“Elliot,” Asher croaked. “Tell me you want this too. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this. I tried to stop it. I tried to make this feeling go away, but I can’t. I want more every time I’m with you. More, more, more.” With each punctuation of the word, he thrust against me, dragging his bare and solid erection against mine, heightening the pleasure exponentially.

I could only grunt and make nonsensical noises. My brain cells were misfiring. My body tingled and burned hotter and hotter.

“Elliot. Please. Tell me you want this.”

Asher’s face was buried in my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin, his chest crushed to mine as he kept a steady motion below.

“Ender … please,” I moaned.

“Please what? Say it.”

A wet spot was gathering in my underwear. I was dripping, and my impending orgasm lingered so fucking close to the surface, I was starting to freak out.

My mouth said, “I want this. Please. So good.” While my brain was screaming, “Abort, abort, abort!”

The following two minutes happened in a blur of overwrought sensation I could no longer control. Asher’s hand disappeared between us, and he wrenched my underwear down enough to expose me. His dick came into direct contact with my own, and we both grunted and groaned at the same time.

My precum was evident. I felt it wet between us, but somewhere in my head, I got the sense I wasn’t the only one leaking everywhere. The slide it caused was blissful.

Asher anchored himself with one fist tangled in my hair and the other wrapped around the sheets. He moved with determination, breath panting, and I caught the words “Holy fuck” somewhere in the mix.

My body trembled. My nails dug into Asher’s ass. He frotted faster, grunting, and gasping more little words that registered too late in my head. His warm lips circled my ear. His tongue flicked my lobe.

I was gonna come. There was no stopping it.

“Ash … Ender … Fuck.” Who the hell was I pleading to? I didn’t know anything anymore. “Stop. I’m gonna come. Oh fuck. We have to st—”

Hot warmth spilled between our bodies just as Asher’s hold on my hair grew painful. He moaned, the vibrations tickling my earlobe. Then a violent shuddered took him over, and he bit down on my shoulder hard enough to break the skin.

It took my brain a beat to realize it wasn’t me who’d come. It was Asher. And that was all I had time to think because he didn’t stop thrusting his slippery, cum-coated dick against me. My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, and the puddle between us grew as I arched into Asher and cried out way louder than I should have.

It was blinding. My ears rang, and sparks of white light splashed across the inside of my eyelids. Then all went still.