Page 41 of The Last Time

“I’m sick,” I blurt out.

“Yes, you are,” he replies with a cool, easy tone.

“I don’t want to…” I begin but can’t get the words out. “If I…my mouth has germs. They would get you sick.”

Oh, shit. I’m totally screwing this up.

His eyebrows raise. “Your mouth could get me sick.”

“But like…only if it was on your mouth.”

His head tilts to the side as he watches me with interest. “Yes, your mouth on mine could get me sick.”

Just do it. Say it! Take this opportunity—your dream man standing in front of you half-naked.

I take a deep breath.

“But my mouth on other parts of you would be fine,” I say as I try to stand tall with confidence.

It’s his turn to be speechless. I watch his throat bob.

“What are you saying, Charlotte?” he says with a raspy voice.

“I’m saying that I want to do something for you, something I’ve wanted to do since I was seventeen.”

I’m tired of talking about it, and he’s clearly not saying no. I move my hand and run it over the towel, feeling his hard length underneath.

His sharp intake of breath gives me the courage to continue. I walk into the bathroom and push him until his ass hits the counter.

“You’ve wanted to do what since you were seventeen? Wait, you wanted me at seventeen?” he asks.

I slide my fingers under the top of his towel, where it’s holding it together, and tug until it falls to the ground.

It’s my turn to lose my breath. His long, thick cock is huge as it bobs right in front of me. It’s already hard and ready to be played with.

“Of course, I wanted you,” I say, though I’m slightly distracted by how perfect every part of Asher is.

He seems a bit nervous as he fumbles over his words. “I had no idea,” he begins as I fall to my knees. “I mean, I think I noticed you looking at me sometimes, but I never really thought it meant anything.”

I wrap my hand around his dick and give it a good tug.

“Oh, fuck!” His head falls back in pleasure, and yet he continues to talk. “You were so young.”

I watch him curiously as I circle my tongue around his tip. He starts to talk faster, more franticly.

“I couldn’t let myself see you that way. It’s not because you weren’t beautiful.”

He’s still going when I wrap my lips around him and slide all the way down his shaft. He bites out a guttural moan.

“Because you were beautiful. So damn beautiful. But I was twenty-two at the time. Plus, I was seeing someone.”

I pop off him. “Do you always talk this much when a girl is going down on you?”

He huffs out a laugh. “I don’t.” He runs his hands through my hair in the most delicious way, then grabs my hair and holds on tight. It’s hot as hell. “You’re just driving me out of my damn mind.”

I smile. “Good. That’s the plan.”

Instead of wasting any more time talking, I slide my mouth back down his shaft, moaning as I go down. He tastes delicious.

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