Wait, what?
No.
That was too close to kissing.
And just no.
“Someone is feeling feisty today.” Ash lifted his free hand.
“Why do you hide that you’re bi?” Shit. Why hadn’t I kept my mouth shut now that he’d confirmed Dec’s suspicions?
“Why wouldn’t I?” He wrapped his hand around my throat, circling it loosely.
“Oh!”
The gasp fell from my lips without my permission.
“You’re such a slut.” He tightened his grip, putting just the slightest amount of pressure on my throat. “I’ll bet you’re wet for me.” He bent his head so his mouth was next to my ear.
I moaned embarrassingly loud.
“You want this.”
I didn’t even try to hold back my pathetic whine.
“Slut,” he rasped and brushed his lips over the sensitive skin of my ear.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he pressed down on my throat, cutting off my air midbreath.
Holy fuck.
Was I into this?
Did I have a choking fetish?
Ash released the pressure and looked between our bodies, then worked the button of my shorts open, shoved his hand into my pants, and gripped my cock.
“Oh shit.”
“That’s it, slut. So fucking wet.” He stroked his hand up my length, then let go.
He fumbled around for a moment, then something hot and hard was pressing against my flesh.
Holy shit.
Was his dick out?
“Look at them.”
I lowered my gaze.
His cock was beautiful.
Easily seven, maybe eight inches long and thick. The mushroom head was nearly purple, and a big, sexy vein ran down the thick shaft.
I wanted to taste him.
“That’s right, slut.” He gripped both of our cocks in one hand. “You knew this was going to happen when you fucked with my stuff.”