Liam
This is ridiculous. What does Sam expect to get from this? Because the way I see it- there is obviously a reason that she wants Asher and I to come together like this. I just don’t know exactly what that reason is yet.
So what am I going to do? Well- I’m not going to kiss Asher, that’s for damn sure. I hate him and have hated him for as long as I can remember. Asher is not a person I’d be caught deadhugging, let alonekissing.
Not only that- but I’ve never kissed a dude before, and I’ve never wanted to. It’s simply not what I like. But if I were to kiss a dude? It obviously wouldn’t be the one standing naked, just two feet away from me.
“So?” Samantha asks.
I finally speak up.
“I’m not doing it.”
“Not doing it. Hmmm. May I ask why?”
“Well, first of all- I’m not gay. Let’s get that straight. But second- Asher is someone I’ve hated for years. That certainly hasn’t changed, and I don’t think it ever will.”
She gives me an odd look, before standing up and sauntering over to me.
“So you said you weren’t gay… but you see- if that were true, your cock wouldn’t be rock hard right now.”
“I’m not this hard because of him- I’m hard because of you.”
“But you’re mad at me, correct? So why would you be turned on by me at the same time, if you were really so offended that I asked you to kiss your worst enemy? Unless kissing him is what turns you on?”
I shake my head no.
A small smile forms on her face. She comes up to me, pulling me into her and kissing me. My hands immediately go straight to her ass, caressing it and then squeezing it in both of my hands.
God I missed this.
It’s funny how much I crave this woman whenever she isn’t around. She’s like some kind of addiction.
We make out for about a minute before she pulls away and turns to Asher. She takes his hands and leads him closer to me, before wrapping herself around him the same way she did me and making out with him right in front of me.
Does it make me mad to see her kissing my mortal enemy? Fuck yes. Does it make me want to grab him and plunge him right through the hotel window until he hits the pavement below? Sort of. But instead, I stand there and watch.
After what seems like forever, she pulls away from him. She turns back to me, pulling me closer to Asher. We’re only like ten inches from each other now.
She grabs my cock, beginning to stroke it slowly. My head starts falling backwards as I allow myself to feel the pleasure her hands give me. She really knows exactly what she’s doing, unlike anyone else I’ve ever been with.
When I look down, I notice that she’s stroking Asher’s cock as well, and my eyes can’t help but linger. I stare for a minute as she strokes us both, before meeting her eyes. My cheeks heat up just a bit knowing that she just saw me looking at Asher’s cock.
“Follow my lead,” she whispers into my ear.
I look into her eyes in complete confusion. Suddenly, she stops stroking my cock and grabs my hand, guiding it towards her other hand, which is still on Asher, stroking him faster and faster.
She removes her hand and quickly replaces it with mine, while grabbing Asher’s hand and placing it on my own cock. I’m in such shock that I don’t even know what to do.
Part of me wants to bolt out of this hotel, move to another country, and never come back. But another part of me, somewhere deep inside- that’s intrigued by this, and wants to see where this goes. I’m deeply ashamed of that part of me.
Suddenly I feel Samantha’s hand on the back of mine, and she begins moving my hand up and down, getting me into a rhythm. I follow her guidance, until she lets go. And now I’m just stroking Asher’s cock- the person I hate most in this world- while he strokes mine.
I realize that this entire time, I’ve been looking down, watching my hand on him. I slowly inch my eyes up, until they land on his.
He meets my eyes, and we stare at each other for a second, our stroking picking up speed. Now we’re yanking on each other as fast as we can, watching each other’s facial expressions, almost like we’re competing to see who can make who cum first.
We inch towards each other, until our lips are a mere fingerbreadth away from each other. Then, finally- we kiss.