by Ari McKay
Zach moved his hands lower, caressing Asher’s firm stomach, then cupping his hand over the hardening bulge at Asher’s crotch. “Looks like you’re on your way already, hmmm?”
“That’s what you do to me,” Asher said, rocking against Zach’s hand. “You keep me aroused and desperate.”
Zach flashed Asher a wicked smile, and stroked Asher’s cock briefly before stepping back. “Show me how much you want me.”
Smirking, Asher sauntered over to the bed and sat down to strip off his shoes and socks. Then he stood up and unfastened his pants. “How much do you want me to show you?” he asked, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to tease Zach.
“All of it,” Zach said, stalking toward the bed. “All of you. I want to see you naked and wanting.”
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and boxers, Asher shimmied out of them at the same time and kicked them aside. He stood in front of Zach without a trace of self-consciousness and curled his fingers around his hard cock, giving it an enticing stroke.
“This is how much I want you,” he said, gazing at Zach with hunger in his eyes.
The sight was almost enough to make Zach explode right where he stood, and he clung to his self-control. “I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life,” he murmured. It was hard to grasp that such a gorgeous, intelligent man was so hard and aching for him.
Zach moved closer and curled his hand around Asher’s, smiling wickedly as he stroked Asher as well. “Is that how you want to come?” he asked, leaning in close to nip Asher’s earlobe. “Do you want to put on a show for me before I fuck you?”
“I will if you want me to,” Asher said, shivering with pleasure at the nip. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want a lot,” Zach admitted. He released Asher and took a step away as he considered. “But what I think what I want most is for you to come when I’m buried deep inside of you, to feel your body tight and hot around me as you cry out. So get into the bed, and then I’m going to take you until you’re incoherent with need.”
Asher’s breath hitched, and the flush of arousal in his face deepened. “I like that plan,” he said as he turned and climbed onto the bed. He got on his hands and knees and rocked back, taunting Zach with an unobstructed view of his firm ass. “Do you want me like this?” he asked, peering coyly at Zach over his shoulder. “Or do you want me on my back so you can pin me down?”
Zach walked over and caressed Asher’s firm ass, sliding one finger teasingly along his crack. “As gorgeous as you look like this, I want to look at you,” he replied softly. “So on your back, and when I take you, I want you to wrap your legs around me. A little tit for tat, so to speak.”
A shiver rippled through Asher at the teasing, but he obediently rolled onto his back and settled against the pillows. “That seems fair,” he said, running his hand up and down his torso as he watched Zach. “Your turn to get undressed. The sooner you’re naked, the sooner you can fuck me, and I’m ready to feel you inside me.”
“I’m ready for it too,” Zach said.
He stepped out of his dress shoes as he fumbled with his tie, his fingers turning clumsy as his eagerness to fuck Asher grew. He finally stripped the silk tie away and tossed it carelessly on the floor, and his expensive new suit jacket followed, then his trousers, boxer briefs, and shirt. Finally, he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his socks, then reached toward the bedside table, opened the drawer, then took out the lube and a condom. He dropped them on the mattress before climbing into the bed. He knelt between Asher’s knees and ran his hands up Asher’s thighs to his hips.
He looked at Asher, admiring the gorgeous sight he made, then crawled up until he could lower himself onto Asher, aligning their bodies and moaning at the feel of Asher’s warm, firm body beneath him.
“Do you feel how much I want you?” he asked, staring into Asher’s beautiful eyes. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
Asher wound his arms around Zach’s shoulders, and rocked his hips up, gazing up at Zach with warm affection. “I feel it,” he whispered. “I like knowing you really do want me.”
“I want you so much, I think I’ll die if I don’t have you,” Zach said, then lowered his head, capturing Asher’s lips in a tender kiss.
This time, it was Asher who parted his lips and yielded to the kiss, offering himself up to Zach freely. Zach didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, sweeping his tongue into Asher’s mouth, exploring, tasting, wanting to steal Asher’s breath and leave him weak with desire. When he pulled back, flushed, and breathless, he sifted his fingers through Asher’s hair.
