The Deeper He Hurts by Lynda Aicher

intentionally sexual, yet the warmth spread up Ash’s inner thigh to roll over his nuts and up his dick. His erection had abated some, but it still made a prominent ridge beneath his pants.
    One that was getting harder by the second.
    His erections during a scene were rarely sexual. They were mostly a result of excitement and his strange-as-fuck kink that made him revel in someone else’s pain. The urgency to get off usually wasn’t there, though. He’d always thought of his erections as by-products of the visual stimulation, emotional rush, and adrenaline.
    Sawyer tipped his head, nose lifting until he nuzzled beneath Ash’s balls. His inhalation was large and audible, his exhale slow as he mouthed Ash’s dick.
    Fuck me.
Lust speared his groin so quickly he barely contained the reflex to thrust into the warmth. His hand tightened on Sawyer’s shoulder, eyes glued to the sight of Sawyer’s mouth working its way toward his belt buckle.
    “You don’t have to do this,” he managed to say despite how much he wanted it. Him.
    Sawyer glanced up, his eyes lazy but clear. He slowly rose, hands pressing up Ash’s thighs until they met at his belt. He stared at Ash as he opened the buckle, snap, and zipper, never once looking down to check what he was doing.
    His eyes darkened, eyelids lowering when he gripped Ash’s dick. Ash grunted, the contact igniting an ache he hadn’t felt in years.
    The dimple popped on Sawyer’s cheek when he cocked a satisfied smirk. “You should know I never do anything unless I want to.”
    He dropped then, his mouth encompassing Ash’s dick in a long plunge that seemed to sink to his toes.
    “Fuck.” His hips jerked, hands gripping the arms of the chair, pulse escalating to neck-breaking in the space of a breath. The wet suction was intense, quick, and all-encompassing.
    Sawyer yanked at Ash’s pants until they were around his ankles, never stopping his assault on Ash’s erection. He circled the head with his tongue, sucked, dipped, and kept going until Ash’s dick nudged the back of his throat.
    Ash’s eyes fell closed as the heady sensations overtook everything. He forced his eyes open in the next second, unwilling to miss the erotic visual. He wasn’t a Dom who got off on making subs suck his dick, but this had nothing to do with power or orders.
    This was desire plain and simple. Sex and nothing more.
    And damn was it hot.
    Sawyer worked him with one hand, the other rolling and squeezing his balls, his mouth dipping and sucking until Ash was on the cusp of coming.
    Sawyer glanced up, froze, lips swollen and glazed with spit around the head of Ash’s dick. His brow quirked, a teasing light coming into his eyes, his tongue needling the slit on the top until Ash wanted to scream. Every flick zinged down his dick to sink into his groin before blazing outward.
    His groan tore out of his chest, exiting as more of a snarl. He didn’t want to come yet, but his battle to withstand the urgency building in his balls was coming to an end, too quickly.
    Sawyer chuckled, the vibrations rippling through Ash’s dick to edge him closer. He gritted his teeth, breath gusting through his nose, and stared him down. He didn’t give in easily either. He was just as stubborn.
    Just as strong.
    The smirk dropped from Sawyer’s expression, that seriousness returning. He closed his eyes and dipped to take Ash down his throat.
    There was no stopping the snap of his hips, the urge to thrust too powerful. Sawyer swallowed, and the ripple of it stroked over his dick. Still he resisted, fought the inevitable.
    The finger at his hole was a shock, the press in amazing. He groaned, legs spreading as far as they could, hips dipping between the two sensations. The digit was dry, which made it more noticeable, and slightly painful.
    Good.
    He gave up the struggle and let his orgasm flood him. His stomach clenched, tension building, pleasure cresting until it burst from him in a long groan and rush of release. He