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)
Daniel thrust his hips up as Asher pressed forward. They increased their speed, both of them grunting, until Daniel arched his neck and cried out Asher’s name. Wet heat spraying between their bodies proved to be Asher’s undoing. He pushed inside as deep as he could and stilled.
“Daniel!” he cried, looking into soulful brown eyes. “Daniel,” he whispered. Then his orgasm took away the power of speech and he pulsed over and over into the tight body beneath him.
They lay together, both of them sucking in air, Asher combing his fingers through Daniel’s hair, Daniel massaging Asher’s nape. Eventually, Daniel lowered his legs, stretching them alongside Asher’s body, and Asher pulled out, tying off the condom and dropping it to the floor before turning back to look at the man in his bed.
Twinkling eyes gazed at him, Daniel looking sated and relaxed and happy. He cupped Asher’s cheek and leaned up, clearly wanting a kiss. And even with the sexual pressure released, Asher found he wanted to give it. He truly enjoyed kissing this man.
“Mmm,” Daniel moaned as their lips met. “Thank you. That was fun.”
And Asher had to agree. He didn’t know sex could be like that. Light and warm at the same time. Passionate, but happy. They’d laughed together, smiled at each other, seen each other.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “It was.” He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and squeezed Daniel as tightly as he could. A thought suddenly occurred to him. “Did you say you used to teach Taekwondo?”
“Uh-huh,” Daniel murmured. He kissed his way down Asher’s neck and sternum, then over to his nipple. Then he licked around the areola and took the nub into his mouth, suckling gently.
Asher shuddered. Nobody had ever played with his nipples that way and he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it. Even though he couldn’t get it up again, the feeling was arousing and relaxing in equal measures.
“When did you do that?” he asked, continuing their conversation.
“Umm, one of my mom’s exes worked at a dojo in New York when I was a kid. I was pretty small, kinda flaming—” Daniel winked. “He said I needed to know how to protect myself, so he took me under his wing, let me sit in on all his classes. I kept up with it on my own after they broke up, but I didn’t do it full time until I left Santa Fe. He had moved to Oregon and opened his own dojo, so I went there and worked for him. When I wasn’t working, we were training. It was like full immersion, so….” Daniel shrugged as he let the thought trail off.
“And you’re a third-degree black belt? That’s what you said, right?” Asher asked. Daniel nodded. “That’s pretty impressive.”
“It was fun for awhile.”
Asher rubbed circled on Daniel’s back. “I can see how it would be. Why’d you stop?”
Another shrug. “I don’t know. I guess it felt like I’d figured it out, you know? Like I’d done it so it was time to move on to something else.” Daniel took in a deep breath and straightened his arms, holding himself above Asher. “Hey, you hungry?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am, actually. How about you feed me that dinner you made and we go at it again?”
Daniel laughed and patted Asher’s ass. “Sounds like another good deal.”
“SO, WHAT’D you make for me?” Asher asked as he walked into the great room. He had put on a pair of socks and sweatpants and he was pulling on a long-sleeved T-shirt.
“Pot roast with carrots on the side,” Daniel answered. He was standing in the kitchen, scooping food out of a pot and onto plates. And he still wore only the long-sleeved baseball-style T-shirt he’d had on earlier. The shirt was short enough that his entire ass was exposed, and when he bent his leg to scratch his left calf with his right foot, Asher could see his balls swinging and a portion of his flaccid dick.
It would have come across as an attempt at seduction—not that anybody had ever tried to seduce Asher in that type of ensemble—but Asher moved his gaze from Daniel’s ass to his face and noted that he was perfectly at ease, just performing his task with no ulterior motive. Somehow seeing him in just the shirt was dirtier than if he had been completely naked. And if Asher hadn’t shot his load just minutes earlier, he was pretty sure he’d have bent Daniel over the counter and taken him right there.
“Is this enough or do you want more?” Daniel turned with a plate in his hand and held it out toward Asher, completely comfortable in his almost nudity.
The food looked and smelled delicious. The pretty dick swinging between Daniel’s legs even better.
Asher walked over to Daniel and took the plate out of his hand. “This is great,” he said. “You made it?”