Page 36 of Nothing to Fear
When he breaks away, I chase his mouth, not ready for it to end.
“I want you to come for me, Silas,” he says as he combs his fingers through my hair, his eyes wild and consuming. “Come for me right now. There’s no turning back. Come for me and let me hear my name on your lips.”
As if he holds all the power over me, my body is compelled to listen, and I combust. The growing ember inside me ignites like a supernova, spreading throughout my body in waves of destruction. My body trembles and shakes, my head falling back against the hard, cold stone. I gasp for air, and then I’m moaning.
“Asher!”
The last syllable has barely left my lips when a deep, guttural groan breaks through the surface of my haze. I force my eyes open, wanting to watch as he succumbs to the pleasure. Ropes of cum erupt from his slit, his shoulders slumping and shaking. His firm grip on our lengths stutters, the pace at which he strokes us slowing as we come down from the pleasure.
Asher’s heated stare is focused between us, his hand releasing our lengths. Icy air rushes over me, a phantom wind that cools my skin and sends a chilly warning through my body. I sway on my feet slightly, the primal fog clearing, grave reality setting in. What did I just do? Anyone could have walked around the corner and found us. What the fuck would I have done? How would I have explained this?
“Jesus Christ, Silas. You made a mess of us,” he states in a tone that heats my cooling skin all over again. I watch with rapt attention as he lifts his hand to his mouth, dragging his tongue up the center of his palm to the tips of his fingers, gathering up the combined releases of our orgasms. My eyes flutter closed with lust, pleasure risingin me again.
“Delicious. We taste so good together. Are you going to run from this? I’ll happily chase you down.”
“I-I don’t . . .” What the fuck am I doing? Asher’s eyes flicker with doubt, and my heart nearly cracks wide open. He’s all I’ve wanted for years, and he’s giving himself to me. Why the hell would I walk away from that? There’s only one answer.
Fear.
As if he can read my mind, Asher’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb swiping back and forth across my skin, grounding me, giving me a sense of security and comfort that I’ve never felt before.
“There’s nothing to fear. I’ve got you. We’ll do this together.”
But it’s not enough. Voices echo from down the hall, and I press my hands against Asher’s chest to put some space between us. Quickly righting myself, tucking my softening dick away, and shrugging my jacket back on, I don’t dare meet Asher’s eyes. I can’t do this.
“You’re just gonna run, then?”
“There’s nothing else to say.”
“You’ve been hiding who you are. I see you, Silas, and I’m obsessed with what I see. Let me help you.”
I turn so quickly in his direction, I swear I hear my neck crack. “No. You’ve done enough.”
Asher laughs. Actually laughs. “Oh, I haven’t even scratched the surface.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that now that I’ve had you? Now that I know there’s more to you than being a slacker jock,” he pauses and chuckles under his breath, “now that I know what you sound like when you come, what your cum tastes like, what your lips taste like, I’m not giving it up.”
His words send goosebumps scattering across my skin asthe moon outside comes into full view, lighting up the little hallway we’re hiding in. Asher’s features are dark and ominous, sending chills down my spine. His face is flushed with a rosy hue, the dark features illuminated, making him look otherworldly. I want to stay so badly. Want him to be telling the truth, want everything to just be easier. But it’s not.
“You have to.”
I walk away from Asher with lead boots, my heart splintering into shards behind my ribcage. Every breath feels labored, every step feels painful. Asher doesn’t chase me, thankfully, seemingly knowing what I need without me having to ask for it. Adrenaline pumps through my veins like a live wire, the only thing keeping one foot moving in front of the other.
The party gets louder and louder as I walk into the communal rooms, everyone there dressed in costumes, the lights turned low, strobe lights blinking rapidly. My head swims, and I sway on my feet.
A firm hand lands on my shoulder from behind me, causing me to startle.
“Damn, dude. Come down! Where you been? Holy shit we’re you just hookin’ up?” Eli asks. He’s a good guy, the one I’m closest to on the team, and for a split second, I think about opening up to him and coming clean. Outing myself as gay and that I just hooked up with Asher Ambrose. But then he opens his mouth again, and my courage fizzles. “Who’s the lucky girl? Did you finally nail Carly?”
Who the hell is Carly?
“Nah, man, you know I don’t kiss and tell,” I reply.
“It’s bro code! You’re supposed to spill to your bros! Who was she? Was she a screamer? A squirter? Let you stick it in her ass?”
“Okay, fuckface, you’ve clearly had too much to drink.”
