Page 22 of Demon's Mate
Harper leaned in and whispered in Ash’s ear, “I want to suck your cock.”
Ash growled, like, full-on growled, sending a thrill through Harper. Who’d have thoughthecould make a man like Ash lose control?
“I’d love that,” Ash rumbled, releasing Harper’s ass from his possessive grip. “I’m negative, but I’ve got a condom if you’d prefer.”
Harper shifted in Ash’s lap. “I’m cool with no condom. I’m negative too.”
Witches were also less prone to human infections due to the magic in their blood. It wasn’t impossible for Harper to get an STI, but he had an advantage. Not that he could say any of that when Ash was human.
Ash brushed his thumb over Harper’s kiss-swollen bottom lip. “You want to taste me, flower?”
Harper’s breath caught. Flower? What the hell was that, and why did it make him melt? “Y-yeah, I want to taste you.”
Ash grinned wickedly. “Then I won’t make you wait.”
No, there was no reason to wait.
Harper slid off Ash’s lap onto the floor. As he reached for Ash’s zipper, butterflies churned inside him. He pretended not to notice. There was no reason to be nervous. He knew what he was doing. Okay, maybe that was overselling it. At least giving blowjobs was the one thing he had experience with. It was why he’d wanted to suck Ash off in the first place.
Harper undid Ash’s jeans, and Ash pulled his cock free. Harper’s mouth watered. Ash’s dick was proportional to the rest of him. Fuck, Harper was going to choke on it. His stomach clenched in a whirlpool of feelings as the ache between his legs grew.
He wrapped his hand around Ash’s thick shaft and stroked him. Precum leaked from Ash’s slit, and Harper leaned forward, lapping it up. Was that too tentative? He hadn’t done this in a while and needed to work up to it.
He licked again. Ash was tangy and surprisingly sweet, his precum leaving a lingering hint of something smoky behind, almost like his cologne.
Harper’s eyes fluttered closed as he flattened his tongue over Ash’s cockhead. More. He needed more. Ash tasted so good.
Ash rumbled an approving sound, one of his hands resting in Harper’s hair, then stroking through it. Harper leaned into the light touch, cupping Ash’s heavy balls and wrapping his lips around his cock, groaning as Ash’s taste intensified. Harper sucked on Ash’s tip. Ash tightened his hand in Harper’s hair, his grip firm.
Harper tensed, every one of his muscles locking up.
What if Ash thrust forward, holding him in place so he couldn’t get away?No. Harper didn’t want that. His stomach clenched.Please, not again. He couldn’t. This was supposed to be something he chose, not… He had to get away.
“Sorry,” Ash murmured, quickly releasing his grip on Harper. “Do you not want me to touch you?”
Harper released Ash’s cock from his hand and mouth and glanced up. Shame flooded him from head to toe. His pulse raced. He blinked. Focused.
He wasn’t being assaulted. That was in his past. Nothing bad was happening. This was fine. Harper clung to the present. He was with Ash, the hot guy from the club, not the man he’d first fooled around with who’d refused to kiss him, not the other man who’d held him down against his will. This could still be something good and had nothing to do with what came before.
Ash patiently waited for Harper to answer his question.
“You can touch me,” Harper said, voice softer than he liked.
Fuck. He didn’t want to do this if Ash wouldn’t touch him. He liked Ash’s hands on him. He needed Ash’s touch. One sexual partner who had avoided touching him intimately was more than enough, especially now he knew what the other side felt like.
“I liked your hand running through my hair.”
Ash stroked Harper’s cheek. “I liked that too. Is there anything you don’t like?”
Harper leaned into the caress. “I don’t like being forced. I’d rather be in control.”
Something dark passed over Ash’s face. “Someone’s forced you?”
Harper’s mouth dropped open. What a fuck up. He hadn’t meant to reveal anything, but it was pretty obvious he was referring to an assault, wasn’t it?
“I’d never force you to do anything,” Ash continued, saving Harper from speaking. “I’ll ask you before doing anything. Okay, Harper?” He waited, gazing expectantly down at Harper, brow furrowed.
Harper nodded.
