Weekend Boyfriend

by KyAnn Waters

  Flopping back against the couch, Asher closed his eyes and combed his fingers through Joel’s hair.

  Joel licked the slit, circled the head and tasted along the length. Dropping to his haunches, he slid his palms under Asher’s ass and lifted slightly, nuzzling into his balls. Asher grabbed his dick and pressed it tight to his abdomen. “Suck my balls.”

  A low hum rolled from Joel as he sucked one orb into his mouth, then the other. Releasing the suction, the ball popped from his mouth. “I never thought I’d enjoy sucking dick.” Joel licked the underside of the shaft. “I can’t seem to get enough of yours. I want more.” Grabbing firmly to Asher’s ass, he tugged him to the edge of the couch cushion, then forced his legs up. Asher gripped his thighs, pulling his knees to his chest.

  Joel paused for several agonizing moments. He wasn’t uncomfortable, wasn’t afraid, he was turned on as hell. He wanted in, in so deep he bottomed out. “I’m going to come in my jeans.” Joel’s cock kicked, stretched and leaked. Each pounding beat of his heart thrummed through his body. With a tender touch, he caressed Asher’s ass, massaging a slow circle into each buttock with his palms. The pressure parted Asher’s cheeks, exposing his tight pink pucker. Joel could barely draw a breath with the ache in his chest. With a gentle swipe, he brushed his thumb against the hot, soft hole.

  Asher hissed. “Fuck, put something in me.” He tightened his fist around his cock. “I need you in me.”

  “I thought it was your turn to fuck me.”

  “Not this time. I’m empty without you in me.”

  Emotions choked Joel. Trembling with arousal, he kept his touch deliberate and slow, they way he knew Asher wanted it, regardless of the words spilling from his lips.

  The first hesitant touch of his tongue to Asher’s ass sent flaring heat through Joel. Spreading his fingers, he palmed Asher’s buttocks, keeping his cheeks spread, and stretching open Asher’s entrance. With firm pokes, he stabbed into Asher’s ass, licked the pucker, then darted in again. Asher’s clean and wild taste floated across his tongue.

  A guttural groan rolled from Asher. Joel lifted his gaze. Asher’s jaw clenched and his head thrashed against the backrest of the couch. He contorted, his knees banging into his chest.

  Joel sat back. “Let’s go to bed. I need more room.”

  Asher stood and flung the cushions from the sofa. Joel grinned as he pushed the coffee table farther to the left. With a tug on the strap, Asher unfolded the hide-a-bed from the sofa.

  Joel unzipped his pants. “Condoms and lube.”

  Asher snatched plastic wrappers from the scarred and nicked end table and tossed them onto the center of the folded-out bed along with a bottle of liquid lube. Resting back on his elbows, he spread his thighs. Long, thick and dark, his cock bounced against his abdomen, leaving slippery drops of precum.

  Joel crawled onto the bed. Hovering above Asher, he leaned down and kissed his lips, his whiskered cheek and along his jaw. With a flick of his tongue, he teased Asher’s lobe. Then he whispered, “On your knees.”

  Scooting back, he gave Asher room to turn over.

  “I see this is how our relationship is going to work. You’re going to get whatever you want.”

  Joel chuckled. “Remember, I’m selfish.”

  He kissed Joel, a tender, lingering kiss of barely parted lips. “You’re not selfish, and I’m teasing. You’re all I want.”

  “Baby, I know what you need. I’m going to be so gentle you’re going to beg for more.”

  “With you, I’m always going to want more.” Asher rested on his elbows and dropped his forehead to the thin mattress. Firm buttocks led to muscular legs and defined calves. Even Asher’s feet were sexy with a high arched insteps, tapered heels and long perfect toes.

  Joel braced his palm on Asher’s tailbone then slid into the dip of his lower back. “Do you know what I love about us?” He took a slow trek over Asher’s hip and onto his ass. “Giving and taking doesn’t feel like being used.” With a fingertip, Joel touched the soft and tempting pink pucker. Then he barely pushed in.

  Asher groaned and his back bowed. “More. Give me more.” He laughed. “I can take more of your cock. I can’t take waiting.” He reared back, attempting to impale himself on Joel’s finger.

  “I want more, too.” Joel didn’t have much experience, but he knew enough to stretch Asher slowly. He pulled from Asher’s entrance, squirting more lube onto his fingers, then slid into Asher again. After several slippery strokes in, he drilled into Asher with a second finger. Then with a third, Asher’s inner muscles softened, melting around Joel’s fingers.

  Joel never would have believed he could get this hard, ache this deep to be Asher’s lover.

  Asher rocked on his knees, fucking Joel’s fingers. “Please.” Asher nearly whimpered.

  Close to coming, Joel didn’t dare touch his cock, not even to stretch on a rubber. Closing his eyes, he breathed slow and steady, trying to gain control of his emotions. The pleasure and need overwhelmed.

  “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.” Asher arched and he slammed back hard.

  “God, don’t talk.” Joel pulled his fingers from Asher and picked up one of the condoms. With trembling fingers, he tore the package. The rubber ring slipped from his grasp.

  Asher glanced over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  “No,” he said with a small laugh. He picked up the condom. “I’m shaking. And I’m so hard, if I touch my dick to put on the rubber, I’m going to come.”

