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ELEVEN
Asher felt good.
Actually, Asher hadn’t felt this good in a very long time.
He didn’t want Harry to pull out. He wanted to feel that good forever. His exhausted weight on top of him was heaven, and he knew Harry would probably have... issues... with what had just transpired.
Harry lifted his weight off first, then slowly pulled out his spent cock. Asher didn’t want to move. He already missed the feel of Harry inside of him.
Even though he still carried part of him.
God, it feels so good.
“I uh, I’m sorry,” Harry stammered weakly. “God, I...”
Asher chuckled and rolled over, revealing his own spent cock and pool of come on the bed. “Sorry for what? That was so hot.”
Harry stood there, his half-hard cock hanging heavy out of his jeans. He seemed confused. “Are you... did you...?”
“Oh, I am, and I did.” Asher preened, happy as a cat lazing in the sun. “You did me so good.”
Harry tucked his dick back in his pants. “Asher, I...”
“Don’t put it away. Tell me you want to do it again. Pump me full of your—”
Harry scrubbed his hand over his face. “Jesus. Please don’t.”
Asher laughed and pulled his jeans up, for no other reason than comfort. He left the fly wide open though. “So, while I still have your semen inside me,” Asher said, and Harry winced. “We should discuss sex health, though there’s a saying in English about the horse already bolting—”
“My sexual health is fine. All clear. I’m sorry. I was rough and didn’t use any lubrication, and I didn’t care for you like I should. And I shouldn’t have finished inside you.”
“Care for me?” Asher grinned as he got to his feet. “You took the best care of me. Gave it to me just how I like it.” He tapped Harry’s cheek. “And you can finish inside me again, as many times as you want. And just so you know, now I know how good you can give it, I will want itallthe time.”
Harry shook his head and pulled at his short hair, flummoxed. “Are you gonna try and belt the shit outta me again first?”
Asher grinned. “You mean foreplay?”
Harry sighed and let his head loll back. “No, that was not... you know what, it doesn’t matter. There won’t be a next time.”
“Yes, there will be.”
“No, there won’t be.”
“Oh yes, there will be. You know there will be, because you want it.” Asher patted his belly. “I’m going to shower. But now that we’re both up, we can find some breakfast. I’m hungry.”
* * *
Asher hada spring in his step. He couldn’t help it. He also had a sore ass, but in the very best of ways.
“Can you stop smiling?” Harry asked. He was driving, casting odd looks at Asher every so often. “It’s starting to scare me.”
Asher grinned at him. “I’ve had a good morning.”
Harry shook his head again and mumbled under his breath. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
Asher was certain Harry was about to apologise again, like he’d done at the motel and again over breakfast. Asher didn’t want to hear it. “Now when we meet this woman, I will do the speaking. The conversation will more than likely not be in English, so if you have any questions you wish asked, tell me now.”
“I want to know who Professor Taleb worked for. Not the university. Whoelsedid he work for? What research did he do, and who for? What work he’d done at the gas or fuel sites. Did he work on site or fully remote? Names of anyone she can give us.” Harry sighed, as if his own questions annoyed him. “I don’t know if any of it matters now.”
