Page 50 of The Rest is History
“He has? How?”
“I feel a little dumb saying it but I really think he’s been checking me out.”
Asher’s hips flex beneath me. I’ve learned recently that it’s becoming impossible for either of us not to react whenever Reece’s name is mentioned. I rub the back of my head over his lap. I can’t help it. The thought of Asher being turned on by thoughts of Reece checking me out turns me all the way on too.
“What makes you think that?” Asher asks. His voice is quiet, but I don’t miss the rasp in it. Asher’s sex voice.
“I mean, he stares too long sometimes. Other times, I catch him looking. But I act like I don’t notice. And some things you can just sense, you know?”
I sit up and slide over Asher’s lap until I’m sitting in the space on the other side of him and my legs are laid across his lap. Searching his face, I add, “I must be seeing what I—” Well, shit.
“Seeing what you want to see?”
“Fuck, Ash,” I groan.
He leans forward and swipes his tongue across my lips. “This thing with Reece is getting out of control, sweetheart.”
“What should I do?” I ask, panicked, taking full responsibility, my balls aching while I deny how much I want Reece.
“Well, it’s not like we can just invite him over for a threesome, right?” It sounds like a quip, but Asher is looking at me with dead serious eyes.
“No,” I say, watching his face carefully. “It’s not like—”
“But what if it’s that simple?”
I laugh, despite the thickening of my cock. “Like, invite him over, sit him down here on this couch and ask him if he'd like to have sex with us?”
“I mean, some couples do it, right? It’s probably not that weird.”
“But this is Reece. What if he says yes because it’s you he wants?”
“You said he’s attracted to you. I trust your instincts.”
“Are we really talking about this, like seriously, talking about this?”
Asher kisses me hard. His cock is digging into the back of my calf. “If you prefer, we can try with someone else. Just cut Reece out of the equation, and see what happens.”
My first thought is fuck no because I don’t want to share Asher with anyone. Anyone else. Only with . . . with Reece.
“No,” I breathe into our kiss. “This is so fucked up, but the only person I’ll share you with is your ex-lover.”
Asher palms my cock. “That is fucked up,” he murmurs. “It’s so fucked-up that I want to fuck him while you watch, and then I want to put my dick inside him while he’s already got you inside him.”
I groan loudly, thrilled and shocked and I’m rock hard. “Fuck, Ash. That’s so hot.”
He pulls me into his lap, lifting his ass to push down his sweats. His cock slaps against his stomach and I pull one leg of my sweats off, not bothering with the rest of it. Ash grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer on the side table, and then with two lubed fingers, he sinks his digits into me. Curling his fingers slightly, he rubs against my prostate.
“Fuck, Asher. You’re so fucking good, babe. Those fingers are just fuckin’ magic, sweetheart.”
I grab the lube and, with the other hand on the backrest of the couch to help me balance, I pour lube onto Asher’s cock. Stroking him a few times, I get him ready, then shift until the head of his penis grazes my hole.
We groan together as I sink down onto him, slowly and a little at a time until he’s balls deep. My head tips back and I let out another loud groan.
“Fuck, baby,” Asher moans against my chest. “I love your ass.”
“Fuck that ass, Ash, sweetheart. I love how you fuck my ass.”
I bring my forehead to rest on his shoulder. “Let’s invite Reece over,” I pant. “Maybe he’ll like seeing how good you fuck me. Maybe he’ll beg you to fuck him too.”
