Page 39 of Forbidden Mischief
His eyes soften for a split second, but then the mask slips back into place. And I know—this is happening.
I step closer, the familiar scent of him filling my lungs. “Show me,” I whisper.
He shifts to standing, his movements fluid, confident, like he’s in control of every inch of this moment. Without hesitation, he unbuttons his jeans, his gaze locked on mine the entire time. There’s a challenge in his eyes,a dare.
“I’ll only ask this once more,” he says, his voice rough with barely contained need. “Are you sure?”
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes. Please.”
The moment stretches, and I can feel the tension building. It’s not just about the physical anymore—it’s about us. What weare. What wecould be. I take a deep breath, my hands tremblingas I move forward. This is something I need to do—for him, and for me. I won’t back down.
I drop to my knees, my heart racing in my chest. Confident and nervous at the same time. I look up at him through thick dark lashes and his breath hitches. His cock, thick and beautiful, standing proudly under the soft glow of the moonlight. My cheeks flush with heat as I realize just how much I want to worship this part of him.
Asher’s eyes, dark and stormy, hold a mix of desire and something deeper—trust. I take a moment to drink him in, the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his chest rises and falls with anticipation.
I reach for him with trembling fingers, grazing his throbbing length. Asher’s breath catches again, and it sends a thrill coursing through me.
“Zayne,” he murmurs softly, almost a question. Encouragement laces his voice as if he’s silently urging me forward, guiding me into uncharted territory. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
But I am ready. My magic hums inside me, pulsing with an undeniable energy, urging me to embrace this bond we share—to explore every facet of our connection. I nod, determination surging within me as I lean closer, my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs.
“Show me,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.
Asher’s lips curl into a knowing smile that sends shivers down my spine. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in my hair, anchoring me as he guides my head closer to him. The scent of him envelops me—woodsy and musky, with a hint of warmth that makes my mouth water with desire.
“Wrap your lips around my head. Just taste me to start,” Asher murmurs.
I lean in closer, pausing a moment as I inhale him—the heady aroma intoxicating and primal. He lets out a low groan as I trace my tongue along the sensitive tip, tasting him for the first time—a mix of salt and something uniquely Asher that makes my heart race even faster.
“Just like that,” he encourages softly, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re doing so good.”
The praise ignites something deep within me—a primal urge to please him that pushes aside any lingering nerves. Emboldened by his words, I take more of him into my mouth, savoring the way he fills me while exploring every contour with my tongue.
Asher’s fingers tighten in my hair as he guides me gently, but firmly. “Suck. Slowly,” he grinds out. “Yes. Good boy.”
I can feel the heat radiating from him, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pulsing beneath my touch. Each flick of my tongue sends shivers through him, and I revel in the power of knowing that I can elicit such pleasure.
I pull back, letting my lips trail off the tip, teasing him with soft kisses before diving again. My mouth glides over him like a warm wave, and I can hear Asher’s sharp intake of breath above me. The sound is electric; it fuels the fire inside me, urging me onward.
“Harder,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust. “Do what you like, Zayne.”
I take him deeper this time, feeling the weight of him as I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, just as he instructed. The sensation is overwhelming—the taste of him. A salty tang on my tongue drives me wild. It’s unfamiliar territory for me, yet it feels so instinctual, as if every part of me was meant for this moment.
I pump up and down faster and harder, letting instinct take over as I nip gently at his sensitive skin while sucking hard.
Encouraged by his praise, I double my efforts. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive area before plunging back down his length. His cock twitches in response, and I know I’m onto something.
I hum around him, sending vibrations through his length that draw out a deep growl from his throat.
“Gods, baby boy, suck my fucking dick,” he gasps, eyes rolling back for just a moment as pleasure overtakes him.
His voice is raw and primal; it resonates deep within me and heightens the heat pooling in my belly. Every flick of my tongue brings forth another sound of approval—a guttural mix of encouragement and desperation that drives me wild.
“Your mouth feels so good.” He pushes my head down, forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I gag and he instantly frees me as I pull back on a moan.
“Such a good little cock sucker. Take me in your throat again.”
I open my mouth wider and relax my throat as best as I can. Inch by inch, I bring him into my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat again. I can feel the base of his cock on my lips. His cock is so thick it’s stretching my mouth wide. I bob up and down on his length. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock and teases the slit on the tip.
