Chapter 23
I was being ledaround by my balls by a goddamn puppy. As he gazed up at me with those big, doe eyes, I wanted to smother him with my body and then ride his cock until he cried mercy. Not that he had ever done that. No one had stamina like that little monster.
My lips still tingled from both of his kisses. I wanted more, to drag him against my body, kiss him until his lips bruised, and he came up struggling for air. Ash turned, and I followed, my feet shuffling across the floor as I walked after him. It really felt like he had an invisible leash wrapped around my dick.
Why can’t I ever function around him?
One minute I was my normal self. The next, I was dying to be beside him, to touch him, feel him, be all over him until he was crushed by the weight of me. Ash was an addiction just waiting to happen.
I followed him into his room. He waited for me, a soft smile on his lips. There was hunger in his eyes, that undeniable fire I loved so much. I made my way to the bed, tossing my clothes on the floor as I went. By the time I sat down, Ash was right there, climbing on top of me. His lips crashed into mine. I kissed him back, needing more, as my nails dug into his back and dragged him as close as he could possibly get. I wanted us to fucking melt together.
When was the last time I’d kissed someone? Sarah-Lynn briefly drifted to mind. Yeah, she was the last person I’d let into my bed. The only one I had kissed. That was years ago now. My rule had always been that my lips were only for sucking cock or eating out. But with Ash? Damn, I wanted to keep going. To feel him kiss me until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Why was it so satisfying? It was like I was young again, excited just by the possibility of a kiss so much that my mind wasn’t even on fucking.
“I want you on your stomach,” Ash whispered against my mouth.
“What? You wanna fuck me from the back already? Don’t wanna see my face?”
“Do it,” Ash mumbled against my lips. “Please.”
I groaned. “That’s cheating.”
“What? You like when I say please that much?” He smirked. “Please, sir. Can you lie on your stomach for me?”
I flopped around immediately. “Goddamn puppy,” I muttered.
His hand slammed against my ass. “Oopsie,” he said when I glanced back at him. “My hand slipped.”
“Bullshit.” Ash slapped my ass again, harder this time. I shivered. “I created a fucking monster.”
My cheeks were spread apart. I sucked in a breath. I could practically feel Ash eye fucking my hole. He brushed a few fingers over it. I tightened up on instinct, my muscles bunching as I gripped the sheets and held on.
“What are you doing back there, man?”
“Man? That’s the first time you’ve called me that. Usually, it’s, kid.”
“You’re practically a damn baby. Twenty-two.” I shook my head. “It’s like I’m robbing the cradle. I’m thirteen years older than you.”
“So what?” Ash asked. “No matter how young I am, I know no one makes you cum like I do.”
I snorted. “Aren’t you a cocky little— Ah, shit.” My words turned into a groan as wet warmth slid between my cheeks. “You been watching porn again?”
Ash didn’t answer me. Instead, his tongue slipped against my hole, twisting and turning as he lapped at me eagerly. He spread my cheeks more, his heated breath sending shivers up my spine. I pushed back, needing more.
“Shit.”
“Is that good?” Ash asked.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned. “Ask me after.”
“Asshole.”
“That”s what you’re licking,” I muttered.
I laughed until Ash shoved his tongue deep inside my hole. My laughter choked off. I swallowed hard, rolling my hips as he moaned. Those vibrations made my balls tighten. I shoved my hand underneath my hips and wrapped it around my cock. As I stroked, Ash dove deeper, harder, faster.
“Fuck!”
It was like he was a starving man. Just when I thought there was no way he could go any deeper, there he was, diving down further. I shoved back, riding his face as pleasure wrapped around me, threatening to make me blow. Ash held onto my cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh as he panted and moaned behind me.
“You keep going like that, and I’m gonna cum,” I mumbled.
Ash’s licking intensified. Every stroke became frenzied. I stroked myself faster, practically fucking my hand as he went to town. I came so hard I saw stars as Ash kept going, eating my ass fervently. I flopped down, panting as his tongue kept thrashing against my hole.
“Fuck, slow down.”
“No,” he panted out.
“What the hell is with this no shit?” I asked.
Ash laughed, the sound making my chest tighten. “You’re the one who keeps telling me to stand up for myself. I don’t want to slow down, so I’m not going to. You can lie there and take it.”
Well, fuck.That husky voice that had taken over made me want to stay pinned to the bed beneath him. A finger plunged into my entrance. Ash added another, then another. He spread his fingers out, stretching me around his eager digits. The delicious burn etched up my spine. My cock, already spent, twitched beneath me. How the hell was he always able to bring my dick back to life like that?
Ash’s fingers pulled free. I was left empty, a feeling I didn’t fucking love. I glanced over my shoulder. Ash was frantic, tugging off his clothes and tossing them to the side before he beelined for the drawer. I’d given him a ton of lube and condoms for when we ended up in his room, and by the way he grabbed a stack of them, spilling ‘em all over the bed, I had to wonder if he planned on using all of them. So much for what I was going to ask. Got a feeling I’m gonna be busy for a long ass time.