“If I do anything you don’t like, I want you to promise to tell me. All right?”
“I promise,” Asher said, offering a reassuring smile. “You’re doing good so far, except for the part where you aren’t fucking me yet.”
Zach smacked Asher’s hip. “And you said I was demanding?” he asked, shaking his head. Then he began to kiss his way down Asher’s body, spending a bit of time teasing Asher’s nipples with his tongue, just to make sure Asher was good and desperate. As he moved, he reached for the bottle of lube, then knelt once again as he coated his fingers with the slick liquid.
He wrapped his free hand around Asher’s cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke as he pressed one finger lightly against Asher’s tight pucker, circling it. He suspected Asher had rarely bottomed, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything to cause him pain. But Asher was relaxed as he spread his knees wide and lifted his hips to give Zach easier access, and he watched Zach with hooded eyes glittering with desire.
Slowly and carefully, Zach eased one finger into Asher’s body. “You’re so tight,” he said, giving Asher a heated smile. “Doing okay?”
“I’m good,” Asher said, reaching out to stroke Zach’s cheek. “Keep going.”
Zach stroked Asher’s cock again as he gently worked his finger in and out. When he felt Asher was ready, he slowly added a second finger, waiting as Asher adjusted to the stretch. He watched Asher’s face for any signs of discomfort, then carefully scissored his fingers. “Still good?”
Asher rocked his hips as if to send Zach’s fingers deeper. “I’m good. I just want more.”
Zach chuckled. “I should have known you’d be as pushy a bottom as you are a top,” he said, adding a third finger. He slowly turned his fingers and pressed against Asher’s prostate, watching eagerly for Asher’s reaction.
Asher gasped and grabbed Zach’s shoulders, clutching them tightly. “Please! I need more!”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Zach asked, delighted to see Asher so desperate. He continued the teasing for a few moments, but his own need was growing ever more urgent as well. “Do you want me to fuck you now? Do you want to feel me buried deep inside you?”
“Yes!” Asher whimpered as he rocked against Zach’s fingers, his body growing taut with need. “Please, Zach, I need you.”
Zach drew in a breath, carefully removed his fingers, and then grabbed a tissue on the nightstand to wipe his hands. Then he picked up the condom, opened the package with fingers that shook with eagerness, and rolled it on. After adding more lube, he capped the bottle and tossed it away. He rose up over Asher and grasped Asher’s wrists, grinning as he pinned them over Asher’s head.
“Is this what you need, Asher? Is this what you want?”
Moaning, Asher tugged at his wrists, but not hard, as if he wanted to feel the full force of Zach’s restraint rather than to free himself. “Yes…. Yes, I need this…. Please, Zach, fuck me…,” he pleaded, wrapping one leg over Zach’s hips to urge him on.
Zach couldn’t resist Asher begging him. He didn’t even want to resist. He transferred his grip and wrapped one hand around both of Asher’s wrists so he could use the other to guide himself forward. He sank slowly into Asher’s body, gasping as he was enveloped in tight heat, and buried himself deep. Asher sucked in a hissing breath as Zach filled him, but he pushed out as Z
ach slid in, to ease Zach’s passage, and he locked his legs around Zach’s hips.
“Feels good,” he murmured, his body relaxed and welcoming beneath Zach.
Zach cupped Asher’s cheek, searching his face for any sign of discomfort. “You’re so hot and tight,” he said. “I’ve never felt anything so wonderful.”
“You’re filling me up so good.” Asher gazed up at Zach with utter trust and openness, all reserve stripped away. He was laid bare to Zach in ways he never had been before.
Zach already knew he loved Asher, but the way Asher was looking him stole his heart all over again. This was where he belonged, and his breath caught as he looked into Asher’s eyes, wanting this sense of connection to never end. But his body had needs, and he needed to claim Asher’s body. He leaned down and kissed Asher hard, almost desperately, as he began to move, slowly at first, then speeding up as he took Asher with deep, hard thrusts of his hips.
