Tip Twelve; You can practice disabling your gag reflex by placing a phallic shaped object in your mouth and resting it on the back for 30 seconds and repeat. Be careful though, please don't choke. Know when to stop. Repeat daily until desired results. You know the saying, practice makes perfect.

His head slips between her legs, fingers stippling into her thighs to hold her open for him, his eyes feasting on what he will soon be tasting.

He looks up and grins like a devil.

My bedroom door opens but I hardly notice, too engrossed in the words dancing off the page of my book.

The mattress dips and I finally glance over the book, eyes catching Asher's.

My stomach dips, butterflies taking flight and I lay the book on my chest to give my hands something to do that's not touch him and kiss him and . . .

"What are you reading?"

I shrug, eyes moving to the door. "Don't you have a team meeting? My brothers been talking about it all week."

Asher shrugs, "told them I needed to piss."

I scrunch my nose up and then jerk up, reaching for the book as Asher snatches it from its resting spot and stands from the bed.

"Ash." I hiss, trying not to yell and gain my brother attention.

The last thing I need is for my brother storming in here and finding his best friend. Asher raises a brow at me as he begins reading, his lips moving to form the words as he reads, yet no sound escapes him.

It's kind of cute. 

I resign myself to the loss and just sit and watch as his eyes slowly widen and brow quirks.
My stomach does that weird rolling thing when his eyes come to rest on me. "Lay back." 

I blink at the command, tilting my head. "What?" 

"Lay back down, wth your head on the pillow." 

I do, feeling my heart pounding with excitement. 

He gives me back the book, "you can keep reading." 

I furrow my brows, this not going anywhere I thought it was and then I hide my embarrassment behind the book, looking at the words but not actually seeing them. 

It's not until I feel the bed dip and my eyes flash over the book to find a grinning Asher.
"Focus, Ivy." 

I blink and look back at the book, biting my lips as the page blurs from the amount of focus I'm not putting on it. 

Asher's hands settle on my hips, fingers hooking under the waist of my pyjama pants and then he's pulling them down my legs and throwing them on the ground. My stomach dips.

The mattress shifts a little but I stay staring at the book, not wanting Asher to stop whatever he's doing.

"Ivy?"

"Mhmm." I hum.

"Are you reading?"

"Mhmm." I hum again and the brush of his laughter coasts against my panties.

I choke the moan back, my fingers white knuckling the book, legs jerking together from the shock of sensation. He chuckles and forces my legs open again.

The touch of his fingers against the fabric of my panties has another moan racing up my throat, but again I stop it from slipping out, biting my lips like that'll stop any noise from escaping.

He inserts one finger into me, his other hand hooking my panties to the side so he can watch, transfixed as he pumps one finger, and curls it up, hitting my g-spot slightly.

I'm so wet he has no resistance, the only sound my own beating heart and the wet sound of his fingers entering me.

He pumps it, slowly, then fast, then slowly again and each time I feel my core tighten and release and the frustration grows.

"Asher, if you-"

He plants his lips on me, sucking my clit and drawing a moan from me and this one I'm too lazy to catch, the sound eliciting a groan from Asher.

"You have to be quiet, do you want the whole hockey team coming in here?"

My eyes widen and the book lands on my chest as I hiss out, "no." But it gets cut off when finally, he adds a second finger and pumps harder, sucking and eating me like he's starved.

My elbows dig into the mattress, trying to keep myself tethered to reality but it's hard when you have a hot guys mouth on your clit and his fingers in your pussy.

His fingers curl upwards with each pump, hitting my g-spot perfectly and I arch on the bed, one of Ashers hands moving to drive my hips back down so he can finish what he started.

"Fuck." The word is a hiss slipping from my lips, my teeth biting at it to stop any other noise and then I taste blood.

My orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing over me euphorically and I crash back down to the mattress, Asher slowly pumping before moving and climbing over me, kissing me soundly on the lips, no doubt tasting blood like I can taste myself on his lips.

I groan and he shoves his tongue in my mouth, swallowing the sound.

He huffs a laugh, "next time we do that, I definitely want to hear you scream my name."

I bite his lips, dragging it into my mouth before letting it go. "You're gonna have to find a way to get everyone out of the house for hours."

"Hours?" He lifts a taunting brow.

I whack his shoulder, "you know what I mean."

He plants a kiss on my lips and moves off the bed, adjusting his dick in his pants before moving for the bedroom door while I slip my pyjamas back on.

I glance at the bulge and raise a brow at him, "you should get that sorted."

He narrows his eyes. "Next time."

I blush, knowing my thoughts are written clear on my face.

He opens my door with a chuckle but stops at the body in his way.

Justin looks between us both, a knowing grin on his face. "No fucking way."

"Justin, fuck off." Asher snaps, moving to close the door behind him while I try to hide my mortification. "You guys are fucking." He laughs, "this so priceless, makes sense why you were such a dick at the party."

"Justin, shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you."

Justin must hear the threat in Asher's tone cause he lifts his hands up innocently. "Look man, I ain't gonna say shit but people are gonna notice soon."

Asher looks back at me and there's something in his eyes that I can't quite put my finger on. He blinks and it's gone and then he's looking back at Justin.

"You need to get back to the meeting." Justin says to Asher, "I was sent up here to find you, a piss doesn't take fifteen minutes."

The door shuts behind them and I crash down onto my bed, screaming into my pillow.

What the fuck am I doing?

I close the book I was reading and shove it under my quilt, the blush on my cheeks just proof that I'll never be able to read it without seeing Asher's head between my legs, grinning up at me like a devil.