Craving My Best Friend's Father

Nico’s POV Was he mistaken? No. Nico knew exactly what he had seen. He could recognize his son’s best friend anywhere. Asher Vale had been standing in the hallway while Nico fucked the guy he’d paid for, and he was almost certain the boy had been stroking his own cock. Those arctic-blue eyes had been unmistakable even in the dark. Nico could picture the flush that must have painted Asher’s cheeks brighter than ever. Had he come? Had he liked watching Nico rail that stranger? Or had it disgusted him? The questions flooded Nico’s mind as he drove into the guy’s mouth one last time and emptied himself down his throat. The man was pretty enough—nothing special. Just another ass to pound, another mouth to use. “Get dressed,” Nico said flatly. “The door’s behind you.” The guy blinked up at him with dazed eyes, his lips swollen and glossy with cum. “That’s… that’s it?” Nico didn’t know what the hell he’d been expecting. Cuddles? “That’s it.” He watched the man fumble into his jea

Nico's POV The kitchen was silent except for the sound of their mingling breaths. Asher stood there, his cheeks flaming, those glacier-blue eyes fixed on the floor as though it might open up and swallow him whole. Nico could hardly believe it. How could he never have had sex with anyone? His pulse hammered. His cock was already thick against his thigh, straining hard against the zipper of his jeans like it was trying to claw its way toward the boy in front of him. “You’ve never had a full hard-on. Not once?” Asher swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Never.” “Not even morning wood?” He shook his head, cheeks burning darker. “So how the fuck do you cum, Asher?” Nico asked, stepping in until Asher had to tilt his head back to hold his gaze. “You came when you were watching me, didn't you?” Asher’s breath hitched. “I… sometimes it stands when I’m alone. But it’s just… p**n. I jerk off and that’s it.” Nico dropped his gaze to the obscene tent in Asher’s sweats. His dick looked

Asher's POV Um... actually, Sarah—I was just about to shut this whole thing down, find some polite way to extract myself from Sarah's grip without causing a scene, when Luca and Mia suddenly stood up across the table."Hey, guys," Luca said. "Mia and I were thinking of catching that new rom-com down at the theater. Starts in like twenty minutes. You two seem to be hitting it off, but... you wanna come with?"Luca's eyes turned to me, practically begging me to say no.I could hear his internal monologue praying I wouldn't cockblock him now that he'd finally gotten Mia alone. Mia was beaming up at him, oblivious, but Luca's foot was tapping under the table like he was ready to bolt.I rolled my eyes, making sure he saw it, but kept my voice light. "Nah, man. You two go ahead. We'll just... hang here or whatever. Have fun."Luca's face lit up like I'd just handed him a winning lottery ticket. "You sure? Cool, cool. Alright, catch you later, Ash." He clapped me on the shoulder as he pa

Nico's POV I watch the flush crawl up Asher’s neck like wildfire, painting that pretty skin crimson, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cock throb harder against the thin fabric of my gym shorts.He’s trying so damn hard to play it cool—his eyes darting between my face and my chest like he can’t decide which part of me he wants to devour first.I step closer.Close enough that the heat rolling off his body mingles with mine. Close enough that I can smell the faint trace of cheap body wash and nervous sweat clinging to him.“You’re a terrible liar, pretty boy.”His breath hitches.I don't know where the pet name suddenly comes from but his gorgeous eyes flick up to mine, and I see him surrender to the thick sexual tension humming between us.I reach out slowly, giving him time to bolt if he wants to.He doesn’t.My palm cups the side of his throat, thumb brushing the frantic pulse hammering under his jaw.His skin is fever-hot. I feel the tremor that runs through him when I press just a l

Asher's POV I stared at the massive poster plastered on the bulletin board outside the student center, my eyes scanning the grid of class schedules.Fall semester was creeping up faster than I expected, and I needed to make sure my psych elective didn't clash with that godforsaken 8 a.m. calc class. Out of nowhere, a freight train slammed into my back. Okay, not a literal train, but it might as well have been.Arms wrapped around my waist in a bone-crushing hug-tackle, and I went down like a sack of potatoes, my face smooshing against the poster. The air whooshed out of my lungs, and I wheezed, trying to twist free."If it isn't the gorgeous Asher fucking Vale!" Jax's voice boomed right in my ear, laced with that signature cackle of his. The guy was built like a brick wall—because he basically was one—and he had this habit of turning affection into assault. I swear, half the time I wondered if he was trying to hug me or audition for WWE."Get the fuck off me, you lunatic!" I chok