After I’d sucked him long enough to bring beads of sweat to his forehead, I pumped him with my hand while replacing my finger with my tongue, licking around his tight muscle and applying a bit of pressure.

Asher cried out, and his whole body responded, shuddering and arching off the bed. His eyes flew open. “Holy fucking shit!” Wild-eyed, he stared down at me, watching what I was doing. “Oh God. Wow. Oh… Fuck.”

Jay laughed from the sidelines, and Asher gave him the finger as his jaw came unhinged. “Are you for real right now?”

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I sucked his hole once and then applied enough pressure to penetrate him with my tongue. He shuddered and groaned, head falling back on the pillow. I stabbed my tongue into his hole again and again.

That action reduced Asher to putty in my hands. He hiked his knees higher and was moaning and groaning and panting in no time.

Dean’s guess was off by two full minutes. I was rimming Asher for less than one before he was begging to be fucked. Again, the two members of our audience chuckled. Asher no longer had the capacity to give them hell. He was a begging, desperate, needy mess, and I loved every minute of it.

“Give me your dick. Please. I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me already. Atti, please.”

I didn’t give him my dick yet, because he wasn’t ready, no matter how desperate his pleas. I took time, finger fucking him and sucking his cock into my mouth again as he dripped a steady stream of precum down my throat. Whenever he got too close, I pulled off, climbed his body, and found his mouth, kissing him senseless as I ground our erections together.

“Please. Fuck me now. I’m ready.”

“Three fingers. That’s my rule.”

I thought he was going to cry. He thrashed his head side to side, fisting the blankets and my hair.

Taking pity on him, I slapped an ass cheek. “Roll over. All fours. Show me that beautiful ass in the air.”

Asher threw me off so fast in his desperation to do as I asked, it earned him more laughter from the sidelines.

Asher buried his face in a pillow and presented himself, knees wide, fingers tangled in the blankets, dick like a steel post between his legs.

I added more lube and a third finger, moving them slowly in and out. Asher moaned and pushed back on them, matching my rhythm and encouraging me to speed up. When he reached for his cock, I knew if I didn’t step it up, he’d finish himself.

I removed my fingers and coated myself with lube. I overheard Dean’s low voice saying to Jay, “Fucking bareback. Jesus, this is great.”