Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
It was unexpected, but Asher was enjoying this. He was enjoying the taste of Daniel’s skin, the way the man gasped and trembled for him, the need pouring out of Daniel, all for him, all because of what he was doing. As he swiped his tongue up Daniel’s balls and along the vein on the underside of his dick, Asher didn’t feel a hint of submission within himself. It was a new type of control, to be sure, but he was in charge of the interaction, of Daniel’s body, of his pleasure, of his orgasm. And with that in mind, Asher circled the head of Daniel’s cock with his tongue and dropped his mouth over the flaming skin, taking Daniel in as deep as he could before applying strong suction and pulling up.
“Ash!” Daniel keened, tossing his head from side to side, arching his back. “Please, please,” he begged, completely undone.
If Asher’s mouth hadn’t been so full of dick, he would have smiled in satisfaction. Oh, damn, he was so turned on he ached. So much so that he was seconds from losing it just from the feeling of Daniel’s cock on his tongue, his musky scent, his trembling body, and breaking voice.
He pumped Daniel’s cock, his hand meeting his lips at the midpoint of that rigid pole, for a couple of strokes, and then he pulled off with a pop. “Come,” he demanded, and then, without giving it any thought, he dropped back down, taking Daniel into his mouth instead of pulling away. He wanted to taste the intoxicating man’s seed.
Daniel cried out his name like a benediction as shot after shot of bitter liquid pulsed into Asher’s mouth. When Daniel was done, Asher scrambled to his knees and tore at his pants, wanting to free his cock before he came in his jeans. He never would have imagined that he’d be so turned on by giving someone else pleasure, but there it was.
Before Asher realized it was happening, Daniel was sitting up, lowering Asher’s zipper and reaching for his dick, his movements just as desperate, just as hungry. Asher tangled his fingers in the man’s hair, tipped his face back, and then dipped his own head down, smashing their mouths together. Daniel whimpered when Asher thrust his tongue into Daniel’s mouth, allowing the man to taste his own semen.
With his free hand, Asher pulled on his own dick, using rough, fast strokes. Daniel whined and pressed closer, and that was all it took—Asher yanked Daniel’s head back and grunted as the orgasm racked his body and he shot hot, white ejaculate on Daniel’s chin, neck, and chest.
“Fuck,” he grunted once he could breathe. That had been intense. Crazy intense.
Daniel wrapped slender arms around his hips and clung to him. He pressed his cheek against Asher’s groin, his hot breath threatening to get things started all over again. Asher gently stroked his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Good?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.
Daniel looked up at him, his face relaxed and sated, and he nodded. “Yeah.”
“You see?” Asher said. “You fit just fine with me.” Not in the way Asher had expected, but, yeah, Daniel was going to fit just fine into Asher’s life.
Chapter 11
A KNOCK on Asher’s open door distracted him from the interminable stack of paperwork on his desk. He looked up in relief. “Yes?”
Oliver was leaning against his office door. “Time to go,” he said.
Asher darted his eyes to the clock on the wall. It was five o’clock, and much as he wished his job actually ended at that hour, it didn’t. Which was something Oliver knew full well, seeing as how he he’d been the assistant district attorney assigned to Asher’s precinct for over ten years. “We don’t have plans, do we? Because I’ve got another hour, at least, and….”
He stopped himself before he admitted that he was itching to get home to Daniel. He’d left the house at seven that morning and had suffered through a pile of post vacation work all day, but Daniel had never drifted far from his mind. He’d even called the man at lunch just to check in. It was ridiculous and he couldn’t come up with any chemicals to blame, airborne or otherwise.
“We have that computer training meeting today, remember?” Oliver said. “You signed up for it after you missed the one last month. And the one before that. Aaaand the one before that. Let’s go.”
“Fuck,” Asher growled. “Can’t do it today. I have to catch up on the real work I’ve missed since Thursday. You know how hard the first day back from being away is. There’s not time to waste on—”
“Save it, Asher. I don’t make the rules and I’m suffering through this just like you just so I can have the privilege of logging in on your computers. I don’t want to hear your bitching; let’s go.”