My eyes took Ash in. He’d filled out a little since staying with me. We ate well together, always my mother’s favorite fattening-up recipes, as she liked to call them. I was glad he was able to eat with me. Even over the cameras, I’d noticed he did better when I was with him. The thought made a stupid smile spread on my lips. Who would have ever guessed that I would end up being a positive influence in someone’s life?
Ash ripped a condom open with his teeth. I watched as he rolled it on, still fumbling like the newbie that he was. Something about that goddamn awkward-ass movement made me chuckle under my breath. Ash’s head shot up, his green and gold-flecked brown eyes staring into mine. He glared.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asked.
I shrugged. “What if I am?”
He clicked his tongue. “Okay.”
Ash grabbed a pillow before he gripped my arm. “Turn over. Lift.”
I did as I was told, amused by where this was going. Ash stuffed the pillow underneath my hips, adjusting it until I was at the perfect height for him. He grabbed my legs, shoving them into the air before he pressed them back, nearly folding me in half. I grunted.
“What are you—”
“No more talking.”
The look of determination on his face was hot as hell. He licked his lips, the action leaving a thin sheen behind that made me want to kiss him all over again. Ash poured lube over my hole before he did the same to his covered cock.
Fuck, I wish you’d take that thing off.
We’d had sex once without one, but that had been spur of the moment. Ever since then, I craved it again. I wanted to feel every bit of him.
That was another thing I never did, fucking without a condom. It was like I was saying I trusted that person, that I wanted more with them. As I stared up at Ash, my stomach tightened. That wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world with him. Ash balanced out the parts of me that needed it. He kept me alive, on my toes, and with every pout, clingy moment, and sad expression in his eyes, I was steadily being drawn in.
Ash buried his cock in my ass, and I cried out. My mind had been so preoccupied I hadn’t even realized he was lining up, ready to spear me open. He pressed the back of my thighs, keeping me in position as he thrust inside me. My heart hammered in my chest as his big cock tried to unravel me. I reached for my dick, but he shook his head.
“Take it just like this,” he panted. “Don’t touch it until I tell you to.”
I groaned. “All this freedom is going to your head,” I mused.
Ash faltered. “I don’t mean to—”
I shook my head. “Keep going, Ash. Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.” I cupped my ear. “I’m waiting, pup.”
The smile that broke out on his face made my toes curl. I lived for that, those real and genuine moments that weren’t cloaked in bullshit fake smiles and forced laughs. Slowly, I was introduced to the real Ash. To my surprise, I wanted to know every part of him. Even if it all blew up in my face, I couldn’t let Ash go.
“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” Ash panted. “So hot.”
My hands reached up, gripping the sheets as his cock rubbed against my prostate. Heat swept through my body, a fine sheen of sweat starting to collect on my body. I gripped the sheets harder, fucking back toward him as I tried to feel as much as I fucking could. My chest rose and fell while I moaned like a whore. What the hell is Ash doing to me? My eyes closed, and I focused on how good it all felt when a sharp sting lit up my cheek.
My eyes flew open. I blinked at Ash, his hand still in the air from when he’d just slapped me a moment ago. The look on his face darkened, his brows knitting as he slammed forward so hard I forgot how to breathe.
“Look at me,” he snapped. “Don’t close your fucking eyes.”
“Fuck!” I shook my head, turned it, and offered him the other cheek. “Again.”
Ash’s hand slammed against my face. My cock jumped, twitching back to life as he hit me. I reached up, grabbing my own legs to keep them in position as he hit me again. And again. Who knew the sweet little pup had such a sadistic side? I didn’t complain as my face erupted into flames, spreading down my neck and over my chest. Ash reached out, his fingers gripping my nipples. He squeezed one after the other as I bucked underneath him.
Irritation shot through me. “Where the hell did you learn all this shit?” I growled. “You better not be touching anybody else.”
He moaned, shaking his head as his dark hair fell into his face. Since he’d moved in with me, it had grown longer. I liked it.
“No,” Ash finally blurted out. “I-I’ve been studying.”
I grinned. “You giving yourself homework, kid?”
“Told you, I’m not a fucking kid,” he growled. His hand connected with my cheek, and I saw stars as my balls tightened. “You like it, huh? I mean, you call me kid, but you’re a big, bad man who gets turned on by having my fat cock stuffed up your asshole, right? I guess you can keep calling me that as long as you always moan like a whore for me.”
My jaw dropped as I stared at Ash with wide eyes. There was a slight pink tinge to his cheeks and neck. Every word that came out of his mouth was spoken with so much confidence, but I could tell he was as nervous as he always was underneath it. That’s so damn cute.
“You’re right,’ I moaned as I gazed up at him. “I’m a whore for you.”
Ash stopped, nearly tipping over before he righted himself. He searched my face as if he was trying to figure out if I was full of shit or not. I smiled at him, reached down, and stroked my fingers over my cock and toward my throbbing hole. As he watched, I stuffed one by one inside until three of them were firmly nestled against his cock. I was stretched to my limit, and I loved every second of it. Ash’s eyes widened this time.
“Fuck me harder,” I groaned. “Come on. I want to feel how much you really want me.”
