I don’t know when I fell asleep, but hours later, I woke to darkness and a warm body wrapped around me. The body was familiar and smelled like happiness and contentment. I tucked my face against Asher’s shoulder and closed my eyes, lulled back to sleep by his steady breathing and warm skin.

I woke again before dawn. This time to a hand around my dick, stroking me. When I peeled my eyes open, I found Asher’s hazel eyes staring at me with intent.

“Nnugh… Is this what mornings are like with you?”

“When I spend all night dreaming about fucking your ass they are.”

“Not complaining. Just curious. It’s good.” I arched my hips and covered my face as I moaned.

“Atti?”

“Mmm.”

“I love it when girls suck me off.”

I frowned, parting my fingers and peeking out at my brother. “Your bedroom talk needs help. Dude, you’re killing the mood.”

“No. I mean … blowjobs.”

“Are … nnugh … amazing?”

“Yes. I’ve never given one, only received, but I like them a lot.”

“Ash. I’m halfway delirious with the need to come. Please speak English.”

He didn’t clarify. Instead, he slipped down my body and took me into his mouth, all the way to the root. He choked, pulled back, then went at it again.

I cried out and lifted my head, meeting Asher’s watery eyes as he took my dick down his throat again and again.

And that was the end of all sentence-making. The only thing that left my mouth was a continuous string of moans and gasps and whimpers. I didn’t know where this sudden courageous attitude had come from, but far be it from me to question Asher mid blowjob. If he wanted to learn to suck dick, I would gladly be his training dummy.

I grabbed his hair, resisting the urge to thrust down his throat, knowing this was new for him. It wasn’t the best blowjob I’d received, but it wasn’t the worst either. It was amateur and sloppy but so fucking good for the predawn hour, all I could do was take it.

Poor me, waking up to a blowjob.

He continued with gusto, his determination making up for his floundering skill. If I could have rubbed two brain cells together, I’d have told him how proud I was. As it stood, he was lucky I found most of the words to warn him about my impending orgasm because a mouthful of cum on his first time might be a shocker to his once-straight system.

“Ash … Fuck … Gonna … Stop … Shit.” I tore at his hair, encouraging him to release me so he wouldn’t get the surprise of his life when I shot down his throat, but the idiot batted my hand away and sucked me harder.

I shot off like a cannon, grabbing his pillow and muffling my cries as I filled his mouth.