I didn’t have time to answer. He unbuttoned my jeans, his palm causing friction on my already stiff and aching dick, then he encouraged me to lift my hips so he could yank them off. I was hard as steel, and Asher’s face was closer to my erection than I expected. He seemed focused on it too, staring with a look of wonder and intrigue as he tugged my feet out of my skinny jeans.

When my pants landed somewhere on the other side of the room—not anywhere near our fake washing machine—Asher shucked his own pants, leaving his underwear in place.

I didn’t get a chance to glimpse the state of his dick before he tugged me off the TV stand. My legs went around him automatically.

Okay, I remembered this part.

“Ender. What are we doing?” Or maybe I was asking Asher because something was majorly different about this practice session than any other. I didn’t know who I was supposed to be anymore.

“Doing what I’ve wanted to do for weeks,” he growled.

My back hit the wall, his lips crashed to mine, and he thrust against me.

And holy fucking hell, he was as hard as I was. He’d gotten over his erection shyness fast.

The angle wasn’t right, but Asher was quick to correct it, sliding me lower so we lined up. Part of my head was glad we’d kept our underwear on. Another more devious part was aching for more flesh.

This is what happened when your only companion was your right hand for months on end.

Asher’s mouth devoured me, sucking my tongue, nipping my lips, holding me prisoner against the wall. I locked my ankles and held on for the ride. And ride me he did. He’d paid attention to that video and knew exactly what he was doing. Our lower halves lined up and rubbed together with each movement. It was impossible not to take pleasure from it. My body didn’t care who was providing the amazing sensations; it just wanted more.

Asher grunted, his hips moving in slow, precise movements, and he pressed me to the wall, grinding. Our kiss grew uncoordinated, and Asher’s arms trembled.

I was about to suggest he put me down because I must be heavy, but he was already halfway to the bed before I could voice it. Then I was falling, bouncing, and Asher was there again, on top of me. He pulled my legs back around his waist and… Where the fuck did his underwear go!?

My eyes blew wide when I reached for his ass cheeks—like we’d discussed, but also to double-check I wasn’t losing my mind—and came into contact with bare skin. He was fully naked.