Page 69 of Pretty Poison
“Ohhhh God,” he groaned, bucking his hips as Asher swallowed him down inch by inch. Had his mouth always been this hot and wet? His tongue this wicked? “Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”
With his dark eyes locked on Rocky’s, Asher worked his mouth up and down Rocky’s shaft. The growling sounds Asher made were indecent and only turned him on more. Rocky yanked his own hair, wishing it was Asher’s instead. Then his husband pressed a lubed finger to his ass. Rocky tensed at first but relaxed when Asher just circled the rim without attempting penetration. It stimulated his nerve endings, triggering deeper cravings and allowing Rocky to relax his bunched muscles.
Asher sucked Rocky down to the root and swallowed. With his throat muscles milking Rocky’s glans, Asher slipped a finger inside Rocky’s ass. He tried not to buck deeper inside his husband’s throat when Asher curled his finger up and pegged his prostate, but he’d forgotten how sensitive he was. Asher was supposed to be in control, but Rocky was a greedy bastard.
He bucked his hips, riding Asher’s finger and fucking his mouth. “I’m going to come,” he warned in case Asher wanted to pull back. He didn’t.
Asher slipped a second finger inside his ass, pumping and priming the well as his saliva dripped down Rocky’s cock from his efforts. The pleasure built and built until the tension became painful, making Rocky feel like an unstable pressure cooker. He wanted the release more than anything, but he fought against it because he wasn’t sure when, or if, he’d be able to do it again.
Asher let Rocky’s dick slide free from his mouth and pulled his fingers from his ass. “Stay with me,” he said as he crawled up Rocky’s body with the lube in his hands.
Rocky took the bottle and drizzled it over Asher’s cock before stroking his fist up and down to slick his husband’s erection.
Asher captured his mouth for a deep kiss as he positioned his body between Rocky’s legs, lining up the head of his dick and slowly pushing inside. The penetration burned, and Rocky’s worst fears started to manifest when his arousal started to wane.
“Relax, baby. Let me in,” Asher said. “I’ll make you feel so damn good.”
Rocky breathed through the stretch and shifted his thoughts to how Asher felt in his arms. He raked his fingers through his husband’s hair and explored the broad muscles of his back. Then he dropped his hands to grip his husband’s ass with both hands, pulling him deeper inside. Asher’s hips bucked forward, and the head of his cock nudged Rocky’s prostate.
“Yes,” Rocky cried out. “More.”
Asher buried his nose in Rocky’s neck and began making love to him. Rocky locked his legs around his husband’s hips and his arms around Asher’s shoulders. His husband growled and increased the tempo of his thrusts, pushing Rocky past the pain and into pleasure so acute it stole his breath.
Rocky’s orgasm rippled through him with the strength of a tsunami, making his back bow up from the bed. His lips parted on a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over him. Asher grunted like a caveman as his body bucked and jerked, spilling inside Rocky. His husband went completely lax, his massive body pushing Rocky deeper into the mattress and making it harder for Rocky to breathe. Unlike the panic attacks, Rocky welcomed this kind of breathlessness.
Asher started to shift away from him, but Rocky tightened his embrace. “God, you wreck me.” His husband’s voice was a mixture of anguish and awe, echoing the volcanic emotions building inside Rocky. “Don’t you ever leave me again.”
“I won’t,” Rocky promised.
Asher peeled himself free a moment later. He reached down to snag his discarded T-shirt off the floor and cleaned the messes off their stomachs and cocks before tossing the shirt back onto the hardwood. Rocky wanted to protest his slovenly ways, but his body was still in the limp-noodle stage.
“Roll over,” Asher said.
“Are you always going to be this damn bossy, or just in bed?” Rocky asked, even as he turned onto his side, facing away from Asher. He knew what was coming next, and he loved it just as much as when his husband pinned him to the bed.
Asher curved his body around Rocky’s and pressed a kiss under his ear. “We’re still in bed, aren’t we?”
Rocky wanted to come up with a smartass reply and probably would have if he weren’t so exhausted. The orgasm was a much stronger sleep aid than melatonin or meditation, but Rocky tried to blink it away. If he gave in, he ran the risk of sleeping until noon. He was eager to dust off his accounting skills and—
“Stop thinking and go to sleep, Ford.”
“I should get up and start caffeinating my brain.” But he relaxed deeper into his pillow.
“When do you need to be in the office?” Asher asked.
If this were a typical week, he could work from home because Peter and Trudy would handle anything that walked through the agency door. This week was anything but ordinary, though it was hard to work up any regret when he was snuggled up next to his husband. Rocky pushed his ass harder against the spoon Asher had formed around him and yawned. “Not until nine thirty or ten. What about you?”
“I’m off today,” Asher said. “Go back to sleep for a little bit. I’ll make sure you’re awake in time.” His husband tightened his hold around Rocky’s waist. “I’ll even make you an omelet first.”
“Fine.”
Asher chuckled. “Like you ever stood a chance.”
As promised, Asher kissed Rocky awake ninety minutes later. “Go hop in the shower. I’ll start coffee and breakfast.”
“Or you could get in the shower with me.”
“I promised to make you breakfast.” And Asher always kept his promises. Unlike him.Asher swatted Rocky’s ass, then rolled away from him. “That wasn’t a dig, Ford.”