Page 42 of Nothing to Fear
“Good, I don’t think I could even if you begged,” he admits, and I know he’s full of shit. He wouldn’t want to, but I know he’d stop right away if I said it and meant it. Asher keepsplaying with me, alternating between his soft tongue and his fingers, my hips gyrating, dry humping the bed below me. Then his finger starts to press in, his tongue right there with it, and I practically see stars.
“Ohmygod, uhng, ahh!” My moans are unintelligible as he fucks me with his tongue and finger. Every new experience with Asher is the best one I’ve ever had, and I’m unraveling right below him.
Asher sits up between my legs, pulling free of my body, and I whine in protest.
“Where’s your lube?”
Shit, is Asher going to fuck me? I wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to. I haven’t been able to tell if he’s a top or a bottom, and we haven’t really asked each other. Maybe he’s a switch. As long as it’s Asher, I’m happy with whatever dynamic works for us. I just wanthim.
“End table.”
Asher quickly finds it, returning between my legs. There’s a flick of the lid, the sound of the gel leaving the bottle, then his fingers are there, cold and wet, covered in lube to ease his way in. He rims me first, building me back up, but then he’s thrusting a single finger inside me without warning, pressing in deep and staying there.
Glowing green skeleton bones flash behind my eyes, and I shake my head clear of the thought. I’m here with Asher. Not with the masked mystery man from Fright Night all those weeks ago.
Asher pushes in, jerking his hand against me and stretching me out, then a second finger joins in, that ring burning slightly from the intrusion. But Asher is stretching me so good; the burn giving way to the full feeling I love and crave so much.
“You’re gonna come from just my fingers in your ass, baby, I’m gonna milk you.”
There’s no way. I’ve heard of prostate milking, but I thought you still needed stimulation on your dick while it was done.
“Ash, that’s not . . .”
“Trust me. I’ll get you there. And I’m gonna blow your mind.”
It’s then that he finds my prostate, and I moan loudly, my entire body shaking with the tremor wracking through me.
“Oh hell, that’s pretty,” he moans, his voice deep and lust filled. I don’t know how he’s hanging on, how he’s not naked and driving his big cock inside me right now. Asher has the self-control of a monk.
He continues to work my prostate, massaging it gently as pleasure pulls tighter and tighter within me. He holds me down with his free hand to my lower back, not letting me fuck the bed or allowing my cock to have any friction. It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Silas, you take it so well.”
“Hell yes. Jesus, Ash, give me more.”
Asher milks me like a goddamn pro, my orgasm starting at the base of my spine, spiraling outward as my balls draw up tight against my body.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Come for me. You’re clenching me so tight.”
My orgasm slams into me like a storm meeting the shore. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut, my body trembling against the onslaught as wave after wave crashes over me, pulling me under with no reprieve. I swear I black out for a moment, and when I come to, Asher is pushing me onto my side, my body peeling back from the sticky mess I made between myself and my sheets.
“That was goddamn beautiful,” he says in awe as his eyes track over the mess.
“I-ugh-I,” I mumble.
Asher’s hands brush my hair out of my face. “Shh. Just breathe and come down from it. You feel okay?”
I nod, taking stock of my body. Asher pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs as he slips in next to me, clearly unbothered by the copious amounts of cum spread everywhere.
His arms pull me into him, my head resting against his chest. Asher’s heartbeat is strong as I listen intently to the organ pumping life through him.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers as he runs his hands sweetly through my hair. I’ve clearly never experienced any type of aftercare, and my heart loses it, butterflies taking flight deep in my stomach, emotion welling behind my eyes.
“Welcome to the club. I’ve been obsessed with you for years.”
Asher’s expression is one of shock at my admittance as he lifts his head to look down at me.
“What do you mean?”
