Page 40 of Forbidden Mischief
Asher groans above me, and I can hear the strain in his voice as he tries to hold himself back from cumming too soon. His hands are tangled in my hair, guiding my motions, but not forcefully. It’s like he’s letting me explore and learn what feels good for both of us.
“You like this, Little Warlock?” he pants, his grip on my hair tightening ever so slightly.
Nodding, I feel proud to bring him so much joy. I relax my throat and open my mouth wide enough for him to slide his thick shaft inch by inch into my waiting mouth. I moan around hiscock as he bottoms out at the back of my throat. His cock is rock hard and throbbing in my mouth, leaking pre-cum which mixes with my saliva. The taste of him only spurs me on more.
“W-wrap your hand around your cock and jerk off with me.”
I obey his command, freeing my aching cock and stroking it in sync with Asher’s moans. The sight of him above me, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched as he tries to hold on, is enough to send me over the edge.
“Zayne, I’m... I’m gonna cum,” he groans, his hips flexing involuntarily as he tries to hold back from thrusting into my eager mouth.
“You don’t have to swallow. Get a rag or I’ll cum on my belly.”
I look up at him and wink before sucking him hard and he moans so loud it rivals a howl.
“Cum with me, baby boy,” he growls out before he erupts in my mouth, filling it with his hot seed. I swallow greedily, savoring the salty sweetness of his release as it coats every inch of my tongue.
The salty taste of him mixed with our musky scents only heightens the pleasure coursing through me as I unload all over my stomach.
Asher’s orgasm subsides, his chest heaving with exertion. “That was...” he pants out, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what just happened between us.
He pulls me up by my hair until our lips meet in a messy kiss that tastes like him—like us, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted from a kiss.
“You did so good, baby. But you made a mess of yourself.” He chuckles. “Let me clean you up.”
He moves like lightning, tossing me onto my back on the bed as he crawls down my body to where my cock and belly are coated in my cum.
With deliberate slowness, he lowers his mouth to my belly, his tongue darting out like a playful serpent, lapping up the slick evidence of our shared pleasure. Each stroke sends electric pulses through my body, and I arch into him instinctively.
“Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me,” I sigh, my voice barely a whisper as he continues his ministrations. The sensation is overwhelming—his warm tongue swirling around my sensitive skin, teasingly cleaning every droplet away as if savoring the taste of me. I can feel my arousal swelling again, blood rushing back to my cock as I watch him work with an intensity that makes my heart race.
Asher’s gaze never leaves mine; there’s an intoxicating mix of dominance and tenderness in the way he cleans me. I can see the way his pupils dilate with desire, how he revels in the act itself. He kisses down my stomach, each soft press of his lips igniting a fresh wave of longing within me.
“God, Asher,” I gasp as he finally reaches my throbbing cock, taking it into his mouth with an eagerness that makes me groan. The heat envelops me, and I sink deeper into bliss as he swirls his tongue around the head, then slides down until I’m fully wrapped in his warmth.
It doesn’t take long. My hips twitch, breath hitching as pleasure crests and crashes through me. Asher doesn’t stop—he takes it all, slow and steady, until I’m spent and trembling.
He pulls back with a wet pop, a trail of saliva still connecting us as he smirks up at me. “Now we can sleep, baby.”
He helps me further up the bed, tucking the covers around me before sliding in beside me and pulling me close. His strong arm wraps around my waist, pinning me to his chest as he nuzzles my hair.
“Goodnight,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my head.
“Night,” I murmur, eyes drifting shut as sleep pulls me under—in the arms of my brother… my mate.
CHAPTER 17
ASHER
“Asher,” he gasps against my lips. “We have to go. We’re going to be in so much shit if we’re any later.”
“Fuck them all,” I growl, kissing him again. He moans as our lips move together.
It’s easy to say I’m fucking addicted to my mate. His scent, his taste, everything. I can’t get enough of him.
“Asher.” He laughs breathlessly, pushing at my chest. “We really do have to go. And I’d rather not fuck them.” He grins. “You’re the only one I want to fuck.”
My heart stops as my grip on his hips tightens. “Careful what you say, Little Warlock,” I growl, brushing my lips against his, loving the way he shivers. “Don’t fucking tempt me. I’d much rather be balls deep in that tight, perfect ass of yours than out on that field.”