Asher surrendered his mouth to the kiss and his body to Zach’s claiming thrusts, rocking his hips to meet each one eagerly, his needy moans growing louder. Gasping, Zach lifted his head and pushed one hand between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around Asher’s cock. He stroked Asher in counterpoint to the rhythm of their hips, wanting to drive Asher wild with need.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said raggedly, watching Asher’s expression avidly. “So hot and gorgeous. I want to watch you come. I want to see you lost in pleasure.”
Asher threw his head back on the pillow as Zach stroked him and cried out, holding back nothing of his pleasure at Zach’s touch. His body quivered as Zach brought him to the edge, and his skin was dappled with sweat. His breath came in ragged gasps as his arousal grew, and then his hips snapped up and he called out Zach’s name as he shattered beneath Zach.
“Yes!” Zach’s attention was riveted as he watched Asher come undone. He continued to stroke Asher through his release, wanting to wring every bit of pleasure he possibly could from Asher’s body, to give Asher a taste of the pleasure Asher always gave him.
Asher shuddered in the aftermath, the movement of his hips slowing as the pleasure ebbed away. He gazed up at Zach with half-lidded eyes, a sated smile curving his lips.
“That was good,” he purred, pressing his heels against the small of Zach’s back. “But it’s your turn now. I want to feel you come in me. I want to give you pleasure too.”
“You do. God, do you ever,” Zach said hoarsely. He released Asher’s wrists and grasped Asher’s hips as he started to move again. “So good,” he moaned, as his desire mounted swiftly and powerfully. Asher was all he wanted, all he needed, and with a cry, he buried himself deeply one last time as pleasure burst over him in an irresistible wave.
Slowly Zach came back to himself. He didn’t want to lose the connection to Asher, not yet, and with a sigh, he lowered himself onto Asher’s body, pressing a gentle, almost reverent kiss to Asher’s lips. Asher smoothed his palms up and down the length of Zach’s back in a leisurely caress as he returned the kiss.
After several moments, Zach pulled back to deal with the condom before taking more tissues from the box on the nightstand. He passed a few to Asher, and once they’d cleaned up, he snuggled close, throwing his arm across Asher’s waist and entangling their legs.
“That was unbelievable,” he murmured, his lips against the warm, damp skin of Asher’s throat.
“Mm… yes, it was.” Asher wound his arms around Zach and held him close. He was silent for a moment, and then he said quietly, “In the interest of full disclosure, that was the first time I’ve bottomed. For anyone.”
“What?” Zach’s voice was strangled as he lifted his head and stared at Asher, unable to believe what he was hearing. “But… I mean….” He tried to find the words to express his shock and confusion, and yet there was an undeniable sense of possessiveness as well, of smug complacency that Asher had shared this only with him. He swallowed hard, bit down on the obvious question that rose to his lips, and instead settled for leaning in to kiss Asher tenderly. “Thank you. I am honored.”
“No need to thank me.” Asher tightened his arms around Zach, giving him a reassuring smile. “I wanted to do this.”
Zach wanted to ask why, but he didn’t; he hoped it meant he was special to Asher, but he didn’t want to draw too much attention to the gesture, in case Asher started to feel pressured. Although he’d seen little evidence of Asher’s commitment issues, he didn’t want to do anything that might bring them up, especially now.
“I hope I made the experience memorable—in a good way,” he said softly, running his hand over Asher’s chest, stroking him gently. “I remember you asking me if it was my first time when I showed up with those documents. I thought you believed I was a virgin.”
“I thought it was your first time as an escort, not the first time you’d had sex,” Asher said, laughing quietly. “You were so earnest and responsive, totally unlike the escorts I was used to.” He pressed a kiss to Zach’s forehead. “I think the walls started coming down right then.”
Zach sighed softly and closed his eyes. “It occurred to me tonight at the party that you mistaking me for an escort was probably the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. Otherwise you might never have let me close to you.”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t have.” Asher tightened his arms around Zach. “I was afraid of letting people get close. I didn’t want to be like my father, and it was easier and safer to focus on work and keep people at arm’s length. But I felt a connection with you on that first night, and you showed me what I’ve been missing.”
