Page 48 of The Best Men
THE FULL PROOF
MARK
That’s going to take a long time.
The man has no idea. Seven or eight years of pent-up curiosity is nothing to sneeze at.
I straddle Asher and dip my face to kiss his neck. Inhale that rainwater and summer breeze scent that’s now mixed with a little sweat from the dance club. My God, he’s so much better than my fantasies.
I can’t believe I’m actually indulging in them right here, right now, mere hours after I ached to do this to him in the car.
Where do I even go next? I just want my mouth all over him.Everywhere.
I roam my lips down his neck, along his throat, across his chest. Tingles slide down my spine as I go lower, closer to that washboard I have definitely dreamed of.
His moans and sighs urge me on.
As I flick my tongue along the ladder of his abs he writhes under me, letting loose a sexyyes.
That makes me smile. But even as he breathes out hard, I still have to know if I’m doing this the way he wants.
I lift my face, swallow past the nerves, then ask, “Just tell me if you want something different, okay?”
Asher’s eyes are hazy already. “Just keep doing that,” he rasps out.
I take the man at his word.
And since he’s been so bluntly honest with me tonight, I ought to do the same. “I’ve never done anything more than kiss.”
His smile lights up my world. “But you want to?”
“So much,” I say.
“Good. Then don’t stop,” he says, then smirks before he finishes with, “Pleasedon’t stop.”
Damn him. He’s making this so easy for me. He’s making me feel so good about telling him my secret wishes.
I return to my mission, traveling down his chest, kissing and licking, flicking my tongue along his annoyingly perfect abs. I half can’t believe I’m actually doing this. But I’m also keenly aware that I don’t want to fuck this up as I come face-to-face with both my greatest fear and my greatest fantasy.
I want to drive him wild, but I don’t know if I can. Only, it’s not in my nature to shoot for second best.
Just go for it, Banks.
I slide down between his legs, and I lick the crown of his cock, tasting a man for the first time in my life.
Oh, yes. This is better than first class. Hotter than a sexy red sports car.
Asher lets out a growl.
I take that as akeep going.
I draw him in deeper, and he tastes so good. Salty and musky, and like a validation—yes, you always knew you liked dudes. Now you are just getting the full proof.
And I want the full proof.
I try to relax my throat, and take more of him.
But . . . that’s a lot.
