Asher (Inked Brotherhood 1)

It makes me feel good. Makes me feel powerful—like he needs me as much as I need him. I can make him crazy with lust, give him such pleasure he gets l

ost in it and doesn’t realize he’s pushing my head down to take more of him.

I can’t. Have no idea how, he’s so big.

He opens his eyes when I pull back, looking so confused it’s cute.

And embarrassing. There goes my sense of power and sexy sassiness.

Concern crosses his features. “It’s okay,” he rasps. “Come here.”

I lick my lips and climb up the sofa, settling next to him. He draws me to his chest, an arm around my shoulders. A corner of his mouth lifts.

“You all right?” he asks, his voice husky.

It sends shivers all over me. “Yeah.”

“That felt so good.” His eyes are pale blue slits, and his lips stretch into a full grin. “So fucking good.”

I laugh, smothering the sound against his shoulder. “I was that good, huh?”

“You’re amazing,” he says, his voice suddenly serious.

“You didn’t come, though.”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

I look down at his erection. It’s rock hard, the head purple, and liquid drips from the small slit. It’s hot. Sexy. Makes my skin burn with desire.

As I watch, his cock twitches.

“If you keep looking at it like that, you’ll finish me,” he breathes, his voice catching.

“Really?”

He chuckles. “Wanna see?”

I put my hand down, trail a finger up his length. He shudders and more liquid seeps out.

“Yeah,” I say and close my hand around him. “I wanna see.”

He grunts. “Every time you’re near me I get hard,” he whispers. “Just thinking of you, looking at you, smelling you. The sound of your name makes me hard.”

I bite my lip. My face heats up.

“What do you want?” he whispers.

“I want to see you come.” It’s the truth, but I’m amazed the words come out of my mouth. I didn’t mean them to. My face grows hotter.

“God, I love it when you talk dirty.” He swallows, the knot in his throat moving. He places his larger hand over mine.

“Show me how,” I say.

“Fuck, Auds.” His hand presses over mine and starts moving up and down. “Like this.”

“You like this?”

“It feels so good.” His voice slurs, and I feel his cock swell more under my hand. “You feel so good.”