“I know. I have to prepare you. With fingers. Like in the shower. Make sure you’re stretched enough.”

“Yes. With progressively more fingers. One won’t cut it. Three minimum before you fuck me, got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Any questions?”

Asher chuckled, but it was shy, and he struggled to meet my eyes. “Can we get to the good stuff now?”

“Please.”

He took the lube from my hand and poured some out, coating his fingers while biting his lower lip. I rolled to my back and hiked a knee up to my chest so he’d have all the access he needed.

He stared down at me, gaze flitting over my nakedness. Catching my eye, he smirked then instead of kissing me like I assumed he’d do, he bent down and sucked me into his throat.

My hips shot off the bed, and I cried out, “Motherfucker.”

He popped off again with a chuckle. “Not good? Should I stop?”

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved him back down on my dick without mercy. “I didn’t say stop. Less talking. More sucking.”

He chuckled and choked as I thrust down his throat. “You can suck my dick any day of the week, just so we’re clear … Nnugh … You’re getting better at that.”

He came off again. “I’m a perfectionist. Tell me how you like it.”

“I like it when your mouth is too full to talk and ask questions. Seriously, Asher, suck it! Do it.”

So he did, but unlike the time before, he snuck a finger between my ass cheeks and gave my hole attention too. When that one digit broke through and entered me, I was done for. The overload of sensations was too awesome, and any ability I had for making words was lost. I hoped my instructions had been clear enough, because Asher was on his own.

He was a fast learner. After pumping one finger inside me a few times, he added a second. When they were deep inside, he moved them around, stretching me and tapping my prostate. It wasn’t on purpose, I didn’t think, but it sent a jolt through me and a good dose of precum leaked from my tip. He hummed around my cock and sucked harder.

Noting what he’d done was good, he did it again. And again. And again.

I yanked his hair, pulling him off in a panic. “You keep that up, I’m gonna come down your throat.”

Asher moved up my body and kissed me instead as he added a third finger in my ass. His tongue speared me with the same intensity he was showing below. I’d told him three, and he’d gone to three, and I was done waiting. He had me so on edge I couldn’t wait any longer.

Breaking our kiss, I arched my hips. “Enough. Need your dick. Can’t… Need more. Please fuck me.”