The Jock Script (The Script Club 3)

“C’mere, baby.”

Ash’s nostrils flared as he moved closer. He set his hands on my chest and met my gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered reverently, rolling his thumbs over my nipples. “And so big…everywhere.”

I brushed a kiss on his lips. “Touch me, Ash. Touch me like you mean it.”

“Like this?”

He trailed his fingertips down my abs, licking my pecs, then my ribs. The featherlight tease gave me goose bumps. Before I could protest, he grabbed my bare ass and squeezed my cheeks. I blinked in surprise when he ghosted his fingers along my crease. I didn’t think I’d like that, but I did. Fuck, I liked it all and I’d take anything he’d give me.

Ash didn’t linger. He kissed my stomach and sank to his knees on the rug, breathing me in and licking me from base to tip. He twirled his tongue around my crown, his eyes locked on mine, his hand firmly clutching his erection through the cotton barrier. I wanted to command him to take them off, but he was in control here. Sneaky bastard. Leave it to Asher to be the one on his knees, calling the shots while my legs trembled and my pulse raced.

I pulled back slightly and tapped my dick against his cheek, wordlessly communicating “more, more, more.” He bit his bottom lip and pushed his boxer briefs over his ass. He gripped himself in a firm hold and bent to swallow me.

Holy fuck. He was good at that.

I combed my fingers through his hair and watched him greedily suck me one minute, teasing me with lazy licks the next. He stroked himself as he worked me over. He twisted his wrist and smeared precum over his cockhead, polishing his pole expertly. The visual and tactile stimulation pushed me too close to the edge. I had to be inside him. Now.

I tugged at his hair to get his attention and gently guided him to his feet, chuckling when he hooked one leg around my thigh like a monkey. I picked him up and carried him to my room, stealing kisses along the way. I set him down and shoved the duvet aside before digging for a condom and lube in my nightstand drawer. I heard the mattress squeak behind me and smiled at the thought of him smoothing the sheets on my unmade bed.

But when I turned to him, he lay on his back with his legs spread wide, massaging his hole with a single digit.

Gah, and now I was on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

I wiped a bead of sweat from my brow and sheathed my cock with a shaky hand, then poured lube over his hole. He let out a raspy moan as he pushed his finger inside. Or maybe that was me. I stroked my cock through the latex and reached out to do the same for him.

Damn, he looked so beautiful with his finger in his ass, fucking himself like he didn’t have a care in the world. It was hard to believe this was the same guy who admitted to alphabetizing his pantry and geeked out when he saw the trailer for the new live-action Star Wars series.

Those things didn’t turn me on, but Asher did. He was my personal fantasy come to life with those sex-hazed eyes, swollen lips, and crooked glasses on his perfect nose. I didn’t know it was possible to feel lust and affection at the same time. I wanted to fuck him and hold him…but mostly fuck him.

I released him to fondle his balls and rub my thumb alongside his opening.

“Let me take over,” I commanded in a deeper timbre than normal. I added more lube and eased two fingers inside him. “Is that good? Jack yourself for me. That’s it. Good boy. So fucking good.”

“Mmm. I’m ready. Please.”

“Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you. Relax. That’s it.” I teased his opening with the tip of a third digit and massaged his prostate till he chanted my name over and over. “So good, Ash. So good.”

“Fuck me, please. Please.”

I pulled my fingers out and leaned over, bracing one hand next to his head as I nudged the tip of my cock at his entrance. I teased his hole, but I didn’t move much. I honestly didn’t know if I had the restraint not to go too hard. I didn’t want this to be over too soon. Asher had his own ideas…or maybe he lost patience with me. He wrapped his leg around my ass, lifted his hips, and pulled me close. I got the message. I inched my way inside him and didn’t stop until my balls rested against his crack.

We shared a smile. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it felt like acknowledgment of something bigger than either of us could explain. Friendship, but more than friendship. Maybe that didn’t make sense. I just knew this felt special.