Page 31 of Age of Shade

Asher allows me to push him over. He looks straight out of every fantasy I’ve ever had, sprawled on the bed with his hair a mess and bare chest heaving. I’ve wanted this for so long, to make this man feel just as good as he’s made me feel.

He gives so much, but tonight, I want him to take.

“Are dentists usually this hot?” I muse, shifting so my legs are straddling one of his lean, muscular ones. Reaching out, I touch the line of dark-brown hair that trails from his belly button anddisappears beneath the striped band of his boxers. Boxers that are stretched taut over his hardness.

Above me, there’s a ragged laugh. “I’m thankful for the gym routine now that I need to keep up with a twenty-one-year-old.”

Something tells me he wouldn’t have a problem with that, even if he didn’t work out. The man is insatiable.

“It’s your own fault.” I lower my head, gently kissing the tender patch of skin just above his waistband, and his cock twitches. As I brush the wet spot where pre-cum has soaked through the cotton, heat flairs low in my belly.

He helps me pull his boxers out of the way. Tempting as it may be to stare at him for ages, to draw this out, I know it’s not going to happen the moment his cock is free. Pre-cum is dripping steadily into that trail of dark hair, and we both moan when I grasp the base of his shaft and lick it away.

My core pulses as I wrap my lips around his head, feeling Asher’s hands tangle in my hair. Wordlessly, he guides me lower, showing me how he likes to be sucked. It’s hard to breathe when I begin, but it doesn’t take long to understand the rhythm of it.

It’s not fast. He isn’t fucking my mouth, or pushing himself further than I can comfortably take. I have the impression that he’s savoring this, and a quick peek up confirms that those piercing blue eyes are glued to me, taking in every worshipful swirl of my tongue and stroke of my hand. He watches every move I make, big chest heaving, his expression rapt and hungry.

“Keep going—fuck—yes, angel. Suck me. Suck daddy’s cock.”

Oh god.

I’m high on this, on the effect I’m having on him and even though my jaw aches and my knees are beginning to throb, I could do this all night. Every quiet hiss of pleasure or raspy groan of“angel”makes my head spin and wetness spread over my thighs.

The room is so quiet that every wet, shameless slurp and muffled sigh I make seems even louder. I should be embarrassed, but it only makes the desperation inside me notch higher.

I want to worship him.

I want to make him feel better than anyone else ever has.

Suddenly inspired, I pull back and—careful to keep my eyes locked with his—lower my tongue to lick the underside of his cock from root to tip, a moan on my lips.

Asher’s jaw tightens. “That’s right, lick it.Fuckkkk—”

His words turn to a raw groan as I do it again, leaving open mouthed, reverent kisses as I go. Pre-cum beads at his tip, and I suck it away, loving the salty, earthy taste of him. As I adjust my position, though, my bare pussy brushes against his calf. It was just an accident, but it felt so good to have some relief, and I can’t help doing it again.

“Goddamn.” He hisses when I lift my hips again, embarrassment crawling up my throat. I keep my eyes down, focusing on swirling my tongue and stroking him the way he seems to like. A second later, though, Asher’s leg bends slightly beneath me, pressing against my pussy. “Ride my leg, angel. It turns me on. Go on, don’t be shy.”

I grip his cock harder, conflict warring inside me. Even after everything we’ve done so far, grinding myself all over him because I’m turned on by sucking his dick seems likea lot. While my mind isn’t so sure, my body has obviously made up its mind. The slightest shift of my body over his makes me whine as the texture of his leg hair rasps over my swollen clit.

A low curse from above me makes the knot in my belly tighten, and suddenly I can’t help it anymore. Rational thought is officially way past my capabilities right now, especially when my hips begin to roll over him and we both realize how wet I’ve gotten.

Asher’s hips lift slightly, trying to feed me more of himself, and I gag when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. The noise only seems to make him go harder, and I can barely do more than keep my mouth open as wide as I can and take what he’s giving me. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Gonna come down your throat. Would you like that?”

I moan in response, my own orgasm approaching so fast it’s almost alarming. I’ve never come so fast in my life, even with Asher’s face between my legs, and it’s a dark thrill to realize Ilikethis. It’s desperate and frantic and a little demeaning, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never been so turned on. As my body begins to shake with the force of the orgasm that’s about to overtake me, the theory seems to be confirmed.

The hands tightening in my hair are my only warning. A second later, Asher is dragging my head down, holding me still with trembling hands as salty cum pours down my throat. I choke, unable to swallow fast enough. Even with my eyes streaming, though, my hips don’t stop their frantic, shaky thrusts over his bent leg. Just as Asher’s hands relax, I follow him over the edge, bucking and whining with my mouth still full of his cum and softening cock.

It seems to take a full minute for my body to stop writhing over his. As soon as I fall to the side, panting, Asher is hovering over me.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs in between kisses, apparently not giving a damn about the taste of his own cum on my lips.

I cling to him, trembling. “I didn’t know…” My words fall away, but Asher nods like he knows exactly what I’m trying to say.

“Me either.” He sounds winded. Pulling back to meet my eyes, he cradles my face in one big hand.

Something is happening to us, too big and intense to put into words. Everything about this situation is so messed up—Iam so messed up—but right now, nothing has ever felt more right.

We stay that way for ages, talking quietly with our bodies entwined in the center of the big hotel bed. I learn that his mother’s name is Martha and she bullies all the other ladies in her assisted living complex into joining her tennis club. He also has an older brother, who’s an attorney in Boston. When the conversation switches to his career, he confesses that he knew he wanted to be a dentist when he was assigned to shadow a classmate’s father for career day in the eighth grade. I tell him about school, and my internship, and even my questionable coworkers at the coffee shop.

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