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I make an effort to school my expression back into neutral. This didn’t use to be so hard. Asher must have done something to me. I didn’t use to freeze up at the prospect of dying either. It’s just?…?I don’t want to leave him. I don’t want his face to disappear from my sight. Yeah?…?that has to be why. I take a deep breath, letting my body sink into the mattress.
“Good.” He traces the blunt edge of the knife down my naked chest. I shiver at the cold. “Relax. This is going to feel good for you. It’s going to feel good for me too.”
I close my eyes, trusting that he’s telling the truth, that he won’t sink that knife into my throat—that he’ll stay with me and guide us into this new experience. That he’ll be merciful, despite my wrongdoings. Despite the wicked glint in his eyes.
“Are you ready?”
Chapter 21
Asher
FuckdoIlovethe way he looks at me right now: trying to hide his fear and apprehension, eyelids fluttering, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
I have no idea what we’re even doing. Everything feels hazy when I’m around him, unreal. My only steady truths are the knife in my hand, Noah’s body underneath me, and the control he willingly gives up to me, even though he might fear doing so.
I trail the knife down the center of his chest, down the hollow pool between his rib cage and the expanse of his stomach. His chest is almost entirely flat from lack of body fat and muscle, and his skin is pale and smooth, ribs visible under his pecs. I lay the knife aside and trace the clear indent of them with a knuckle, listening to his gasp as I brush his left nipple with the pad of my thumb.
“You’d look really fucking good with a piercing here.”
“I would?” He gazes down at his chest, watching as I roll the nub between my index finger and thumb. He gasps and arches his back.
“Sensitive?” I can’t believe I’ve never played with his nipples before. I need to explore every facet of his body—discover what makes him tick, what makes him react, what drives him crazy with want and the need to submit.
“It?…?it feels good.”
“I can tell.” I sit harder on top of him, letting him feel the pressure of my weight on his erection. I’m not hard just yet, but I’m getting there.
I pause to climb off him and get rid of his underwear, wanting to feel our skin rubbing together, sweaty and raw. Once I’m back straddling him, I massage his pecs with both hands, feeling the flesh shift under my palms. Slowly, I trace his nipples with my knuckles, the hard peaks of them. I pinch the nubs between my fingertips again and pull upward while simultaneously rolling them between thumb and index finger.
“Fuck, Ash?…?I might come if you keep doing that.”
“Then come. I’ll make you come again.”
“Can you?…?hold me here again?” He tips his head back, offering his throat up to me.
I smirk. “Of course, baby.” I let go of one of his nipples to instead lay a hand firmly over his throat. I keep twisting his nipples, alternating between the right and the left, and all the while, I keep rubbing against him, feeling our crotches grow sticky with precum and sweat. The rolls of my hips make my balls stick to his and then peel off. It should feel weird, but it feels fucking awesome, rutting against him like this with my hand on his throat and my fingers torturing his nipples.
“Fuck, Ash, I—” Noah’s voice cuts off in a moan, and at the moment I feel him come, I press on his throat even harder as Irut my hips against his, feeling his cock twitch and spill onto his stomach.
Smirking, I trace my fingers into the mess. “You say ‘fuck’ a lot these days. Rubbing off on you, am I?”
“You are,” Noah says with a small smile.
I go back to twisting his nipple, making him wince. “You’d let me do it, wouldn’t you?” I ask, digging a nail cruelly into his pink flesh. “Pierce you?”
“You know I would.”
Goose bumps break out all over my skin, and I have to make an effort not to roll my eyes back. It’s amazing how a few words are enough to make me hard.
“I know a guy who’ll do it cheap. A hobby piercer, if you will. He’d do it. We could go to him.”
“Go?” Noah frowns, expression growing distant. “No, I don’t think so.”
“What, now you don’t want to?” I pinch the flesh between my fingers, and he whimpers.
“We’d have to leave?…?Go outside.” His face is turning red, and I don’t know if it’s from the pain or something else.
“Would that be such a bad thing? Going outside?”
