He paused. No more stroking. No more kissing. His hot breath ghosted my lips. When he leaned in and took my lower lip in his teeth, he slid the soapy hand behind me and fondled my backside, but he avoided exploring my crack and stayed far from my entrance. His nerves were back.

“If you want to fuck it, Ash, you can’t be afraid of it.”

I kept stroking him and encouraged him to use his other hand on my dick too. For a few minutes, it was kissing and handjobs because he still wasn’t venturing near ground zero.

He broke from my lips on a gasp and pressed his forehead to mine. One digit slid between my crack and circled my hole. “Like this?” His voice quaked.

“Yeah. Exactly like that. That’s it. I want your dick in there. I want you filling me. Pressing inside that tight hole. Owning me.” I caressed a thumb over the leaking head of his cock for emphasis. “Do you want to bury yourself in my ass?”

He nodded, and his finger got braver, circling and massaging my tight ring, applying the tiniest amount of pressure.

“Push it inside.”

He did, first the tip, but then he went farther. My hips jerked at the sensation, and I gasped, closing my eyes. “Fuck. So good. Love that.”

Encouraged, Asher slid his soapy finger in and out of me in short thrusts, a little deeper with each pass. “You’re so fucking tight. How am I ever gonna get inside there?” he asked, voice less than audible over the shower.

“Believe me, it’ll fit, and it’ll feel phenomenal.”

Asher buried his finger in me again and again, as far as it would go, his eyes not leaving my face, his pace on my dick more intent.

“Atti?”

I grunted, unable to make words.

He stopped stroking and caught my wrist, stilling my movements on his dick as well.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to fuck you now, or I’m gonna come just watching you like this.”

I chuckled and kissed the frown off his face. “Let’s rinse off and get out.”

I’d never seen Asher in such a hurry. When he retreated into the other room, he was still dripping since he’d spent no time with his towel. I found him on the bed, a mixture of lust and uncertainty on his face.

I crawled in beside him, lying on my side, mirroring him so we faced one another. “Lube?”

Asher produced the small bottle and a condom from under the pillow near our heads.

I took the bottle and studied my brother. “This is a bottom’s best friend. We don’t get shy with our lube usage, got it?”

“Got it.”

“I’m not sure what porn you watched, but there are steps to take before you can just shove this awesome dick inside me.” I took hold of him and stroked once.