Page 106 of The Best Men
My jaw falls open, and my dick twitches at the image of him pre-gaming. “Wish I coulda seen that.”
“Another time,” he says, and my chest constricts.
Hell. I know it's just a phrase. That it just slipped out. But I can hardly stand the fact that there won’t be another time. I wantallthe times.
But the last thing I want is to feel bittersweet, so I laser in onthissecond.
He sits up, reaches for a condom on the nightstand, but before he hands it to me, he grips my jaw. A little rough, a little demanding. Just the way I like it.
“Tell me how you pictured this. When you were fucking your fist back in New York, Mark. How did you imagine fucking me?”
His voice is loaded with raw, unfiltered desire, and the question scorches me. My mind spins with a merry-go-round of images. Positions flip before my eyes, and the erotic carousel is almost too much. My brain might be short-circuiting. I’m nothing but ash as I answer him in a throaty rasp. “Every way. Just every way,” I say.
“I know what you want.” He growls, then opens the condom, and rolls it down my shaft. Next comes more lube, and I’m vibrating with want, with need.
Then, he hauls me in for one more hot kiss before he gets on his hands and knees.
Yes, this is it—this is the sexiest momentever.
This man offering his body to me for the taking. Reading my thoughts and giving them to me as my reality.
For once in my sorry life, I don’t stop to remind myself of the how-tos, or review my homework. I get behind him, rub the head of my cock against his hole, and push in.
The world tunnels away when he unleashes the most carnal groan of all time. A long, feralfuuuckthat lasts forever as I sink inside him. He stretches a strong arm to reach back, grabbing my ass cheek to pull me deeper.
My body is a torch.
Wild sensations whip through me and I try to take it all in—the sheer heat, the tight grip, the utter intensity of his body welcoming me.
But it’s too much to process.
Too many things are happening at once, and all I can do is let instinct take over. I thrust, and soon we find a pace.
I can’t stop gazing at the man under me, recording every detail for posterity. The sheen of sweat beading his skin. The muscles in his back, the waves of his hair, those strong shoulders. And most of all, the way he stares at me when he cranes his neck around to watch me with heavy-lidded eyes.
Like he’s never seen anything better.
Same here, Asher. Same fucking here.
This is everything, and still, I wantmoreof him.
As I pump my hips, I slide a hand along his back, then grip his shoulder hard.
“Yes . . .” he moans.
I move with his sounds, working my hips to the rhythm of his groans. Pretty sure I’m hitting sensory overload, and it won’t take me long.
I reach down, grab his cock, and stroke.
But he issues a warning. “Wait . . .”
I go still as he mutters how he wants me next.
Drunk with lust, I pull out as he shifts us around. Somehow?and this may be a new law of physics I just discovered?it’s even better lying behind him, my chest against his back. Especially when I return to where I want to be.Inside my man.
“That’s it,” Asher murmurs. “Wanna feel you close to me.”
Those last three words send me spiraling in all directions.
