Page 99 of Addiction

“Fuck, Asher. I want to do so many dirty things to you right now. But I will wait if you’re not ready.”

I’m so fucking hard right now that if he touches me, I’m likely to come on the spot.

But I want him to.

“Show me,” I breathe, coming back to claim his mouth. “Please.”

As our eyes lock, my body is on high alert when his hands lower my pants and pushes them down. My head falls back, and I groan when his hand wraps around my length. His moves are slow at first and when he teases the pre-cum over the top of the tip, my body shudders with the sensation that cascades down to my toes.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Tell me if any of this is too much and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t,” I growl. “Don’t stop. I want this.”

“Take off your shirt,” he orders, and I don’t waste any time complying.

His mouth is at my collarbone as wet kisses dust across my skin before the tip of his tongue runs up the line of my throat. He kisses me with passion and a promise I know will never be broken between us as I let him explore where no man ever has.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers, a silent question in his words as I nod with my approval.

I loved a blow job whenever I was with a woman, imagining myself with a man and all the things we’d do together, and now all those dreams are right in front of me as he drops to his knees.

“Look at me, Asher. I want you to watch me as I fuck you with my mouth.”

My head lowers and my hands automatically lace in his hair, my heart racing with anticipation it’s almost painful.

“Fuck, Wade. Yes,” I groan as he flattens his tongue against the side of my shaft. He repeats the move on the other side, teasing me once more before he takes me to the back of his throat. His hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants to touch himself, and I’m almost envious of the move because I want to feel him. It’s both erotic and mesmerizing, watching a man suck my dick as he fucks his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.

I shift my hips, moving to his rhythm as I hit the back of his throat, overwhelmed by how damn hot this is.

This new, everlasting feeling.

Something I’ve craved and will crave again and again

An addiction I know I’m going to drown in when it comes to being with this man.

“Shit, Wade. This is so fucking good.”

Tingles race up my thighs and my orgasm starts to pool in my lower stomach, creating a feeling so strong it drives me wild.

“Wade. I’m going to come. Hard.”

As he grips my ass cheek with his free hand, my body jerks, and I cry out as I fill his mouth with my climax, flexing my hips for him to take every drop. He thrusts himself harder as he chases his orgasm, and I link my hand with his, wanting to stay connected with him. When his body stiffens, the grip on my hand tightens, and he calls out my name in a sexy growl.

Jesus, Christ, I could come again.

Grasping hold of his biceps, I pull him to his feet and crash my mouth on his, kissing him with a commitment and a promise that whatever this turns out to be between us, he has all of me. One hundred per cent.

“You drive me crazy.”

“No more running, Asher,” he whispers.

I’m on cloud nine.

He has taken all my insecurities and fears with just the simplicity of touch. There is no second guessing. Nothing.

Any doubt I had about being with him has gone as he leads me on a journey I have forever thought about.