Paid In Full (Vitale Brothers Book 2)

Chapter 11

I stared up at Ash,a grin tugging at my lips. “Oh? Is that right?”

The heat that pooled in my chest grew, spreading to every inch of my body. Ash. I would never say it out loud, but… had I missed him? It felt odd to admit that. I never missed anyone, not really. When I left and returned home, I saw my brothers and I was happy to do so. But missing someone? That was foreign to me.

I thought about him counting every day, hour, and minute that had passed since I’d been gone and I couldn’t help the way my heart raced and tripped over itself. He was that lonely? I didn’t know what the hell to think! Between insulting me, negotiating like an old pro, and then looking at me with those stunning, mesmerizing eyes, I was lost as fuck.

My hips jerked upward on their own. “Fuck. I’ll take care of it just fine,” I said before I paused. “Hey, wait a goddamn minute. There was more than enough food in this house before I left!”

Ash’s cheeks flared red, making the cute freckles on his face stand out. “I… might have wasted a lot of it.”

“What?”

“I wanted to practice my cooking, but I kept burning things or ruining it, and then I-I just kept going and... I realized I was running through all the food, but I couldn’t stop.” He inhaled. “So, I kept going because at least when you came back, you would have food, so I worked harder, but everything kept going bad and… and—”

“Fuck. Me,” I groaned.

I shoved Ash to the ground onto his knees. He gave a little grunt before I ripped my pants down and stuffed my cock in his mouth. Big, brown eyes stared up at me in shock.

“You wouldn’t shut the fuck up,” I explained. “At least make your mouth useful if you’re going to use it so much. Goddamn.”

Ash gagged around my cock. I eased back, taking things a bit slower to allow him to acclimate to my dick in his mouth. When I did, he started bobbing his head up and down.

“Oh, you were really studying that porn, huh?” My grin widened. “Show me what you learned.”

There was that red blush again. Ash groaned, his mouth tightening around my cock as he sucked in his cheeks and kept going. I pushed my fingers through his hair before I hissed.

“Hey! Watch the fucking teeth, sharky!” I shook my head. “I want my dick sucked, not shredded.”

“-orry.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Ash laughed around my dick, and I sank against my couch even more. I gave into the sensation of Ash trying to pleasure me. He wasn’t the best, but he wasn’t the worst either. What he lacked in skill, however, he made up for in enthusiasm.

I watched him, glad that he hadn’t brought up earlier or the way I’d fled. My panic attacks were something I never planned to show a single soul. The only reason my brothers knew about them was because they had witnessed them. No one else needed to know, least of all Ash.

I just want to look normal to someone.

Okay, not normal, but not batshit fucking insane, either. My hips raised as Ash’s tongue dragged over the sensitive vein that ran along the bottom of my cock.

“Shit, right there,” I groaned, shoving my thoughts away as I focused on what was happening. “Keep using your tongue right there. Yeah…yeah, that. Fuck!”

My balls tightened, my back arching up from the couch as I fought to restrain myself from fucking his throat raw. He was still a newbie. He couldn’t handle that shit. I forced myself to sit down and let him work even though all I wanted to do was take his cock so deep in my ass I would see heaven.

“Enough,” I panted, grabbing his hair as I tugged his lips free of my cock with an audible, wet pop. “Wanna make me pay for leaving you?”

Something flashed in Ash’s eyes. “Um, no, I don’t—”

“Don’t lie,” I growled.

“Yes,” he said, a dark glint in his eyes.

“Did I really upset you?”

He squirmed. “I mean, it wasn’t that bad…”

I laughed. “Shit, kid. Get mad! Did I piss you the fuck off?”

He thought about it, and I let him take his time. The longer he stared off, the more his face fell. I saw the irritation etch itself across his face. When he met my gaze, I smiled at the fury in his eyes.

“Yes.”

I stood up and shoved my pants off. My shirt was tossed across the room as I turned around and sank to my knees on the carpeted floor. I pressed my chest against the carpet, sticking my ass up further so he could have the exact angle and leverage he needed.

