تسجيل الدخولASHER POVElliott is in my room when I get back. His hand is in his pocket, the other twirling around a mini toy puck, leaning against the door, staring at me—which is his definition of pacing."You look disastrous.""But I still look better than you," I reply, and he leans away from the door. Dipping both hands and the toy puck into his pocket, he takes a measured step to me... then to the President Obama picture that sits on my dresser by my bed."You remember when your brother came out gay." Go, Elliott. The bastard already figured me out, or something, and he won't stop."Don't remind me," I grind out, resting my back on my bed as I stare at the ceiling."Sometimes I think that's life's way of telling your mom 'fuck you,'" he says, the bed dipping to show he is sitting right by my side."How so?""If there is any misandrist that I know of, then it's your mom." I chuckle, folding both hands beneath my head."And life decided to give her two sons," I say, a floating weight settling
ASHER POV“What’s going on with you, Asher?”“What did I say is going on with me, Elliott?.”“You’ve been raging non-stop. Losing awareness of your surroundings. This is the second punching bag you’ve gone through because you split the last one open.”I throw a right hook into the center of the bag. The chain rattles against the ceiling mount.“I’m working out. In case that wasn’t obvious enough.”“You’re zoning out,” he says. “There’s a difference.”“Some of us think when we train, Elliott.”“Right.” He steps back.My hands stop mid-swing.Every hair on my body rises. My throat closes up. My pulse goes from controlled to something I refuse to name and my length does what it’s been doing all morning at the worst possible intervals.I turn around.Remington standing at the entrance to the indoor practice rink in his gear, helmet under his arm, looking exactly like he always looks — unhurried, impossible, taking up the right amount of space in every room he enters.“Hi,” he says.Two l
ASHER POV The cold air of the private Venom rink is the only thing keeping the fever in my blood from boiling over. I glide across the surface, the hollow ring of my skates echoing off the ICE RINK rafters. I pull my phone from my glove and send the DM. ASHER:Private wing. Now. Don't be late, scholarship. I toss the phone onto the bench and pick up my stick. My mind is a jagged mess of glass and static. I can still feel the ghost of the cuffs biting into my wrists from last night, the humiliating weight of his cock , and the way the "Ghost" moved over me. I came so hard I thought my heart would stop—an explosive, shameful betrayal of my own body. I’m being hunted in my own bedroom, threatened with a camera clip, and I can’t tell a soul. Not my mother. Certainly not Elliott. To admit I was taken like that is to admit I am no longer the King. Not when I have proof I like it. My dick jerks again and rag fill me "Betrayer" I murmur "I did nothing wrong" avoice sound And The h
"Good boy." I coo. Placing the cool lube into his ass crack, massaging it in with my index finger. His head whips back. "Telling me thank you?".I apply the lube to my index finger again and massage it past his entrance. Our eyes meet through the steam. His are wide and deep. Hungry and surprised. I twist my fingers past the entrance. My body is on fire at the tightness."Ready?"I push two fingers inside his ass."Fuuuuuuck." He grunts through the tape, a muffled, whimpering sound. His back arches, his legs raised, and his knees dug into the bed as he tries to adjust to the intrusion."Such fine ass, sucking in my fingers." I said, turning my fingers gently in him. "Your hole takes my fat fingers so well, I'll add another." He shakes his head, pushing up. I grab his hip and pull him onto my dick, raising his legs to hook around my waist, giving me full access."You're my good boy, and I'll treat you well."He grinds against my length in reply, an involuntary reflex, I knew, becau
Asher slapped my ass, and the effect is shocking. I cum hard and once. Still in his mouth, my dick limp now and my body sated. I take three deep breaths before taking my hands off the wall. He tries pushing me away."Not so soon, President," I reply, stroking his eyebrows with my thumb. He gulps. "We needed a deal."He blinks. I bend low to touch his nipple, pushing my cock deeper inside his mouth. I pinch it hard. He squeals on the bed."Don't get me hard now," I warn jokingly. "The deal is you'll keep quiet when I come out of your mouth." He rolls his eyes and I slip my cockout of his mouth a bit, then thrust back in with force. I brace my hand againstghe wall andhis head hit my palm. Quite the saving before he spills his brain. His eyes lift up at me, hands scratching me while I chuckle. "As I was threatening... you'll remain still and not make a noise. Unless you want 'mom dearest,' the soldiers downstairs, and your sibling to come in and see your bed full of your cum."His
The moment Asher’s eyes lock onto mine, a roar builds in his throat—a sound that would bring the Secret Service crashing through the doors in seconds. I don't give him the chance. My hand shoots out, grabbing a discarded silk tie from his nightstand and shoving it into his mouth to muffle the sound.He thrashes, his strength returning in a desperate surge, but I’m already pushing my cock into his mouth to cut of his noiss"You like my cock in your miuth" I question and he closes his mouth on me and raise his head up... I watch his eyes narrow"Fuck!!" the fucker bites me, scratching back of my legs with his nails"You like to play dirty president?" he stops and blink. Eyes wide in surprise"Yes. I know you'll be a president in ten or thirty years to come" I grunt and push my cock deeper inside till I reach his throat."Hmmmmm" a deep grunt escape from him.. Tip of his tongue wrapping around the base of my cock.. For a second."And I'm taking the honour of fucking a president" he licks







