So he let me, and I showed him no mercy. He’d probably feel bruised tomorrow with the ravaging I gave him. I was sure the grip I held on his hair was painful too, but Asher let me slam into him over and over without complaint. He choked a few times and sputtered. It was messy, but the comments from our audience only encouraged us on.

Propped with my feet up for leverage, I drove into Asher’s mouth until I was shaking and panting and trembling, verging on release.

“You’d better not come, Atticus,” Jay warned. “Enough.”

With a whine of disapproval, I released my hold on Asher and fell back on the bed, my dick pulsing and needing more attention. It dribbled an endless stream of precum that Asher licked up with a huge grin.

“Asher needs some attention now. Make it good for him. Make him beg for your dick. Make him beg to be fucked. Can you do that, Atticus?” Dean asked.

I liked a challenge. “Hell yeah.”

I shoved Asher onto his back and kneeled on either side of his waist. He toyed with one of my nipples while stroking me. I rolled my hips, enjoying the tight grip of his hand as I slid in and out. “Baby,” I said to him. “I’m gonna do that thing to you that you swore you wouldn’t like.”

Asher stilled, his gaze flitting to Jay and Dean. “What thing?” he hissed, his nerves no longer hidden.

I leaned down and pecked his mouth, whispering, “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“Then just go with the flow.”

He nodded, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow. Before I could move down his body, he grabbed my arm and lifted his head to say something in my ear. “And don’t think I didn’t catch the baby. You’ll pay for that.”

Oops.

When I was settled between Asher’s legs, I glanced at Jay and Dean. “How long until he’s begging to be fucked? I’m taking bets.”

They shared a look before Dean said, “Three minutes. Tops.”

Asher lifted his head. “Fuck you all. I don’t beg.”

Jay waved his hand, encouraging me to proceed.

I met Asher’s eyes and urged him to hold his knees back. They trembled, but I didn’t think anyone saw but me.

We’d spent the past few weeks practicing with fingers in his ass. He’d loved it and now understood what his prostate could do for him.

I popped the cap on the lube we’d left nearby and wet a finger. Then I massaged his hole while paying some attention to his slightly flagged erection, bringing it back to life. Me sucking him while I fingered him was his new favorite thing, so when he closed his eyes and fell back into the moment, I was glad.