Page 63 of Pretty Poison
Asher curled his fingers around Rocky’s flesh. “There are other ways of being intimate that don’t involve sex,” Asher said. “I’ll explore each and every one of them with you.”
Keeping his eyes locked on Asher’s, Rocky said, “I woke up on your side of the bed this morning—well, yesterday—with my face buried in your pillow. Smelling you on my sheets made me so fucking hard, and I came while thinking about you.”
“God, getting out of bed had been the most difficult thing I’d ever done in my life.”
Rocky scowled up at him as steam filled the small room. “You apprehend the scariest fugitives in the world.”
“I do,” he agreed. “You were draped over me again and sleeping hard enough to drool on my chest. You made the most pitiful noise when I tried to roll out from under you. You even whispered for me not to go.” Asher cupped Rocky’s face and pressed their foreheads together. “I’d much rather track down drug cartel members who’ve infiltrated our cities than disappoint you.” After a quick kiss, Asher released Rocky’s cock and shoved the shower curtain aside. He stepped over the edge of the tub and extended a hand toward Rocky. “Didn’t you mention something about helping me?”
Rocky placed his hand in Asher’s and stepped into the tub. “I did.” Asher closed the shower curtain, then pulled Rocky into his arms for a languid kiss. Desire thrummed through Rocky’s body, and that alone was a huge victory. Rather than trying to build on it or twist it into something he wasn’t ready for, Rocky just let it wash over him.
When they separated to catch their breaths, Asher reached for his shower gel. “I’d love to stay in here all night with you, but we both need sleep.”
Rocky took the bottle from him and poured a generous amount into his palm. “For once, I’m not afraid of falling asleep.”
“You’re not?” Asher said.
Rocky rubbed his hands together to form a lather. “Huh-uh.” He placed his palms on Asher’s chest, rubbed the soap over his skin in large circles. His husband sucked in a sharp breath when Rocky’s thumbs grazed over his hard nipples. “I thought I was fighting sleep because of the nightmares, but that wasn’t it, or at least not the entire reason.”
“What was?”
His hands stilled on Asher’s torso. While it was too late at night for the conversation they needed to have, Rocky wanted to show Asher that he was ready to bare his soul. “I woke up each morning regretting that I left you and not knowing how to fix it, or if I should even try.”
“Christ, Ford,” Asher groused. “And here I thought you were happily building a new life without me.”
“I was building a life without you, but I wasn’t happy about it. I stumbled along okay until my jackass best friends fell in love and reminded me of everything I’d given up. Then you appeared out of the darkness like an apparition at Cameron Spencer’s house, and I realized my life had become a fucking Dickens novel. The ghosts of my past, present, and future visited me each night in my sleep. I just wasn’t as smart as Scrooge.”
Asher grinned. “You didn’t shove open your windows and yell at the kid on the street to go buy the biggest goose?”
Rocky chuckled. “No.”
He slid his hands lower on Asher’s belly, relishing the feel of his husband’s muscles flexing and responding to his touch. Rocky continued the downward trek until his fingers slid through Asher’s pubic hair and curled around the erection jutting from his pelvis. Rocky cupped Asher’s balls with his other hand.
“You don’t need—”
“I want to,” Rocky said. And he did. After the shooting, Rocky had reached for Asher out of obligation or fear of losing him. Now, pleasuring his husband felt like the thing he wanted most in the world. No, not wanted. Needed.
Rocky dropped to his knees in the tub and took his time washing Asher’s legs. Christ, he loved the strength in this man, but most especially his powerful thighs. He loved being under them, between them, or bouncing on them as he rode Asher’s cock. Rocky wanted to sink his teeth into them, so he did. His husband grunted and flexed his muscles but made no move to get away. Rocky lifted his head and met Asher’s hungry gaze as he slid his hands down to wash his husband’s tight calves. Hell, even his feet were sexy, but Rocky ignored those for the time being. He stayed on his knees and tilted his head up to meet Asher’s intense gaze. Placing his hands on Asher’s hips, Rocky guided him back a step to rinse the soap off his husband’s body. Rocky ducked his head under the spray and wrapped his lips around the tip of Asher’s cock, circling his glans and rubbing his tongue against the sensitive spot beneath it.
