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“Lay back,” he murmurs against my skin, pushing against my chest until I’m flat on the stone countertop. I shiver when the cold seeps through my shirt.
Grabbing my shorts, he pulls them down with my underwear and drops them on the floor, not giving a fuck. Asher lifts one of my legs to hook over his shoulder, then leans forward to lick up the underside of my cock. My back arches and my hips jerk at the sensation, a gasp escaping my throat. He runs his tongue around my head before sucking me into his mouth, gagging when he goes too far.
I can’t stop the whimpers falling from my mouth as he sucks and bobs, twirling his tongue around me, and just playing with me. It feels fucking amazing, and I’ve been too long without him.
“Asher,” I whine, tangling my fingers in Asher’s messy hair. “Please.”
His big hand cups my ass cheek, kneads it, then slaps it hard enough to sting. Every muscle in my body tightens as my dick throbs on his tongue. He hums around me, and I can’t hold it back. I come in his mouth with no warning.
“Fuck. God. Jesus. Shit.” My hands clench into fists as I try to think past the orgasm rocketing through me but fail. I didn’t warn him. Fuck.
He doesn’t stop sucking on me until I’m completely drained and sensitive.
Asher pulls off my dick with a pop, and it drops onto me with a damp slap while I pant.
“I’m-I-I’m sorry,” I finally manage to get out in between breaths.
The sound of a jar opening and the top hitting the counter barely sinks into my head. Asher lifts me onto my side, and my leg straightens as he stands, no longer bent over his shoulder but against his chest.
Using just one hand, he grips my thigh until my knee bends, keeping my hips off the counter.
“Hold it,” he demands, and I flex the muscles to hold myself up. Slick fingers slide between my cheeks and press against my hole. Asher watches my face as he pushes one finger, then two inside, pumping in and out of me. My eyes want to close, and my body is heavy from the orgasm I just had. It takes a lot of concentration, but I manage to stay in place.
“Such a tired boy, worn out already.” Asher adds a third finger, and I groan. “Let’s see if we can wake him up.”
With his free hand, Asher pushes his clothes out of the way and grabs more oil to coat himself. I drag my teeth over my lip as I watch him stroke himself. My dick starts to twitch when his fingers pick up speed, pumping into me and stretching me for him.
“Hmm . . . getting sloppy, baby.” He pulls his fingers out and drops my hips back to the counter, pushing me onto my stomach and lifting one leg to bend on the countertop. He moves me until my dick is pointing to the ground and my toes are barely brushing the floor. Asher smacks my ass cheek again, the sound echoing in the space. The heat from his palm soothing some of the sting, and he pushes into me. Not taking it slow, just all the way in until his hips hit my ass.
“You take it so well, baby,” he groans, grinding deep inside of me and gripping my shoulder. “You look so perfect with your ass stretched around my dick.”
I shudder, goose bumps breaking out along my skin at his words. He pulls out slowly but thrusts back in fast and hard, setting a brutal pace. He’s fucking me so hard I’ll have bruises from the edge of the counter digging into me, but I don’t care. I want him to own me.
With one hand on my shoulder and one on my raised thigh, he takes everything he wants from me and turns me into his fuck toy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Elliot.” Asher lifts my face to his, not letting me look away from him.
Tears burn the backs of my eyes as he uses my body.
“My good boy.” Asher drags his lips down my throat. “So perfect for me.”
The words falling from his mouth are just as deadly as his dick. I don’t know how long he fucks me. Time no longer has any meaning.
My dick wakes up with a vengeance, and I come again before Asher fills me with his own orgasm. We’re both sweaty and spent, panting and tired by the end. He bends over, dropping his forehead to my back as he catches his breath.
“I love you, baby,” he pants. “We’ll figure this all out, okay?”
“Yeah,” is all I’m capable of right now. His dick scrambled my brain. There are no thoughts past sleep.
Asher presses a kiss to my damp skin and slowly slides out of me. I hiss at the friction against the abused flesh, and he helps me down. The counter, cabinet front, and the floor are all a mess, but he doesn’t seem to care, just lifts me in his arms and carries me down the hall.
“I’ve waited too damn long to have you in my bed,” he grumbles into my neck, licking at my salty skin. “You’re mine.”
My heart flutters, and a lazy smile lifts one side of my lips as my eyes close. I barely recognize getting laid in a bed and covered with a blanket. A pressure settles on my chest as Asher lays on me, and I pass out.
The sun is rising when I open my eyes again. I guess we forgot to close the curtains when we came in here. The sky is full of color as the sun dips below the horizon. Asher has his thigh between mine and his head on my chest. I run my hand through his hair with a smile on my lips, loving the intimacy of this moment. It’s easy and comfortable here where it’s just us.
The silence is ruined with the insistent ring of a phone. Pretty sure it’s mine. There are only two people who call me, Jordan and my mother. If I don’t answer, Jordan will give it an hour and try again, but my mother will keep calling until I answer.
