Unable to process his proposition without questioning him further, I shoved it from my head so I could work through this scene with Asher the way Lewis wanted it.

Take two was far better than take one. Asher was more relaxed and smiled freely as we play fought, wrestled, and shoved pillows at each other. At one point, he tugged the blanket around us both, making it impossible for me to move, and things revved up. The steam and looks between us became more serious. Our hands found purchase on skin, tugging closer instead of shoving away.

Lewis verbally encouraged us to keep going. For once, he wasn’t complaining.

When we fell onto the mattress, limbs tangled with Asher on top, Lewis told us to hold the pose. He moved Asher’s hand to my chest and told me where to hold my brother, then he instructed us to get closer, “Be more intimate.”

That wasn’t so much of a problem anymore. Asher grinned down at me, his dimples on display. The hand on my chest was close to a nipple, and he inched it higher so he could brush the hardened nub.

My lips parted, but I held back the audible gasp that wanted to escape. Asher caught my struggle for control and tipped his forehead to mine, breathing hot air across my lips in ragged pants and puffs.

“It’s so fucking hot when you make those sounds.” His voice was low enough only I could hear. “Turns me on like nothing else.”

His fingers moved again. My hips responded that time, bucking an inch and bringing my groin in contact with his leg.

“Maybe tease his chin and neck with biting or kissing,” Lewis suggested.

Yeah, I was doomed to be hard forever at this rate. Asher obeyed, grating his teeth along my jawbone as his fingers moved freely over my nipple, no longer holding back. He rolled it, pinched it, flicked it, and then ate up my groan when it sounded loud enough for the whole room to hear.

“Yes! Hold there,” Lewis yelled.

We froze, mouths grazing, eyes connected, hearts pounding.

“Arch your hips up like you did before. Grab his ass over the covers and pull him down against you,” Lewis told me.

So I did, crushing my erection against Asher’s thigh. It brought a whimper to his lips. “So fucking good,” Asher breathed against my mouth.

The camera clicked several times before he told us to keep going. More kissing, he demanded. More touching. Just more, more, more. And don’t stop.