His cock got even thicker in my hand, and I saw his balls clenching and trembling. He was close to the edge, and as warmth flooded my sack, I knew I could go, too.
Instead, I gave him another slow, excruciatingly soft stroke, then pulled my hand away.
“On his knees,” I said to Rory, somehow certain I should address him instead of Asher. “I want to paint his face.”
Asher moaned again as he fell to his knees, Rory dropping down beside him in order to keep his hands tight behind his back. I thrust my cock in his face, and without even a second of warmup, he swallowed it down, stretching his jaw and taking me between his red, puffy lips.
It was soft and warm and tight, all at the same time, and I felt another surge of power as I slammed my rod into the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” I groaned, tightening my hand in his hair. “Swallow it!”
Asher kept whimpering and moaning, choking on my cock. My thighs crashed against his chest as I jerked my hips, an orgasm building with every second. I wanted to unload in him and fill him up, but even more than that, I needed to see his face, covered in cum like last time.
I yanked my cock out, then fisted my base hard. As Rory held Asher for me, I shot sticky jets, spraying load after load of hot cum against his angelic cheeks and his whimpering, glistening lips. Light sparkled and exploded all around me, and pure, hot pleasure charged through my muscles.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy,” Asher moaned. “Just like that!”
I let out a low growl, then gasped for breath. Stumbling backward, I steadied myself against the back of the couch.
Asher licked desperately at his lips, and sweat poured down his chest. His cock was still twitching, pink, and ready to shoot.
I reached my hand down and gripped him. I worked him up and down, feeling the climax build as cum dripped off his face. And when I rubbed my thumb across his tip, it finally happened.
“Fuck!” he groaned as he shot his load, pearling across his abdomen. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Slowly, I started to come back to myself, reality filtering back in as the orgasmic haze faded. Rory helped Asher up again, and I joined them, taking each into a deep, sloppy kiss.
“Good boy,” I whispered to Asher, wiping a bit of cum off his chin with my thumb. “How are you feeling, my good boy?”
He blinked a few times. Emotions seemed to swirl behind his eyes, and for a second, I thought I caught a hitch in his breath. But then he shook his head, grinned, and dove forward, sucking the cum off my thumb. “Fan-fucking-tastic,” he said.
I laughed, then leaned against Rory, suddenly eager to feel his arms around me. “Glad to hear it.”
Asher rubbed his face, then shook his head quickly, obviously still recovering. I thought about how much I always liked care and attention after Rory was a little bit kinky with me and pulled him into our embrace. He was sticky with cum, but that just seemed like a good excuse for us to all take a shower later.
And I was suddenly feeling a strong desire to wash him and towel him off.
“When does your sister come home?” Rory asked. “Do we need to clean this place up?”
Asher shook his head. “We have a while.” He pulled himself closer into our embrace, then let out a contented sigh. “Let’s just lay here a little bit, okay? While I catch my breath?”
“Sure,” Rory said, stroking the back of his head. “As long as you like.”
“As long as you like,” I agreed. “That sounds nice.”
Chapter Fourteen
Asher
I woke up to the ring of my cell a couple of days later. Yanking away from another dream featuring Rory and Franklin, I almost thought I was still asleep when I saw Franklin’s name on my phone.
“Hello?” I said, trying to sound like I hadn’t been still sleeping this close to noon. “Franklin?”
“Hi, Asher!” Franklin said, his voice ticking up when he said my name. I bit down a smile, then pulled myself up on my elbows. “I hope you’re not busy?”
“Not at all. What’s up?”
It wasn’t the first time I’d heard from Franklin since our last date—or from Rory, for that matter. They’d both texted me and said that they had a nice time, and we even sent a couple G-rated selfies. But it was definitely the first time either of them had called me out of the blue.
“I had something I wanted to run by you,” Franklin answered. “Do you remember the friend of mine that we ran into at the racing simulator?”
“The alien racing simulator,” I teased. “Yeah, I remember.”
“She needs someone to pull together a booth and display for a small convention the weekend after next. It’s pretty straightforward, and as I thought over our reorganizing projects, I realized that I basically had all the supplies myself.”
I blinked my eyes shut, then rubbed my knuckle against them. “Okay…”
“What do you say?” he asked. “Should we take this show on the road?”
I thought carefully, trying to make sure I understood him correctly. “Like, more work?”
“Exactly!” he said. “I think we’d make the perfect team. You and I could pull together some appropriate decorations and displays, do a little assembly work before hand, and then install it for the client.” I heard Marlene yip in the background noise. “What do you think?”
Probably, I should have paused and acted like I was considering it. But it wasn’t like I had any other job offers lying on my desk.
Or a desk.
“Fuck yeah,” I said. “Let’s build some cool shit.”
Franklin laughed loudly, and a satisfied feeling spread across my chest. “Excellent. We can talk details when you come in to help with the garage next?”
“Yes—” I said, then bit down on my lip before a Sir or a Daddy slipped out. “Catch you later, Franklin.”
I jumped out of bed, tugged on a pair of boxers, and then wandered toward the kitchen. Lilith was sitting in the living room, flipping through mail, and she started laughing when I entered the room.
“What?” I asked.
“What’s that grin about?” she asked. “You still crushing on your favorite geeks?”
I dropped onto the couch across from her, landing with a flop on my back. “Duh. I told you about our date.”
“In far too much detail,” she laughed, then shoved a cup of coffee across the table. “Here. Drink this coffee. I put too much sugar in.”
I grabbed the mug by the handle, then lifted it in the air. “You’re the sappy one who owns a bunch of mugs with hearts all over them.”
“Oh, yeah?” she teased back. “Is that what this is about now? Hearts?”
I took a drink of the extremely sweet coffee, then dropped the mug back on the coffee table as I sat up. “I’ll have you know Franklin just called me. And we’re getting more work together.” I shrugged. “We’re not cooling down yet, is all I’m saying.”
“You don’t have to tell me. You know two of the guys who bartend at the Steel Rose are in triads.”
I scoffed. “Triads. Whatever.” Words like that always seemed silly to me, like I would think we were married or something serious. “We’re just hooking up.”