  Asher turned and rose to his knees. “I’ll do it.”

  “No. If you even breathe on me, I’ll come.” Joel took a steadying inhale and fit the ring to the crown of his cock. Without finesse, he rolled the rubber down the length.

  Asher arched a brow. “Sure you can handle this?”

  “Actually, no. So if this is all over in ten seconds, don’t bitch.” Joel drizzled lube over his cockhead, and let it trickled down the shaft.

  “Fuck me now. We have all night.” Returning to his hands and knees, Asher waited. Broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist. Muscles carved ridges into the plane of his back. His head dropped and tension flexed his form. Part of Joel was relieved to see Asher was as unnerved as he was. Joel gripped the base of his cock, making a tight ring with his fingers. Erratic energy surged through his body and his heart slammed against his chest. A small shiver raced along his spine as he fit the head of his cock to Asher’s sweet passage.

  Before he could draw a breath, Asher reared back, impaling himself on the full length of Joel’s cock. Asher cried out as a violent tremble racked his body.

  “Fuck.” Joel jerked back. For a split-second he was afraid he’d hurt Asher. Then the rhythmic convulsions of Asher’s orgasm gloved to Joel’s cock. He slowly pulled out, reveling in the hot inner tissues massaging his length. Drilling back in, he slowly fucked Asher through his release.

  Having always preferred rough and aggressive sex, Joel had never enjoyed the erotic pleasure of a slow, hot fuck. “You feel so good.” With a subtle shift of his hips, he screwed into Asher again and again. Pressure built in his balls and slick heat seeped into his cock. Joel’s groin ground against Asher’s ass as Joel filled him. This was how sex was supposed to feel. It wasn’t just the pleasurable heat encasing his cock, but the emotions welling in his chest. It was sex with Asher that completed him in ways he hadn’t expected—didn’t know he was missing.

  He plunged again. With each decadent thrust, he began to increase his speed. A little harder. Faster. He wasn’t going to last.

  Asher’s face pressed into the hide-a-bed. Each time Joel drove deep, Asher responded with a shudder. A feral growl rolled from him. Bracing on one arm, Asher reached between his legs and fisted his own dick.

  “If you’re going to come again tell me now.” Because Joel couldn’t hold out much longer. Wild and daring. Adventurous. Reckless and honest. Asher was all those things and so much more. He was the person who loved Joel for who he was and not what he could g
et.

  “Almost there.” Asher’s biceps flexed as he pumped his fist.

  “Too late.” Searing heat surged through Joel’s veins. Euphoric pulses arced through him.

  Joel momentarily closed his eyes and savored the sweet release. His balls contracted and hot cum streaked along his shaft, shot through the slit and spilled into the condom. Asher followed, gulping air and shivering. White ribbons of cum streaked the thin sheet covering the hide-a-bed mattress.

  Joel didn’t move, could barely breathe and didn’t want to think. All he needed was the feel of Asher’s soft contracting tissues on his dick.

  Finally, Asher’s arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the bed. Joel slipped from his ass with a groan, instantly missing the heat of Asher’s body. Joel lay down beside Asher, facing him. He combed his fingers through the hair on Asher’s forehead, then pulled his hand back, unsure if Asher was the type to want to cuddle after sex. But, hell Joel wasn’t the type to snuggle so why was he feeling the need to connect with more than their dicks?

  Asher pillowed his head on a bent arm. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” Joel asked slipping off the condom, and carefully dropping it to the floor. “I’m the one who fucked up tonight.”

  “I should’ve trusted you. I do trust you.” Asher’s gaze shifted away. “I’m not used to feeling vulnerable. I am with you.”

  “Why? You know me better than anyone.” He smiled. “Enough to know I wasn’t happy with Shelly and why.”

  “But that didn’t mean you’d want me.”

  “That’s it.” He wrapped a palm over Asher’s hip and scooted closer, locking them together. Their flaccid cocks brushed. Chests nearly touching, legs entwined, Joel snuggled close. “Whether you want it or not, I need post sex cuddling.”

  Asher sighed and kissed his lips. Several soft kisses led to a deep tongue-twisting, searing exchange. Hands roamed, legs shifted on the sheet and cocks hardened. “I want cuddling,” Asher whispered. “But kissing and touching is going to get one of us fucked.” Asher gripped his ass.

  “I’m here.” He stared hard into Asher’s eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I can’t say what I’d expected, because I never expected to be in love with my best friend, not like this. I’ve always loved you, but now I realize I fell in love with you a long time ago. So maybe it isn’t so strange that even though our relationship has definitely changed, being with you…just seems right.” Joel yawned.

  “Let’s go to bed.”

  Joel leaned up on his elbows. “We are in bed. And I’m seeing the brilliance of having a hide-a-bed. This is definitely coming with us when we move you to the house.”

  Asher laughed. “Fuck that. Now that Shelly brought back your stuff, we’re not keeping this shit.”

  Joel pinned Asher to the bed. “If it means more makeup sex, we’ll fight about it later.” He nipped at Asher’s lips.

  “Just so you know. I love you and you never need a reason to fuck me. And you know what I want.”

  “Yeah, I know,” he said, placing quick kisses down Asher’s torso. Joel curled his fingers around Asher’s hardening cock. “Just suck your dick.”

  “See, you know me as well as I know you.”

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