He was losing his mind and had fallen into a slur of moaning and begging.

I tugged his hips higher, adjusting my angle, and that was all it took for him to lose it. Hello, prostate. A man’s best friend.

Asher’s eyes blew open so wide the whites showed all around. “Oh shit! Oh shit… Atti … ooohshiiiitt! Atti—”

Then he roared into the pillow as his orgasm overtook him. The fucker went hands-free. How was that for a show? I’d never accomplished that in my life, and I’d had my ass fucked plenty. It made me really goddamn proud that I’d managed to make it happen for my brother. Hell yeah, ego boost right there.

Who’s the sex god in the room? Me, that’s who!

If I wasn’t still balls deep and aching to blow a nut, I’d have probably high fived Jay and Dean.

Asher turned to jelly beneath me. I lay over him, thrusting slower and kissing along his damp shoulders while he caught his breath. The tingle had started along my spine, and my orgasm was knocking at the door. It wouldn’t take much.

“Want me to fill your ass, baby?” I whispered over Asher’s skin. “Wanna feel my cum inside you?”

He groaned and hiked his hips with tired effort. “Yes,” he mumbled. “God yes. Fill me.”

I braced myself on either side of him and picked up my pace. “Gonna claim you. No one can have this ass but me.”

“No one.”

“You gonna let me fuck it again after this.”

“All the time.”

“Gonna fill you up. You’re mine, Ash. Mine.”

“Yours. Always.”

My rhythm became jerky and irregular, my arms trembled, and then I was there. My eyes slammed shut as I unloaded in Asher’s ass, pulse after steady pulse. It was unending. I saw stars and was sure I was going to black out with the intensity.

When my senses returned, I collapsed on Asher’s back, out of breath as the shock waves rolled over me one at a time.

He reached a hand around and stroked my cheek. “Love you,” he muttered into the pillow. He sounded on the verge of passing out.

“Love you.”

“Was so good. So, so good.”

“So, so good,” I agreed.

Sounds registered as my vision cleared, and the ringing in my ears settled. Rustling. Movement. I dragged my eyes open and shifted enough to see what I was hearing. Our audience hadn’t heeded our request to take their activities elsewhere. They were basically fucking on our couch not ten feet away.

I didn’t have the energy to care and turned my head away to give them privacy—not that they’d ever ask for it.