Page 53 of Burning Deceptions
Then we met. Soft and lazily, we barely nibbled each other. The tips of our tongues lightly touched. He tasted of sugar and coffee. He tasted like mine, as if he had been all along, but only now could I confirm it.
“We’ll take it slow,” I breathed against him.
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly and placed his hand on the back of my neck. “So slow.”
He kissed me again, nothingslowor soft about it. With his hand holding me, commanding me, I gave in.
Weak, my father’s voice threatened in my mind, but the sound of my own moan drowned the word. I didn’t care. I didn’t care that this young man had my legs shaking and my cock weeping.
Asher licked my shivering lips. It was sloppy, but I loved it, wanted more of it. I opened to him, let him lead, and he took me.
“Fuck,” he whispered before taking me again.
He sinfully teased as much as he pleased me with his tongue. The hand at my neck remained, holding me steady as much as keeping me in place for his fun. And fuck me, he was having fun. He smiled, moving my mouth when his curled, licking behind my swollen lips.
At some point, he’d placed his other hand on my leg. He moved it higher, making me want to jump out of my skin or beg. I couldn’t decide.
“The way you tremble …” His hand reached my hip and gripped hard. “When you come,” he whispered. “You’re gorgeous falling apart, Luke.”
Asher trailed his fingertips over my lap to my straining erection. Jesus, who was this mastermind, this puppeteer holding my strings? If he wanted me to dance, I would. Plead for more? I so fucking would.
“Asher,” I hissed when he soothed his long fingers down my length. This wasn’t slow.
“I wanna make you come.” He gripped me, and I hummed to mask the whimper crawling up my throat. “I need it. I want it.”
“P-please,” I begged.
He fumbled with the clasp on my trousers, never ceasing the manipulation of my mouth, my good sense. I was about ready to help him when his warm palm smoothed over my cock.
“So hard for me,” he groaned. “Fuck, I wanna make you so wet, leave you a mess like last time.”
The whimper left me loud and proper.
Asher chuckled, all dark and evil. “You like that, huh?” He stroked slow and steady to the root, then whirled his fingers over my balls. “You like me taking the lead like this?”
I nodded. “Do you … Oh, fuck,” I breathed as he tugged on my sac.
“Do I like it?”
I nodded again. Safer. Words … Tricky things.
“Touch me, Luke. Find out how much I like this. How much I’m dying to watch you lose control.”
Could I? Did I dare? First, I had to release the death grip I had on his leg, but I managed. His muscles were trim and hard beneath my palm. The texture of the denim scraped my skin, focusing me, until my fingertips bumped the tip of his dick.
“Mmfph,” I whined.
Asher hissed, then grinned. “You’re killing me, baby.”
That word again. I closed my hand over him, and his hips bucked.
“See? Jesus Christ, you’ve got me so hard.”
Asher removed his hand, spat in it, then stroked me in earnest. My eyes rolled back. My breaths came short and quick. I curled and flexed my fingers as much as I could around his length, but nothing more.
“Ash—” I swallowed. “Asher, God. Don’t stop.”
“No fuckin’ way.”
