Page 21 of Demon's Mate
A rich, smoky scent filled Harper’s nose. Ash must be wearing a cologne he hadn’t noticed in the club. It made Harper’s senses tingle and spark, and he wildly hoped the scent would rub off on him, mark him so he could keep a bit of Ash forever.
Ash pushed his tongue into Harper’s mouth and he swore he tasted spiced smoke, sweet like cinnamon. The kiss deepened, and Harper tangled his tongue with Ash’s, releasing a humiliating array of sounds. Ash swallowed them like he thrived off Harper’s moans, his strong hands coursing through Harper’s hair and running down his back.
Satan, he really was devouring Harper.
Ash’s hands found their way to Harper’s ass and squeezed, lifting him. Harper gasped and wrapped his legs around Ash.Fuck he was strong. Harper wasn’t exactly small at six feet tall, no matter how scrawny he was. Ash didn’t even seem to strain. He just gripped Harper’s ass and thrust against him, bringing their hard cocks together, frustratingly separated by their clothes.
Harper cried out, breaking the fiery kiss, and gasped for air. He was going to come if they kept doing this. He’d almost come in the club. His limited, one-sided experience hadn’t prepared him for what it was like to be touched this way. It was so much hotter than he’d imagined it would be.
“What me to fuck you against the wall?” Ash asked, his voice so deep and rumbly that it vibrated through Harper.
Harper whimpered, unable to speak.
Ash held him firm and waited, rubbing his nose over Harper’s cheek, not pushing for an answer or going ahead with anything.
He liked that Ash didn’t take silence for permission. It was a low bar, but it still warmed him, and in a much softer way than the heat of Ash’s lips had.
Harper’s mind cleared. He pushed away unwanted memories of the scraps of barely-there affection and lies given to him previously and focused on the strong arms around him. “Um. Maybe we could go into the living room?”
Ash hummed an agreeable sound and carried Harper down the hall. Harper clung to Ash’s broad shoulders, ducking under the doorway.
What did Harper want to happen next? He was intimidated by anal sex. Just the thought made him want to hide. Yes, he had fantasies about being fucked, but he wasn’t ready to go there tonight. He didn’t want to tell Ash, or any one-time hookup, that he’d never done it before. Having to talk about anything sounded terrible.
When they were lost in touching each other, everything was easy. It was so much better than having time to think.
In the living room, Harper assumed Ash would set him down on the couch, but instead, Ash sat, keeping Harper situated on his lap, his hands remaining on Harper’s ass, squeezing him.
Harper let out a small, breathy sound, rolling his hips, and let go of his uncertainty as he focused on how good everything felt.
Ash studied him, not saying anything or leaning in for another kiss. His mesmerizing dark eyes took Harper in, and Harper squirmed. How was it possible to be even more desperate now than before?
Ash’s full lips twitched.
Damnation, he was gorgeous, his build thick and defined. Harper’s hands itched to undo the buttons of his shirt and explore.
“What would you like tonight, sweet?” Ash asked.
Harper’s cheeks flamed at the endearment, his heart thudding like the pet name meant something more than Ash wanting to get into his pants. “Can I take this off?” Harper trailed a finger along Ash’s shirt buttons.
“Please. Can I take your shirt off too?”
Harper shivered. “Okay.”
Ash pulled Harper’s tank over his head and tossed it away. His large, callused hands spread over Harper’s stomach and worked their way up until his thumbs brushed Harper’s nipples.
Harper gasped, remembering he was supposed to be stripping Ash, and got to work exposing beautiful brown skin and dark curly chest hair.
Ash tweaked Harper’s nipples and Harper’s mind blanked. It was like the tender nubs were directly connected to his cock. He’d had no idea.
Ash rolled each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, watching Harper closely. Harper let out a strangled moan, unable to break Ash’s stare. Ash rumbled in approval and pinched.
Fuck. Harper was on the verge of coming again.
“What else do you want, hm?” Ash murmured, almost a purr, as he wound his hands around Harper’s body, planting them back on his ass like they belonged there.
Right. He had to answer, or it seemed Ash would keep asking.
He didn’t want Ash to fuck him, or he did—the idea made him want to sob with a mixture of arousal and longing—but not tonight. If this wasn’t a one-time thing, then maybe he’d feel comfortable enough going there for the first time.