“Take it out on my ass,” I grunted.

Ash blinked at me. “What?”

Reaching back, I spread my cheeks with one hand, showing him my hole. A shudder passed over me, wrapping around my balls and tightening them up until I thought I would burst.

“If I pissed you off, spit on my fucking hole and shove your big dick up it.”

Ash spluttered. “That… that would hurt, wouldn’t it?” he asked. Ash gazed toward the hall. “I should get the lube.”

“Don’t you dare. Hurt me. I want it.” When he hesitated, I rolled my eyes. “I’m giving you permission to force your cock up my fucking ass until you cum. Do it. You need to stop letting people run all over you and get your goddamn revenge. Hurt. Me.”

Ash moved so quickly that he nearly toppled over and ate shit. I cracked up as he teetered and glared at me. Fuck, that’s hot. He straightened himself, and his big cock hung heavy between his thighs. I would never get tired of seeing that thing. It made tingles of joy shoot throughout my body like a kid on Christmas.

He sank behind me, and it was harder to see him. I twisted just enough to witness him spreading my cheeks, lean forward, and spit on my hole. Warm saliva quickly turned cold as he rubbed it in. He spat again and again, determination and lust coloring his features.

“Just like that,” I moaned. “Fuck. Open me up.”

Ash’s fingers sank into me without hesitation. I’d fully expected him to take his time and be timid, but as that lustful look took over his face, he plunged at least two or three fingers inside and spread them open. He rocked them in and out, a moan on his lips as the pleasurable burn started for me.

I knew I was a sick freak, but I loved it when it hurt. Especially after I’d fucked something up. I’d pissed Benito off and abandoned Ash. Two-for-one special. A little pain would redeem me, and it would feel good as fuck too.

My hand wrapped around my cock after I spat into my palm. The slickness of my hand against my flesh made me fuck into it like a desperate dog in need of a hole. I pumped away as I felt a hand crash against my ass. Freezing, I gazed back at Ash.

“What the fuck?”

He grinned sheepishly. “Your ass looked so good I couldn’t help myself,” he muttered. When I continued to stare, he cleared his throat. “Besides, you deserve it for leaving me on my own, you dirty bitch.”

My jaw dropped as my eyes widened. Ash’s face was beet red, but I was fucking proud of him. I was sure it had taken everything in him to let those words slip free, but it was hot as fuck. Even if it was completely lame. Without even having to ask, I knew I was the first person he’d said those words to. Did he whisper them in the dark when he was jerking off? Fuck. I shoved back.

“Insane,” I muttered.

Ash slapped my ass again, harder this time. “Be still. I’m gonna put my dick in.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Do it!”

He scrambled and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. My toes curled, my hole tightening before I forced myself to relax. Ash’s fingers pulled free, and I instantly craved something else to fill the empty space.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Ash’s cock ran up and down my crack before he spat on me again. I groaned, and he spat on my back, rubbing it in as I panted.

“Fuck. Ash, come on,” I groaned, desperately close to begging.

He paused. “You don’t like it? Sorry, I’ll calm down.”

I glared over my shoulder. “Shit, you can do whatever you want to me. You wanna spit on me more? Do it. You wanna hit me more? Fucking do it! Just stick that big, goddamn cock in me and fuck up my insides!”

This was why I didn’t teach; I was way too fucking impatient. Ash’s cock made it worth it, though. I held my breath as he spat on me once more, and it dripped down my balls. He shoved his cock against my asshole. In one hard, fast thrust, he buried his dick inside me.

I saw stars. My breath caught in my throat as my legs trembled and almost gave out. I didn’t even stroke myself as he panted, moaning and groaning above me like a man possessed. My head wouldn’t think straight. The room tilted.

Breathe, asshole!

Right. I sucked in a breath and let out a strangled groan as he pulled back and slammed into me again. Ash didn’t fuck me like he had the first night. Instead, every thrust was angry, hard, and punishing. He fucked me like I was just a hole meant to be destroyed and filled.

