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I darted my hand out, fisting it in the soft fabric of his hoodie, dragging him closer until I could feel the heat of his breath on my stomach.

“Keep that up and this is gonna be over fast,” I warned.

“Can’t have that,” he said, and then wrapped his mouth around me.

Both of us moaned together.

I was thankful that all the way up here, my mama was safe from hearing the debaucherous noises coming from my room. I had a feeling neither of us were going to be able to be quiet no matter how hard we tried to be.

Wasn’t in our nature, I guess.

He bobbed his head, lips stretched wide around my cock while he hollowed his cheeks with every pull. The sound, wet and obscene, filled the space between us.

He dragged his tongue along the underside of my length, tracing the sensitive ridge with practiced ease, like he already knew what would undo me. When he pulled back, he swirled the tip with a lazy flick of his tongue before swallowing me down again.

I kept my hand fisted in the collar of his hoodie, using it to keep him in place as I rolled my hips forward, slowly sinking deeper until his lips kissed the base of my cock. His nose pressed into the line of hair just below my navel, the heat of his breath fanning across my skin.

His throat flexed around me with a tight swallow, the pressure making my knees nearly buckle where I knelt. I bit back a curse, every muscle in my thighs coiled tight.

Asher’s gaze snapped up to meet mine. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and stretched around the thick length of me stuffed down his throat. His lashes fluttered with the effort it took to breathe through it, but he didn’t stop, didn’t so much as flinch.

He held my gaze as if to say, see what I’ll do for you?

Fucking Christ. It wrecked me.

I cradled the back of his head with my hand without even thinking, not pulling him closer this time, just holding. Anchoring me because nothing had ever looked better than Asher Torres swallowing my cock like he’d been waiting for this since the day we met.

Maybe he had. He did claim he had a crush on me since then.

“You look too good like this,” I rasped, brushing some of his hair away from his face. “Might have to keep you right here every damn night.”

He hummed around me, the vibration sparking a white-hot bolt down my spine.

I was already so fucking close and we’d barely just gotten started.

Before I exploded, I pulled him back by his hoodie and slid out of that hot, wet mouth, catching sight of the the saliva coating me as it dripped down onto the mattress. My cock twitched, hit by the sudden cool air around us.

I grabbed at the hem of his hoodie, tugged it up over his head, and tossed it onto the floor somewhere before putting a hand to his chest and pushing him back down onto the bed. He went without a fight, both of his legs parting again to fit me between them.

Grabbing the bottle of lube and popping it open, I coated my fingers in it generously, rubbing it between them until it was warm.

Asher’s gaze followed the line of my fingers, hooking his hands behind his knees to pull his legs back without me asking, opening himself up for me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re bein’ so good for me,” I murmured, the words slipping out before I could think twice.

I hadn’t meant for the words to come out, at least not like that.

Asher’s gaze lifted to meet mine, lashes fluttering as a soft moan escaped him. His lips parted around a breathless laugh, like he hadn’t expected the praise. “You think so?”

I traced my fingers lightly along the delicate ring of muscle, teasing the tight, fluttering rim with soft circles. I glanced up at him, making sure I had his full attention when I answered. “Of course I do. You always are.”

The line between his brows deepened just slightly the minute I pressed two slick fingers past his rim and slid them inside slowly, carefully. His breath hitched, his thighs twitching as they tensed from the sudden intrusion. But he didn’t stop me.

“Relax, baby,” I murmured, leaning down just enough to press a kiss to the inside of one of his knees. “Let me take care of you.”

He let out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the mattress. I worked my fingers deeper, searching around for that spot. He was tight—more than I thought he’d be.

How long had it been since Asher had been with anyone?