Asher balled his hands into fists at his sides instead of sliding them into Rocky’s hair as he usually would. Rocky wanted to feel those strong fingers digging into his scalp and yanking on the strands as Asher surrendered to the pleasure. He released Asher’s cock and balls to guide his husband’s hands to where he wanted them—needed them. Rocky dropped his hands to his lap and silently begged Asher to treat him as he would have before the shooting.
Asher’s caress was gentle at first. He ran a hand over Rocky’s hair without tangling his fingers in it. His husband ghosted the backs of his fingers over Rocky’s cheek and traced his stretched lips as he slowly inched his cock deeper inside Rocky’s mouth. Asher’s long eyelashes fluttered, and his lids drooped but didn’t close. Rocky pressed his tongue up to tease every inch of Asher’s dick as he fed it to him. Those tentative fingers tightened ever so slightly against Rocky’s head. He knew which buttons to push to drive his husband crazy, and he would press them over and over until all of Asher’s hesitation washed down the drain.
Rocky tightened his lips around Asher’s cock, applying more suction and earning a grunt from his husband as his reward. Still, Asher maintained rigid control over his forward thrusts, keeping them short and halting before hitting the back of Rocky’s throat. Asher’s body trembled with restraint, and Rocky tasted his husband’s salty essence on his tongue. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Asher gave in and fucked his face properly.
Asher cupped the back of Rocky’s head and snapped his hips forward, this time going deeper and making Rocky gag a little. His husband’s eyes widened in alarm, and Rocky feared he’d call the whole thing off. He gripped Asher’s ass in both hands and shoved his face forward, swallowing Asher’s cock all the way down until Rocky’s nose was buried in Asher’s pubic hair.
Rocky swallowed around Asher’s cock, and his husband let out a roar loud enough to make any Celtic warrior proud. Asher eased back out of his throat, allowing Rocky to catch his breath before pushing back in deep. Rocky’s eyes watered, and his throat burned, but it was the most alive he’d felt in a long time. The tears that slipped down his cheeks were tears of joy, not pain or sorrow.
“Guess what I was thinking about when I took a shower this morning?” Asher asked, snapping his hips hard enough to make his balls slap against Rocky’s chin. “This right here. You on your knees and staring at me with those fuck-me eyes. Christ, it’s even better than I remembered.” Asher’s hips jerked as he lost rhythm, and more of his essence landed on Rocky’s tongue. He was getting closer.
Rocky teased the crack of Asher’s ass, circling the puckered rim and tapping the pad of his finger against his entrance. Rocky relaxed his throat and breathed through his nose as Asher increased his tempo. His pucker flexed against Rocky’s finger, so he pressed harder but not enough to penetrate him. He knew the frustration would drive Asher wilder, so he circled, tapped, pressed, and repeated until Asher’s hips jerked one last time, and he spilled down Rocky’s throat.
Asher continued to buck against his face until the last drop fell, then he helped Rocky to his feet. Asher wrapped his arms around Rocky and kissed him deeply, not minding the taste of his own cum. Asher continued devouring his mouth until the water temperature started to drop. Rocky was reluctant to leave their steamy oasis, but they could continue their exploration someplace where they weren’t at the mercy of a water heater.
Rocky reached around Asher to switch off the water and snagged their towels from the rack outside the shower. They made quick work of drying off before heading to Rocky’s bedroom. The air-conditioning’s chill caused goose bumps to form all over Rocky’s body during the short trip, but Asher rubbed them away when he pulled Rocky into his arms.
Asher kissed him with a renewed fervor that made Rocky tingle in all the right places, but he wasn’t sure it would be strong enough, and he didn’t want to disappoint his husband.