Shit. If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall in love.

Ash took me like he was the cold-blooded man between the pair of us. I loved every minute. Searing, hot pain turned into deep, quivering pleasure. Every motion shot me toward the edge of my sanity. I forgot about everything, all the thoughts I’d struggled with since I’d been gone, and only focused on the slap of skin against skin as Ash swore and grabbed my hips so hard I knew they would be bruised tomorrow.

“Harder,” I panted. “Fuck, harder.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Come on,” I groaned. “Force me to take all your fucking anger. Come on. Do it! I need it. Fuck, I goddamn need it. Take me. Hurt me. I need… I need…”

I didn’t know what I needed as my fingers dug into the carpet, and my toes curled. My knees shifted, the hot heat of rug burn setting in, but I didn’t care. Ash fucked me harder, his cock driving against my prostate as my cock bounced between my thighs, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I panted. “Oh fuck!”

“Me too,” Ash groaned. Teeth sank into my back hard. “Shit,” he muttered against my flesh.

I let out an uncharacteristic scream mixed with a guttural groan as I barreled toward nirvana. My cum shot out across the carpet as I felt my hole stuffed full with Ash’s thick, hot load. We panted together. Ash slumped on top of me as I tried to draw just one normal breath into my burning lungs.

My body flopped against the ground. I didn’t give a damn that I was lying in my own cum. Fuck it. Reaching up a shaky hand, I snagged the blanket from the couch while trying to keep Ash inside of me.

“If you fall out, stuff your cock back inside me. Flaccid or not, I don’t give a shit. Need it,” I grunted.

He nodded against my back. “Kay,” he muttered. “So thirsty.”

I reached over to the coffee table where I’d placed my water bottle. I handed it back. The sound of Ash gulping down torrents of water filled my ears as my eyelids grew heavy. Something poked against my lips.

“Drink,” he said.

I parted my lips and sucked down cool water like a dying man. When it started to dribble onto the carpet, he took it away. Ash groaned and draped the blanket over the two of us.

“Still mad?” I mumbled.

“Not as much,” Ash laughed. “I… I don’t think anyone”s ever cared if I was pissed.” He wiggled, and I moaned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I grunted. “Think you were taking out some other shit on my ass than just me, though.”

Ash was quiet. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I waved a hand weakly. “Your anger is my pleasure. Think of it this way; I’m giving you ass therapy. You can pour all of your trauma inside of me.”

Ash burst out laughing. The sound was pure, so unlike anything he’d displayed since he stepped foot into my home. My chest tightened as I gazed over my shoulder at him. Even spent, covered in sweat, and breathing heavily, he looked so happy.

He looks amazing.

“You know I’m gonna have to take this out of your total, right?”

“What?” Ash stiffened before he glared down at me. “What are you talking about?”

I grinned. “Ass therapy, oral teaching, anal coaching, assertiveness training, walking you through the process, time lost, oh, and let’s not forget you wasting my food. I mean, if we add all that up.” I mumbled, tapping my still-tingling fingers against the carpet. “You’re down to like thirty-five thousand.”

“What!” Ash snapped. “I’ll be here forever!”

Yeah, that’s the point. How the hell am I supposed to let such good dick go? I don’t fucking think so.

“Hey,” I warned as he started pulling back. “If your cock comes out, I’m gonna have to charge you a ‘low satisfaction’ fee as well. Gotta stay stuffed in me.”

Ash huffed. “This is bullshit!”

I snickered as fatigue wrapped me in a tight embrace. Whatever I wanted to say could wait until tomorrow because there was no way in hell I could keep my eyes open for another second. All I knew was I didn’t want Ash and his deliciously depraved monster cock going anywhere for a long ass time.

“We’re going to talk about this later,” Ash muttered.

As sleep dragged me down, a hand slipped against my skin. Fingers threaded with mine. I glanced at the two of us holding hands and sank even deeper.