“Dare I hope you don’t regret it?” Zach asked quietly. “Because I want to make you happy. You deserve to be happy.”
“It’s been scary at times,” Asher admitted. “But change always is. I don’t regret it, though. I’ve been happier this past month with you than I can remember ever being before.”
“Good.” Zach said the word fervently, and he held Asher close, wanting to enjoy this time together while he could. “I feel the same way.”
“I’m glad. I feel out of my depth with this whole relationship thing, so I’m glad to know I haven’t messed up too badly.”
“You haven’t messed up at all!” Zach chuckled. “If you treated me any better, I’d be nominating you for sainthood.” He didn’t want to leave, but he knew he’d better force himself to get up and go back to his own place. “It’s getting late. I should go home.”
But Asher pulled Zach closer and refused to let him go. “I have extra toothbrushes in the guest bathroom,” he said, a hesitant note in his voice.
Zach went still; Asher had never asked him to stay before, and he sensed this was another important step in their relationship. Of course he didn’t want to go anyway, but he decided not to ask Asher if he was sure. He didn’t want to give Asher a chance to have second thoughts.
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, rubbing his cheek against Asher’s shoulder. “I hope you don’t snore.”
“I guess you’ll have to find out,” Asher said, amusement lacing his voice. “I hope you don’t kick or steal the covers.”
“Not that I know of,” Zach said, smiling in relief that Asher understood he was joking. “But if I do, I’ll make it up to you somehow. Back rubs, perhaps?”
“That sounds like a fair trade.” Asher settled in with a contented sigh. “Sleep now, and in the morning, we can share the shower, and I’ll make breakfast.”
“I like the sound of that.” Zach reached out to switch off the lamp, then pulled the covers up, yawning widely. “Sweet dreams, Asher.”
“Good night, Zach. Sleep well,” Asher murmured.
“I will.” Zach closed his eyes and let himself drift off, but no dream could ever be as wonderful as the reality of sleeping in Asher’s arms.
Chapter Eight
“I WISH you didn’t have to go,” Zach murmured, sifting his fingers through Asher’s hair as Asher held him pinned against the door. He knew Asher couldn’t avoid goi
ng out of town for a consultation, but it would be their first night apart since Derek and Caroline’s party four days ago. Zach had quickly grown addicted to waking up next to Asher, and he hated the thought of spending a night away from him for any reason. But work was work, and it was just one night, so he would have to deal with it.
“I do too.” Asher nuzzled kisses along Zach’s jaw and tightened his arms around Zach’s waist. “But it’s only one night. We’re grown men. We can survive that long… I think,” he added, a teasing note in his voice as he nipped Zach’s earlobe.
Zach chuckled and leaned into the nuzzling. “It’ll be hard, but I think we’ll manage,” he replied. “You’re not making it any easier for me to go. Here I am, being all noble and leaving early so you can get some work done without me distracting you.”
“I do seem to forget about work when you’re around.” Asher drew back and brushed a kiss to Zach’s lips before releasing him with a wry smile. “I wasn’t making it any easier for myself either, if that helps.”
“It does.” Zach returned the smile, then reached for the doorknob. “You’ll call me when you get to DC? I know it will be late, but I’ll try to stay up. I’d feel better knowing you got there all right. Which is probably stupid, isn’t it?” He shook his head. “Here I am, acting like you haven’t done this a thousand times before.”
But Asher didn’t seem annoyed by the request. “I’ll call when I get there,” he promised. “It’s not stupid. Things happen all the time, and it’s nice having someone concerned enough to want me to check in.” He stroked Zach’s cheek lightly and smiled, his expression full of fond affection. “It’s nice to know you care.”
Zach suppressed the urge to tell Asher how much he cared. Though their relationship was going well, he still hesitated to push Asher’s boundaries too hard. He also still had a hard time believing that out of everyone in the world, Asher had picked him. Zach still didn’t feel like he was special enough to warrant Asher’s affection, and part of him was afraid Asher would wake up and realize it.
