Something in the Way He Needs (Family 1)

“’S my job,” Asher said.

“Still?” Daniel asked, his voice rough with emotion, his face full of hope and yearning.

“Always,” Asher said.

They came together—hands possessing, bodies gliding, and mouths moving over skin and tongues and lips. Asher knew he could never get enough of the man in his arms. He wanted to consume Daniel. He scooted down the bed and licked at Daniel’s balls, mouthing them gently before swiping his tongue up Daniel’s cock and then sucking him down. Daniel moaned, running his hands over Asher’s skin. Then he somehow twisted his body until he was underneath Asher, taking his thick, long cock into his mouth.

Asher thrust down, fucking Daniel’s face at the same time that he bobbed his head up and down on Daniel’s dick. It was ungraceful and hurried, but it felt so damn good Asher wanted to cry with it. Then he popped his mouth off Daniel’s cock and flipped him over.

Daniel was on his belly, his head at the edge of the bed, his shoulder next to Asher’s knee. Asher pulled him up until his chest was flat on the bed but his knees were tucked under him, raising his ass. Then he draped his torso across Daniel’s back, wrapped his right arm around Daniel, and planted his hand on the bed. He rubbed his left hand up Daniel’s thigh to his ass, pulling his cheek to the side before he buried his face in Daniel’s trench and plundered his hole with his tongue.

“Oh, holy shit, Asher!” Daniel yelled. He reached back with his left hand and gripped Daniel’s arm, rolled his neck, and bit down on his bottom lip, grunting in pleasure.

Asher thrust his left hand between Daniel’s legs and started pulling on his dick, jacking him hard as he feasted on his ass, licking, sucking, fucking that hole with his tongue. When he couldn’t wait another minute, he flipped Daniel onto his back, spread his legs apart, draping his knees over his forearms, and shoved his aching cock into that tight, glistening hole.

“Ah!” Daniel shouted, his face contorting with a pained pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, take it!” Asher grunted, fucking Daniel hard and deep, pushing into his body so hard his head dropped back off the side of the bed.

Asher wrapped a meaty hand around the back of Daniel’s neck and pressed his thumb against the base of Daniel’s throat, exerting just enough pressure against the man’s windpipe for him to feel it.

Daniel grasped his cock and yanked desperately, his eyes closed, a litany of cries escaping his mouth as Asher shoved mercilessly into his hole. They grunted and groaned, pushed and pulled together, rising higher and higher. And then Daniel’s eyes shot open and met Asher’s.

“Love you!” he shouted, and he came, long and hard, white cream pouring over his hand and streaking across his stomach.

Asher lost it, shouting and thrusting and sweating and cumming until his body shook too hard to hold him. He collapsed on top of Daniel, pushed his sweaty hair off his face and gazed at him in wonder.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

Daniel whimpered and then pressed his mouth to Asher’s, licking and nibbling before sucking Asher’s tongue into his mouth. When the need to breathe became imperative, they separated and Daniel gasped in air. “Love you so much,” he said, and then he searched Asher’s lips out again. “You gave me a home. First time I ever had that. Only person I want it with. Please don’t take it away from me.”

“Never,” Asher growled. “You’re mine.”

“Why?” Daniel asked. “Why me?”

“Because my life was cold and empty before you came into it. Because my house was sterile and boring before you made it a home.” He looked into Daniel’s eyes and let everything he felt for the man shine out. “Because I love you, Daniel. You’re my family.”