Then his gentle fingers crested my pebbled nipple a second time. “Like this?”

“Nnugh… Yeah. More.”

He wasn’t kissing or tonguing my neck anymore, but his mouth was still close, and his breath warmed my skin in shaky exhales.

“Tell me. H-how do you like it? Elliot,” he added.

“Roll it between your fingers. Not too hard, but not too soft either.”

Asher lifted his head and peered deep into my eyes. But it wasn’t Asher, I reminded myself. It was Ender staring back at me. That lust, desire, and hunger radiating from his core were all for show. It was amazing how his hazel eyes had darkened and how they simmered with fake need. Even his pupils were dilated. How did he do that?

He stared right into my eyes when he rolled my nipple. They fluttered closed as my mouth went slack. More embarrassing noises climbed my throat, and all erection suppression efforts were lost. Asher had to know it was next to impossible to keep my dick in check. I tried. It wasn’t like I wanted to get hard for my brother.

Before I could garner some sense of control over my runaway libido, Asher backed me to his bed. My calves hit, and he guided me to lie down. I shuffled back, and he followed on all fours until he was above me, caging me in.

“Elliot? Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Don’t ever stop. I want all of it. You. Fuck me, Ender. Need you inside me.”

Asher’s hesitation was back. It flashed through his eyes at random then vanished when he got himself in control. This was hard for him. Harder than it was for me because of the whole gay thing. I could see it.

He traced my lower lip with his thumb while studying my face. “I want to taste this beautiful mouth again. I’ve been dreaming of it every day since the first time.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

He lowered toward me in fits and starts, like he was checking in or ensuring I wasn’t going to stop him. Then our mouths came together. His tongue glided softly along the seam of my lips a second before I granted him access.

Was it weird that I noticed how impressive Asher’s kissing skills were? It was astonishing. He was both rough and gentle, forceful and restrained. He gave and took in equal measure. The use of suction and tongue rolling was knee-weakening. He didn’t get carried away with his teeth, which I appreciated. The scruff on his jaw, roughing up my face, was perfect.

And his fucking lips were like silk. Jay had nothing on him.

I made a mental note to ask him what kind of lip care products he used because damn!