Page 66 of The Midnight Order
“I did. It made me so fucking hard.”
His admission has my dick throbbing in his hand.
“Ash,” I plead.
“You know I’m proud of you. I know you’re doing your best, and I know you’re doing it for me.”
“I’m doing it for all of us.”
“Even so, I’m still proud. No one will ever replace you in my heart, Corvin. You’re it for me. Anyone else only adds to what we already have.”
I didn’t know how much I needed his words until he gave them to me, and I whimpered as he stroked me over my slacks.
His kiss that comes next is hard and heavy, soul-damning.
We wrap around one another and sink into one another as quickly as we usually do, stripping one another bare quickly before Asher shoves me to my knees.
His frantic red eyes look down as he lines his cock up with my mouth, which gobbles him in, sucking him deep until I gag on him.
“Fuck, you’re always so perfect.” His words sear through my psyche, causing an electric heat to surge through my body.
I bob on him, my hand working in time with my mouth as he fists my hair and rides the wave of us.
We’re chaotic and beautiful. We’re unending, forever tied together by an undead destiny.
“Now, think of her.” His grumbling words have me looking up.
He bites his lower lip, holding onto his climax the best he can. “Think of her with us, beside you, sharing me, loving both of us.”
Silver’s image works through my brain, causing my body to swell in multiple places.
This is where it gets tricky for me: the sharing.
The splitting of myself to give to two others.
He presses into the back of my throat as my hand frees my cock to fist as I close my eyes and think of the moment in the bed between Silver and me. The way the air turned electric and how she looked at me.
The others weren’t like her. She’s forgiving and accommodating, maybe because she’s lived a life where no onehas been that way for her, which only makes me want to do whatever I can to return the favor.
“Think of her hand sliding over your thick cock,” Asher taunts from above, and my hand works overtime to jerk.
His voice grows strained. “Think of her warm mouth suckling your balls before sliding over you, taking the head of your dick down her throat until it waves around it, fighting the urge to push you out.”
I groan around him as he grabs both sides of my face and fucks my mouth unceremoniously, his words causing me to lose rhythm.
“Imagine her then lying back, opening her legs to you like a blooming flower and inviting you home, where you belong.”
That’s what breaks the spell, and my hand stops stroking.
I’ve never had a home, not until Asher. Imagining another feels wrong. Like a square peg trying to push through a round hole.
“Fuck,” Asher says, grunting through his orgasm as cum floods my mouth.
I fight to swallow through building emotion heavy in my chest, and he moans breathlessly as his body jerks, his hips thrusting in tiny movements to wring every ounce of pleasure out.
“You’ll have to get over that,” he tells me, looking down with awareness in his eyes. “If you’re going to undo what we’ve done in the past, youhaveto get past this.”
“I know,” I offer weakly, standing and stuffing myself back in my pants.
