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)
Grateful that he’d have the pleasure of Asher’s hot skin pressed against him all night, Daniel followed Asher’s instructions and pushed his jeans and briefs down his thighs. They dropped to his ankles and caught on his shoes. Asher took a step back without letting go of Daniel’s hair. He moved his piercing gaze from Daniel’s eyes to the floor and back again. The message was clear—Asher wanted Daniel to help remove his shoes. Daniel scooted off the bed and squatted at Asher’s feet, unlaced the shoes, pulled them off Asher’s feet, and then peeled off his socks.
Asher loosened his fingers in Daniel’s hair and then seemed to be petting Daniel as he knelt before him and helped him undress. When Daniel was done, he started to get up and found himself on his knees with Asher’s groin in his face. A gentle pressure on the back of his head told him without words what Asher expected, and he was perfectly willing to comply. More than willing, actually. Daniel’s heart slammed against his ribcage and his dick tented his boxer shorts.
He moved his face closer, wanting to smell Asher’s musk, taste his skin. But a sudden grasp of his hair held him in place. He winced and looked up questioningly. Asher rubbed his fingers on Daniel’s scalp in apology for the unexpected pain.
“You’re coming home with me,” Asher said. Daniel was still a little groggy from sleep. Add in his intense arousal from the scent and feel of the man before him, and he was having trouble following the conversation. “On Sunday, when we leave Vegas,” Asher clarified, apparently sensing Daniel’s confusion. “You’re coming home with me.”
“I am?” Daniel asked, not that he was opposed to that plan. It meant being with Asher, and Daniel couldn’t remember ever wanting a man with this level of intensity.
“Yes. You said you aren’t working right now and you’re trying to figure out what to do next. You’ll come live with me and I’ll take care of you while you figure it out.”
“Oh, I… I don’t need you to take—”
“You’ll come live with me and I’ll take care of you,” Asher repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Okay,” Daniel said, his voice breaking as he gulped in air. He wondered if he could cum just from the sound of Asher’s deep voice telling him how things were going to be. At that moment, it seemed possible. He was so turned on.
“That’s a relationship,” Asher said and then hesitated, almost as if he wasn’t sure whether his statement was accurate.
Daniel made a mental note to ask him about his past relationships. He wanted to learn more about Asher’s past, wanted to see all the details that went into forming the strong man standing above him. He was distracted by the feeling of Asher’s hard dick being dragged across his cheek and over to his mouth. He moaned in approval, feeling somewhat surprised Asher could get it up, given how much he’d been drinking that night. Asher took the opportunity to paint his lips with the slick head of his cock.
“We’re in a relationship,” Asher said again. “Suck me.”
It was an easy order to follow. Daniel licked his lips and opened his mouth, letting Asher hold his head in place and push inside, not stopping until he hit his soft palate. Daniel loved giving head, always had, but it’d been a while since his last boyfriend and that man hadn’t been as well hung as Asher. Plus, being on his knees in front of Asher wasn’t the best angle for deep-throating. The combination of those things resulted in what should have been an embarrassing amount of gagging.
But Asher didn’t seem to mind; if anything, he looked turned on. He stood above Daniel, wrapped one hand around the base of his dick and gripped the back of Daniel’s head with the other as he fed Daniel his length and gazed down at him. Every time Daniel made a choking sound, Asher’s eyes heated and he groaned. The saliva pooling in Daniel’s mouth became too much and he couldn’t swallow around the thick rod thrusting into him, so the liquid drizzled past his lips and down his chin.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Asher said, his whiskey voice husky with arousal. He moved his hand from his dick to Daniel’s cheek, petting him gently before swiping his thumb across Daniel’s spit-slick chin. “Look at you. On your knees, drooling for me.”
Daniel would have blushed, but all the extra blood in his body had pooled in his groin. He reached into the fly of his boxers and fished out his dick, moaning in pleasure as he pushed into his fist.
Asher’s eyes were on fire. He increased his pace, thrusting his hips hard, his grunts sounding loud in the room. Then he twined his fingers in Daniel’s hair, yanked his head back, and stroked himself two times before long ropes of white ejaculate shot out and landed on Daniel’s cheek, his nose, his lips, and his chin.