Page 103 of Burning Deceptions
Asher reached for it and yanked open the top drawer. I’d been hoping for this, for weeks now, and had prepared. He pulled the bottle free with a condom.
“Want me to do the prep?” I asked.
“No. I want to. I’ve not done this, so I want to know everything.” Asher bit his lip and smiled at the same time. “I can’t figure out if I’m excited that we’re both clueless or nervous as fuck that we’re gonna mess up.”
I snickered. “Same. It’s like a magic eight ball in my brain. Every second, it turns over and says, ‘Concentrate and ask again.’”
Asher laughed. “Right? Oh, my God.” His laughter died off when I lifted my knees. He swallowed hard, blinked, then repeated, “Right. Oh, my God.”
Tone. Changed. Everything.
Asher’stanskinhada faint midnight-blue tint, the moon now crossing me, casting my nerves in stark relief. He sat between my legs and placed his spread hands on my shins. The hair on my legs tickled slightly as he rubbed against its natural pattern, over my bent knees, to my quads, then turned to add pressure to the insides of my thighs.
Hesitation warred with anticipation. This was all new, for both of us. Asher’s confidence bled into me, but I licked my lips in fear.
“With one word, we stop. I trust you, Luke. I trust you to tell me if you need a break.” He rubbed his thumbs hard over the backside of my legs, just under the curve of my ass. “So trust me, okay?”
I didn’t want to be the frightened one here. I didn’t want to be the nervous virgin. Nodding with several short bobs of my head, I said, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Asher winked. The split-second gesture was enough to force breath into my lungs, settling my nerves.
The cap on the lube snicked open. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
Tongue teasing one corner of his mouth, Asher poured the clear liquid onto his fingers, then smiled at me. “Ready?”
I nodded and chewed my bottom lip. Even expecting it, watching as he moved closer, I jolted when his fingers spread me and again when they touched that sensitive spot. As I had in the shower, I arched, cock dancing over my abs.
“Mmm, fuck. I like that,” he said. What, exactly, he didn’t explain, and I had too much focus on breathing to ask.
With miles of the unknown still ahead of us, stopping wasn’t on the horizon.
Asher kept one hand on me, all over me. He rubbed my leg, my hip, then teased me with a few tugs on my cock, enough to keep me hard and distracted as he rubbed and pushed with his other hand.
“Breathe, baby.”
I did.
He kissed the inside of my knee as a reward.
His eyes, dark and hooded this night, glittered as he scanned me from my face to where he danced his fingertips. “Do you know how hot you are?”
I shook my head. I’d been told I was attractive enough times to understand what others thought of me. But Asher didn’t mean it the same.
“Got me drippin’, Luke.” He thumbed precome from his slit and brought it to his mouth.
“Mine,” I hissed when he stuck his tongue out, ready to lick it clean.
Asher raised a brow but didn’t say anything, only pushed harder and breached me.
“Fuck,” I barked, then narrowed my eyes. “Mine,” I growled.
“That’s right.” He leaned in and gave me my prize.
I sucked his thumb into my mouth and held it with my teeth as I lashed the tip. Bitter and salty, but somehow delicious.
“Damn.”
I opened my eyes. Asher had his lower lip between his teeth as he stared, the hand between my legs steadily moving. The pressure wasn’t bad, different but not bad. And after a few seconds longer, I moaned. No, fuck no, the pressure was good. So much sensation.
