Page 56 of The Best Men
“Hit me up.”
“We keep this quiet. Between us.”
He snorts. “I was going to post it on my Insta, but now that you’ve laid down that law, I’ll just write it in my diary instead.”
“I mean, no Flip. No Hannah.” I don’t want my sister thinking she can’t trust me with the most important momentin her life because I’m distracted by dick.
Asher’s eyes go introspective, like he's weighing something for a few seconds. “My stupid lips will be sealed,” he says, a little coolly.
I’m tempted to ask if there’s a problem, but maybe I imagined the tone, since it’s gone seconds later when Asher swirls his finger at the screen, points to 11B and 11C, then gives me bedroom eyes.
My dick jumps.
Why didn’t I putbedroom eyeson my list? But hey, I've always liked bonuses, so I’ll take that as an extra.
“Banks, we’ve got an hour till we meet the caterer. We have just enough time for a shower.”
I’m already up and stripping off my clothes.
* * *
Sometimes when I watch porn, Logical Mark argues with Dirty-Minded Mark. Would that position truly work in the real world? Does water make matters harder or easier?
I have nothing to argue about right now as the rainfall shower beats down my body, and Asher St. James crowds me against the tiled wall, wrapping a hand around my hard shaft.
When he grips me, I shudder. When he slides his hand up and down, I moan. And when his other hand cups my balls, I grab onto his shoulder.
“FuckFuckFuck,” I mutter.
With a sexy laugh, he drops his mouth to my shoulder, and nips. “I lied when I said I didn’t bite.”
His teeth on my skin feel crazy good too. Go figure.
As he strokes me, all Icanfigure is I am officially a sex fanatic. I fucking love everything. I want everything.
Water sluices over my skin, and I peer down at his hand stroking my shaft. Talk about dirty dreams coming true.
The temperature in me shoots higher than the water. I burn everywhere under my skin and this feels so good. But it would be better like this . . .
“11B,” I murmur.
“You dirty man,” he whispers with an approving rumble. My cock jerks in his hand as he pushes his body against mine, grips our dicks at the same time.
Words can’t find the path from my brain to my mouth.
I can’t even utternothing has felt this good.
Grunts are all I can manage.
Ungh.
Andohhhh.
As he jerks us together, he watches my face, my mouth, my throat. I don’t think anyone has ever stared at me during sex before, like my every reaction thrills him.
Asher stretches an arm to the soap dish, grabs a lube pack. I didn’t even notice him bring it in here, but then, I did set a land-speed record to get in the shower.
He rips it open and I have no idea if he’s going to explore my ass or . . .
