Page 48 of Nothing to Fear
“Ash. . .” he practically whines. Whether or not it’s for me to stop or to keep going is up for debate, but the tone in his voice almost brings me down to my knees. I want to give him everything, make him feel good always, teach him how deserving he is of receiving it all and having no regrets about it.
“Mmm. Look at how hard you are, baby. Are you weeping for me?”
“You know I am.”
My head drops back, and I let out a loud groan of appreciation. “Good.”
Moving my chair closer to him, I reach out tentatively, my hand grasping his length, his skin silky smooth under my touch. It throbs against my palm at the contact. The tip drips, beads of precum leaking down his thick mushroom head. My mouth salivates as I give him a firm squeeze, dragging my hand from root to tip, forcing more pearly white liquid to expel.
Silas moans, his legs starting to shake. So responsive. He makes it so easy.
“You need to work, Silas. Focus.”
“How can I when you’re touching me likethat?”
“Hmm. Like what, baby?”
“Stroking my cock, Ash. How can I focus on our work when you’re holding my cock?”
I drop to my knees at his feet, looking up at him as I press my hands against his knees, spreading his legs open to make room for me.
“Jesus,” he says on a rough exhale. His eyes dance across my face, a look of pure awe reflecting in his pretty blues.
“What’s that face for?”
“I can’t believe Asher Ambrose is on his knees in front of me, looking up at me like I’m worthy of his affection.”
“You’re worthy of everything, Silas.”
Gripping his thick length, I lick from root to tip in a slow, sensuous stroke, sucking on the crown once I get to the top. Silas’ eyes practically roll to the back of his head, and I love the goofy, lust-filled gaze that takes over him.
“Mmm. You taste so good.” Salty. Manly. His cock seeps precum, and I lap at it with my tongue before licking back down his length, not stopping until I reach his sack. I quickly shove his pants the rest of the way down, giving myself ample room to fuck him with my mouth.
Silas’ hands comb through my hair, tugging on the strands as I gently suck on his balls until they rise up close to his body, dipping lower and flicking my tongue over his taint. God, I really love his taste. I’m feral for him. Arousal overflows my bloodstream, pleasure coursing through me as I tease and lick and explore.
“Suck it, Ash.Please.”
Another wave of pleasure washes over me at his words.
“Christ, Silas, tell me exactly what you need from me.”
“Take me all the way back, don’t stop till you suck me dry.”
I give him exactly what he wants, my mouth opening wide to accommodate his thick length and descend on him. I take him down until he reaches the back of my throat, andthen I pull back. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I relax my throat and take him deeper, not stopping until my nose is pressed against his pelvis. Silas groans loudly, his fingers digging into the back of my head as he holds me down.
“Fuck yeah, Ash. So good.” His voice is deep and raspy and goes straight to my cock.
I repeat the process, sucking him hard when I ascend, making him moan, his hips starting to pump forward from below, his control snapping. Fuck, that’s what I want, what I love so much. I love how he fights it, how he battles against it, and then the dam breaks, and he lets go to the primal urges he feels.
I want him so goddamn bad. My cock is throbbing hard and desperate as I suck his big dick. He’s close to coming, his hips stuttering as he tries to fuck into my mouth, to take what he needs.
But I want more.
It’s so easy for me, knowing I’ve already been inside him, knowing we’ve already had sex. I dream about those nights, and I’m losing my mind knowing it was Silas and how badly I want to feel it again. I wanted to hold out longer, wanted to take him back to bed. But I’m so damn desperate.
“Fuck, Silas. Need inside you. Need inside your tight ass so bad,” I say as I lap up his wet dick.
“You want to fuck me?” he moans, his voice teetering on the edge of losing control.
