Daniel snorted. “I’m a pretty easy guy, Ash,” he said. “A peanut butter sandwich and a blowjob is about all it takes to make me happy.”
Asher turned up his lips in a cocky grin. “Well, I’m not sure I have any bread right now, but I can take care of the other task.”
“Yeah? We’ve never… I mean, you haven’t… I know we’ve only known each other a few days, but I have and….” Daniel let out a little moan and pressed his mouth to Asher’s, stealing one kiss after another, nibbling and licking at Asher’s lips until he opened and let Daniel in.
ASHER looked at the man in his lap. Daniel was shaking and panting, his cheeks were red, his pupils blown. He was the picture of arousal, and Asher strummed with need in response. He bent down and kissed Daniel again, hungry for more. The taste of Daniel’s mouth was so arousing, the small motions and whimpering noises he made so erotic it took Asher longer than it should have to put together what Daniel meant. He was reaching down to the button on his own jeans when it hit him—Daniel was talking about receiving a blowjob, not about giving one.
But that didn’t make sense. Asher topped. Always and in every way. He never let another man use his mouth, well, at least not in years, not since he’d started getting involved in the leather scene. And Asher was about to say exactly that when Daniel’s heated breath hit his neck. “You have me so worked up already,” he said quietly, his voice husky, his thin body trembling against Asher’s. “I’m dying to feel you but I just know I won’t last. I’ve….” He gulped and blushed. “I’ve wanted to feel you going down on me since we met.”
Well, damn. Asher closed his eyes and considered his options. At least he tried to consider them. The truth was, he was hard and horny and he wanted Daniel with a desperation he’d never before experienced and seemed unable to control. He moaned quietly, the noise almost sounding like a whimper. Nobody would know about this, he justified to himself. What could it hurt?
He snapped his eyes open when Daniel’s weight left his lap. He reached up instinctively, wanting the warmth, the man, back where he belonged. Daniel was standing in front of him, yanking his shirt off and pushing his jeans and boxers down. And suddenly, Asher was sitting on the floor with a nude Daniel standing above him, his cock at eye level, hard and heavy and clearly wanting.
Asher raised his gaze to Daniel’s face. His eyes were wide and expectant, he was chewing on his bottom lip anxiously, and Asher knew he couldn’t refuse him anything. It wasn’t Asher’s thing, but it sure seemed to be something Daniel wanted. All right, so he was going to suck dick. But not like this.
Asher got to his feet. “Get on the bed, sugar,” he ordered.
Daniel’s body shook, but he nodded and stumbled to the bed, crawling across it and giving Asher a view of the most perfect ass he’d ever seen and a little pink pucker he had yet to breach. That would change soon. But first, Asher would take care of Daniel, would give the man what he needed.
“Like this?” Daniel asked. He was lying on his back, his head propped on the pillows, hands clenched in fists at his sides, and legs spread. He looked like a feast, just waiting for Asher to consume him.
“Yeah,” Asher answered thickly. “Just like that.”
He planted his hands on the bed on either side of Daniel’s legs and lowered his head slowly, keeping his gaze locked with Daniel’s as he licked at his calf and then gave him a sharp bite. Daniel cried out but didn’t move away; he just breathed harder and released and clenched his fists. Enjoying the reaction, the unexpected power he felt in having this type of control over Daniel’s pleasure, Asher smiled wickedly. He continued to make his way up Daniel’s body, continuing the pattern—darting tongue, followed by bites and nibbles, all along the fair skin exposed to him. He tasted Daniel’s knee, his hip, his thigh in the spot so very close to his groin that Asher felt the man’s balls brush against his cheek.
“Ash!” Daniel shouted. Asher chuckled and soothed his tongue over the bite he’d inflicted to the sensitive skin on Daniel’s inner thigh. “I can’t….” Daniel gasped. “I’m gonna… Ash, Ash, I….”
Asher shot his hand from its perch on Daniel’s knee and circled the base of his cock, squeezing lightly. “Not yet. That’s for me and you’ll wait until I’m ready before you give it up,” he growled, surprising himself. If he wanted to avoid going down on the other man, he could do it, could make Daniel spend himself without Asher ever taking that ruddy cock into this mouth. But that wasn’t what Asher wanted.