Page 107 of The Rest is History

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me with him as he moves higher up on the bed. His head hits the pillow, and he pulls me down onto his body.

Grinding my groin shamelessly against his, I kiss him with tongue and saliva and teeth. Asher groans and pulls me even closer to him, reaching down for my t-shirt and ripping it off my body. I tug at his shirt, whining when it won’t come off easily.

He chuckles and lifts up so I can yank it off. He pulls at my sweats, and I pull at his and somehow, we manage to get them off.

Then . . . fuck.

Our nakedness slides against each other. Soft and hard. Warm. I writhe against Asher, rubbing against him like an animal in heat. My tongue moves over his naked skin – over his face, his neck, his chest, pausing at his nipples to suck them into my mouth.

I taste the skin in the valley between his pecs. Down his hot six pack. Lick across his belly button. I settle on my knees between his legs. He widens them, giving me more space. I spread my thighs, causing my dick to drag over the sheets. I’m leaking into them. My ass is in the air, exposing my hole, and I have a fleeting thought about how much better it would be if Sawyer was behind me with his face buried in my ass.

I drop my mouth and swallow Asher’s cock. His hips come off the bed and his fingers sink into my hair, pulling hard.

I gasp and moan around his cock.

And then I can’t stop. I suck on Asher’s dick like someone has a gun to my head demanding I give my best performance yet. I can’t believe I’m here, in Asher’s bed with my head between his thighs and regret in my bones that his husband isn’t here with us. I don’t know how my life has changed so much in a few short months or why, why, why I’ve been given this gift. This gift of Asher and Sawyer.

I take him in deep, choking, and I don’t care. Asher now has both his hands anchored in my hair. Now, it’s not me giving him a stellar blowjob. It’s him fucking my mouth with this most beautiful brutality.

Tears stream down my face and I hump the bed, and fuck, to touch him like this. I can’t help but take him further and further down my throat, saliva leaking out of the side of my mouth as I try to control my gag reflex. But I don’t care. I don’t care how far down I have to take him. I need him that deep inside me in every way I can have him. I don’t care that my throat is abused and can’t handle any more of him. He is Asher and to choke on his cock is a privilege.

He pulls me off his cock and drags me up his body, rolling us at the same time until he’s above me. Then, he kisses me hard, rubbing his cock against mine and smearing his pre-cum on my stomach.

“So gorgeous, love,” he growls. “You’re so beautiful, I want to fuck you like this every day.”

I wrap my legs around his back, reaching for his cock, rubbing our balls together.

Asher leaves my mouth and bites his way down my body, sucking my skin into his mouth and I know I’ll be covered in his marks in the morning. He swallows my dick and I cry out, slamming upward until I’m hitting the back of his throat. He takes me with far more ease than I took him. His mouth is so beautiful. The way he’s using it, so brilliantly wonderful. I love this mouth so much.

I moan my dismay when he leaves my dick but . . .

Fuckkkk.

Asher swallows my balls, sucking gently while lifting my ass. He holds me up by the back of my knees and then his mouth is on my hole.

First, he drags his flattened tongue over my asshole. Then, he covers my hole, creating a vacuum-feel with his mouth, and he begins to move his tongue rhythmically. I can feel Asher’s jaw working as he suckles on my asshole. If I died right this minute my only regret would be that Sawyer isn’t here.

Asher lets my asshole go and rubs his finger over it, sinking it in every few seconds.

“Clench this hole, baby,” he says.

I do and his chuckle is wrapped around a sexy, Fucckkk.

“Look at this ass, Reece.” He dips his tongue into my hole. The penetration isn’t nearly enough but fuck, it’s amazing.

“Open up for me, beautiful. Let me see this little hole move for me.”

I push out. Pull back in. He always loved watching me like this. We used to joke about how hot he thought it was.

“Fuck, I love it,” he groans. And then he buries his face into my ass, rubbing round and round in circles.

When he reaches over for the lube, I turn onto my stomach. “I want you to watch us like this,” I say when he gazes at me curiously. With my cheek pressed into the bed and my arms thrown out in front of me, I lift my ass high in the air for him.

Ash lubes me up first, then him. And then he’s pushing into me. He sinks his cock into my hole like he used to, but now, it’s so much more and so much better because we aren’t boys stealing precious moments. We are men lusting after each other with no shame or care. And I don’t care. I don’t. I want him like this, and when Sawyer is back from wherever he went, I’ll want him too, just like this.

“Aaah,” I groan loudly.

“Fuck, this is good, baby. Tell me how good this is.”

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