Page 42 of Broken
Shimmying my underwear down, I drop them to the side and wrap my hand around my straining cock and groan. My head is sticky with precum, and I drag it down the underside of my shaft.
“Asher,” I moan as I force the toy to swallow my cock. It feels good, tight and wet, but I want his hands on me. Finally leaving the wall, he drops to his knees at the end of the bed and grabs my hips to pull me to him. I let out a surprised squeak that quickly turns to a moan when his tongue slides over my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as he holds my cheeks open and buries his face in my ass, sucking and licking the flesh. My hand stills for a minute, distracted by the sensations.
“Fuck yourself with my toy and come for me, Eli. Show me what a good boy you are.”
Electricity shoots up my spine, hardens my nipples, and tightens my nuts as my hand gets back to work. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that during sex, and I fucking love it. I want to be his good boy.
His finger pushes into my ass, and he nuzzles my sack as the obscene sounds of sex fill the room. The sucking and wetness of the lube in the toy are a soundtrack to my pleasure.
“I love the way your body takes me.”
“Please fuck me,” I beg the man driving me fucking crazy. “I need it.”
“No, you’re going to come like this, then I’m going to use your mouth.” The words are firm, no nonsense, like he’s telling me about the fucking weather.
My back arches, and I’m done. Exploding over my chest and inside the toy. It lands on his shirt that I stole last night, and I cry out in a pitiful whimper of release. Breathing hard and weak, my hand loosens on the toy.
“Tsk, tsk, such a messy boy,” Asher scolds, picking up my hand and licking my cum from my skin. I watch his tongue dance over my hand, cleaning me, while the haze of the high tries to drag me to sleep. Once my hand is cleaned off, he removes the toy from me, picks up my dick, and gives my tip a hard suck. I’m so damn sensitive after I come I hiss at the contact, but he’s already letting me go.
“Come here,” he orders, standing up and dropping his clothes to the floor. His dick is thick and veined, standing straight out, full and hard. My mouth waters for a taste.
I struggle to sit up, and he grabs my hand to pull me toward him, then helps me out of the cum-stained shirt before stepping back enough for me to drop to my knees on the floor.
“Tongue out, eyes on me.”
I stick my tongue out as far as I can and drop my head back to watch him. His hand buries in my messy curls, and he uses my mouth like a fuck toy. I’m good at sucking dick when I’m in control of it, but like this I gag when he goes too far. He doesn’t slow and stop, just keeps fucking his cock with my mouth. I fucking love how he uses me.
“Such a sweet mouth,” he groans, thrusting to meet my mouth, fucking my damn throat while saliva and tears run down my face. I wrap my arms around his powerful thighs and watch as the arousal claims him. A shudder rolls across his body in a wave as he comes down my throat.
His eyes close and he pants, his dick throbbing on my tongue as he empties himself into me. At this point, I’ve got more of his cum than food in my body when I swallow.
“Suck.”
I close my mouth around him and do what he said, sucking the last few drops of cum from his dick as he pulls out. With a hand on the back of my neck, he lifts me from the floor and kisses me hard, in a claiming kiss I feel down to my toes. It turns me on that he can taste himself on my tongue and doesn’t care.
“Get dressed for the beach.”
I nod quickly, licking his taste from my lips.
“I’m going to shower, then we’ll go sit in the sand for a while.”
Asher kisses my forehead and heads to the bathroom. I watch his sexy ass walk across the room, then dig in my drawers for a bathing suit. I think I shoved something in here.
After five solid minutes of searching, the only thing I can find is a yellow goddamn speedo. I slap my hand over my eyes and try not to scream. Why am I like this?
Begrudgingly, I change into the damn thing, all the while singing “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini”in my head. Looking in the mirror, I can see the edges of my scars and the bandage from the other night. Unease quivers in my stomach at the idea of someone seeing it. It’s bad enough that Asher knows, but I don’t want whispers or stares. Shit.
I dig through some of the complimentary shit the resort gave us and find sunblock. We will need more, but it’s a start. My pale ass will burn to a crisp if I’m not careful.
Grabbing the backpack I tossed in the closet, I wrap the brownie back up after shoving another huge bite in my mouth and put it inside—being high as fuck on the beach sounds magical—along with a book, my camera, film, and some snacks. I’m going to need the high in order to wear this outside. Why do I even own it? I have no damn idea.
Asher opens the door to the bathroom and stops when he sees me.
“Absolutely not.”
I turn around to face him with my hands on my hips. “Excuse me?”