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It’s a sight to behold. Long, thick, engorged, purple crown. An image of him leaking while I pump into his ass flashes through my mind, and I barely restrain the shiver that passes through me at the thought. A thought that’s so vividly familiar.
I’ve been wanting to touch him since he pulled himself out in front of me, and I watched him stroke it until he blew his load into his hand. Now he’s going to come in mine.
My hand wraps around his length, tugging it and pulling another sweet fucking sound from his lips. Pleasure pulses through my body, and I haven’t been touched in return. Yeah. Silas Blackwood is an obsession I refuse to give up.
Chapter 14
Silas
My senses are overloaded with everything that is Asher Ambrose. His scent, his touch, his goddamn voice, and the way he’s whispering against my skin. How did we get here? I’ve wanted him for so long, but never let myself imagine him like this until recently.
As if he’s reading my mind, his words nearly shatter me. “Is this what you wanted, Silas? You wanted me to stroke your cock? You’re weeping for me, so damn hard and aching under my touch. I bet you lie in bed at night and stroke it to thoughts of my wet mouth around you instead of your hand. Don’t you?”
“Ye-yes.” The words bubble out of me as I grip the fabric of my jeans, digging my nails into my thighs to keep me from moving. God, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want it to end. He strokes me from base to tip. The fact that it’s Asher touching me right now? I’m falling apart and we’ve barely started, precum oozing from my slit and into his hand. I’ve never felt like this before. His touch. It’s everything. It’s somuch different than with anyone else I’ve been with before him, yet so comfortably familiar, I’m completely at ease.
Asher’s thumb swipes over my engorged head, gathering up the moisture and using it as lube to slide his fist more easily. Chills race down my spine, goosebumps prickling across my skin. I try to control my breathing, I do, but each breath comes heavy, strained, my chest rising and falling in a deep cadence. I’ve never felt like this before. At a complete loss of control because I’ve given all of me up to Asher on a gold platter.
Asher’s deep, gruff voice breaks me out of the trance, my eyes shooting up to meet his. “Take me out.”
“Wh-what?” I stutter. He wants me to touch him?
“You heard me. You want this? Take out my cock so you can see exactly what you do to me. We’re not going to fight this. You’re not pushing me away this time.”
I pause at his words, his fist tightening around my length, forcing another groan to spill from my lips. His eyes are heavily lidded, lust filled, the dark obsidian iris of the center blown wide, and I swear there’s fire dancing behind them.
“Do it, Silas. Please touch me.” He grinds out the words between clenched molars as he expertly strokes up and down my dick. It’s a heady mix of a demand and a plea that I don’t want to ignore. What is happening to me?
With shaky fingers, I unbutton his pants, sliding down the zipper and pushing them over his hips, briefs in tow. His cock springs free from the tight confines, massive and hard, the bulging head angry and red, beads of precum leaking from the tip and down his shaft. I can’t take my eyes away from it.
Not as it bobs heavily against his abdomen, the thick vein on the underside throbbing.
Not when he grasps it with his free hand, twisting and stroking, pinching the thick mushroom head.
And certainly—desperately—not when he presses it against mine, stroking us in tandem.
I’ve been with other men before, usually an exchange of hand jobs, blowjobs, or a quick fuck. I’ve only ever experienced this kind of intimacy with one other person in my life. With the masked stranger. But even that doesn’t hold a candle to seeing Asher’s facial expressions as our dicks are rubbed against each other.
Frotting is something I’ve always wanted but never had the balls to ask for since it’s so much more intimate. The feeling of Asher’s smooth, hard cock against mine makes my legs shake, and I’m near busting already.
Moans pour from our lips at the decadent contact of his warm, smooth flesh against mine. The air around us is a thick and heady beast. The wind howls outside, the trees dancing in the moonlight, casting shadows through the stained glass window that lick up the dark walls of the hidden corridor. The outside world is lost to me as my body relaxes further against the cold stone wall, the rough edges digging into my back as Asher brings us both pleasure.
“Fuck, slacker, you’re a temptation I didn’t need. Do you know how bad I want you? I knew you wanted me, Silas. You’ve ruined me. Look at how well we fit together. How can you fight this?”
I haven’t been able to look away, his hand jerking up and down our lengths. He’s right. We fit so perfectly together. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, my eyes bouncing between where we’re joined and the intense features of his face.
Asher’s forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling, his eyes downcast at the erotic display between us as we chase our release. My fists clench at my side, my blunt fingernails digging into my palms. His raven-black hair falls into his eyes, and the urge to reach out and push it back is strong. I’m torn,stuck between what’s right and wrong. I want him. Wanted him since the moment I saw him three years ago. But to want him and have him are two different things.
We’ve been stuck in a cycle with each other for so long, I don’t know how to break it. I don’t know how to give myself over to him completely. Even if I’ve been able to give him glimpses, this is different.
This is a moment of weakness, one he surely won’t repeat. His words are said with no meaning behind them, passionate words said in the midst of a lust-filled haze. Can I live with knowing what his silken hair feels like between my fingers without ever touching it again?
His eyes meet mine, and the breath is stolen from my lungs. The fire roars behind them, forbidden and consuming. I should look away, but I can’t. Like a moth to a flame, I don’t stand a chance when it comes to him.
But then he takes it one step further, before I can react, before I even realize he’s done it, Asher’s lips land on my own. The kiss is passionate, borderline brutal as he explores my mouth for the first time. I groan against him as his hips fall forward, our cocks trapped, precum sticking to our abdomens. His free hand grasps my face, his thumb swiping back and forth across my cheek, his tongue delving into my mouth, ravaging, pillaging, claiming. Destroying me with one kiss.
My hands finally find the strength to move, grasping his hips on either side, pulling him closer to me. I kiss him back like I hate him. Like I don’t hate him at all. I kiss him like the only thing in the world that matters is right this second, and I wish like hell I could make it last for eternity.
His hand grasps my face tightly, while mine grapples to pull him closer. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. My mind is out of control as I kiss him back, throwing everything I’ve kept locked up into it, letting him feel all of it.
