I was in the class with you, and I was asked a question on the spot that I couldn’t answer because I was staring at you, daydreaming about how to talk to you.

Vulnerability is hard for me, Asher, so fucking hard.

And when you spoke up and answered the question, it made me look even more stupid.

I was embarrassed, and my insecurities caused me to not handle that emotion very well.

Eli cracked a joke about you being an ass-kisser, and it was that split-second decision of me laughing with him instead of defending you that changed everything.

I fell back into the jock role that has plagued me since middle school. It was easier than owning my shit.”

“So you just decided to hate me? Because I answered a question?”

“I lied to myself that I hated you, Ash, I treated you like shit to protect myself because I was jealous of you.”

His head bops back at my admission. I was—am—jealous of Asher Ambrose. And I’m okay with admitting that.

“Si . . .”

“No, really. You’re so carefree, Ash, so easy for everyone to like and talk to.

You’re outwardly and openly yourself in everything you do and say.

You come across like you have zero insecurities.

I’ve always wanted to be that. It didn’t help that I was so goddamn attracted to you that it physically hurt to look at you. ”

“Was?” I question with a smirk.

“Am.”

Asher smiles, swiping my hair out of my face again and leaning in to press a kiss against my lips. It’s soft and sweet and makes my heart do crazy things behind my ribs .

“I’m sorry. If I had known, I would have chased you down a long time ago. I never understood why you hated me so much. I get it now. I hate it, but I get it.”

“I’m sorry for treating you like shit.”

“It’s water under the bridge. Are you done running from me?”

“Are you going to chase me down if I do?”

“Yes.”