Page 23 of Demon's Mate
Ash smiled, this time much more sweetly, his lush lips quirking and eyes lightening, crinkling around the edges. “I like the idea of you being in control and doing what you want with me.”
Heat spread through Harper’s chest, and he was glad to move on. “Me too. I just want to make you feel good.”
Ash stroked his cheek again. “You will, sweet. You already have. But I want to make you feel good too.”
Harper’s heart burst, something weirdly tender passing between them, considering he was on his knees for a guy whose last name he didn’t even know.
He seized the good feeling and dove back in, wrapping his lips around Ash’s cock, taking more of him in this time, and coaxing him back to full hardness. Ash ran his hand through Harper’s hair, and Harper trusted him not to grab and hold him down. He believed Ash wouldn’t hurt him.
Harper worked his tongue, getting lost in the full feeling of taking Ash’s big cock. He touched and sucked and moaned, not caring what kind of slurping noises he made. He’d never enjoyed giving head like this. Ash’s taste, his rumbling satisfied noises, his gentle hand teasing Harper’s scalp.
Harper took Ash deeper, squeezing his aching erection through his shorts. Dammit, he was close to coming in his underwear.
“Fuck you feel good,” Ash groaned, the taste of precum flooding Harper’s mouth. “You’re so sexy between my legs, flower.”
Harper moaned, pleasure shooting through him, his orgasm threatening. He pushed forward, opening his throat the best he could and swallowing around Ash. His lips stretched obscenely, and he imagined he must look…sexy. Ash said he was sexy, and Harper believed it, even as he gagged and had to pull back, eyes watering and spit dripping from his lips.
He attempted to catch his breath, licking up and down Ash’s length.
“You’re spoiling me.” Ash gripped the base of his erection. “Do that one more time, and I’ll come down your pretty throat.”
Harper’s whole face heated. He looked up to find Ash staring at him as intensely as before. “You can come down my throat.”
Ash hummed. “I’d love to. Your mouth is perfect, but I’m dying to touch you. I miss having you in my lap.”
In his lap? Was Ash going to ask him to ride his cock? Harper was almost tempted until reality came crashing back into him.
“Will you let me play with you?” Ash brushed Harper’s spit-slick lips. “Or do you want to stay in control?”
The choice came as a relief. Harper didn’t have to call all the shots. He wanted to be touched rather than come in his shorts while giving a blowjob.
“You can play with me. Touch me.”
Ash pulled Harper up. His fingers slid up Harper’s thighs and under his shorts. “Let’s take these off, hm?”
“Please.” Harper undid the button and Ash tugged them down. They fell to his ankles.
Ash growled. “What’s this?”
Was he talking about the obvious wet spot of precum on Harper’s underwear? Harper stammered, “U-uh.”
Ash reached around and cupped Harper’s bare ass.
“Oh, you mean my thong?” The twist in Harper’s gut turned pleasurable. “I couldn’t exactly wear boxer briefs with those shorts.”
The black thong wasn’t anything fancy. Harper had splurged even without getting lace. It had been worth it, walking around wearing something he’d always wanted but hadn’t risked buying before his escape.
Ash let out a rumbling laugh. “No, you couldn’t wear briefs with those shorts.” He hauled Harper onto his lap, their cocks brushing with only the thin layer of fabric between them. “It’s hot. You’re so sexy, Harper. I want to make you come all over your pretty little underwear.”
“Okay,” Harper breathed, aching with arousal. He’d sell his soul if Ash asked right now. Being in his lap was that good.
Ash pulled Harper into a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled. Harper rubbed against Ash, shamelessly rolling his hips.
“Touch me,” Harper gasped. “I need you to touch me.”
Ash pushed the thong out of the way and grasped Harper’s dick, his palm rough against Harper’s smooth skin. Ash squeezed and stroked.
Harper cried out, leaking precum everywhere. “I need… I need your cock.”