Fire blazed in his deep depths. Ash jolted forward, slamming into my hole so hard I let my head drop back, but only for a second. I made sure I was up enough so that I could see his face. I wanted his eyes on me while he devastated my hungry hole. His hips had a mind of their own as his fingers dug into my flesh. I wanted every mark, bruise, and fingernail mark from him that I could get. Ash seemed to know that. Digging in deeper, he rutted into me as I panted, my eyes never leaving his.
Until my gaze flickered down to his body. From this angle, I could see more. There, on his stomach, was that a bruise? I reached out to touch it, and he pulled away.
“What’s that?” I panted.
He glanced down before he shook his head. “Ran into the stupid counter earlier when I was cleaning up. It’s fine,” he said, a moan slipping free. “Just don’t touch it.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“I’ll be more okay when I cum,” he said.
I laughed. “You’re turning into me, I swear.”
“No,” he shook his head. “I’m just me. Finally.”
My heart skipped a beat. Was this the person who was behind that stupid ass fake smile? The plastered on expressions of bullshit I detested so much? Getting to peel back the layers of Ash felt too damn good. My mind was consumed with him once more as skin slapped against skin forcing me to focus.
Ash’s movements became more erratic the longer he was inside of me. I saw the glazed expression in his eyes, heard the way his moans deepened until I knew he was on the brink of cumming. My cock throbbed, beads of pre-cum rolling down my skin. Ash gripped my dick and jerked, pushing me over the edge. I threw my head back as I came so hard my body shook. My eyes rolled back, and I gave into the sensation of complete and total fucking bliss.
“Ash!”
“Oh, God. Giancarlo... I-I... Shit!”
He slammed inside of me before he shuddered and rammed inside hard and fast. All he kept mumbling was how my hole was so tight, too tight, too good. I grinned as he lost his mind while I tried to recover. Finally, he sat up and blinked down at me. He frowned.
“What?” I asked, my stomach doing flip-flops. “The fuck is that look for? You didn’t like it?”
Ash shook his head hard. “It’s not that,” he panted. “You cheated. Sticking your fingers in next to my dick isn’t fair.”
I blinked up at him before I burst into laughter. He continued to pout. I reached up, grabbed him by the throat, and yanked him down until our lips crashed together. My tongue slipped into his mouth, swiping over every inch of him until he moaned and relaxed in my hold. When I released him, he had that dazed look on his face again, like he’d smoked one too many joints. I loved that expression.
“Again,” Ash moaned.
I shook my head. “No way in hell. You just slapped the fuck out of me, and my ass is throbbing. Do you know how big that goddamn thing is?”
Ash tilted his head, a deranged look on his face. “I want to go again.”
“Holy shit,” I groaned. “What the hell’s wrong with you? I mean, you’re quiet all the time until you’re in my ass, and then you get psychotic.”
He pulled out, ripping off the condom and tossing it. Ash reached over, grabbed another condom and held it in his teeth before he climbed up my body. My hole pulsed as he straddled my face and shoved his dick against my mouth.
“More.”
“Fuck. Okay, okay.”
I gave in. My tongue rolled against his cock, eliciting a moan from him. Ash stared at me the whole time I cleaned him before he grabbed his cock, stuffed it down my throat and humped my face like a madman.
“I want to do this all the time,” he moaned. “Next time, I’ll face fuck you first. You actually shut up.”
My hands gripped his hips tightly. Ash laughed, shaking his head at me.
“Harder,” he said. “You can hold me as tightly as you want. It doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you.”
Fuck, he’s insane. I love it.
* * *
I blewout smoke as I stared up at the ceiling. Ash had scrambled to grab my cigarettes and a lighter once he couldn’t cum anymore. Mostly because I’d glared at him, told him it was his fault my legs didn’t work, and slapped him on the top of the head. Like the good puppy he was, he fetched. Now I was lying in his bed contemplating what the hell was going on with my life.
“What did you want to talk to me about earlier?” Ash asked, lying on my chest, his fingers etching invisible patterns on my skin.
I glanced at him. “Talk about?”
“Yeah,” he said. “You wanted to get something out, but we didn’t exactly talk a lot during all the... you know.”
I barked out a laugh. “You just called me a whore throughout that entire encounter, and now you can’t say the word sex?”
His cheeks reddened. “Fuck off.”
I grinned harder. ”Ah, now you’re saying fuck off just like me.” I clicked my tongue. “I’m a goddamn awesome influence.”
Ash slapped my chest, making me grin. “Tell me! Please,” he said.
Right. Before Ash had decided to bend me in half like a pretzel, fuck me on my knees, and then make me suck his cock again, I’d been about to ask him something. We’d gone so many rounds my brain, like my legs, was damn useless. He’d literally fucked the stupid into me, not the other way around.
“Gin,” he whispered.
“I like when you call me Gin,” I said absentmindedly as I stroked his arm with my free hand. “And sir. Makes my dick so hard.”
“Tell me what you were going to say, and I’ll call you both while I’m on my knees for you.”
“Shit,” I groaned. “My dick is dead, and I’m still turned on by the possibility of you blowing me. There’s no way this shit ain’t dangerous.”
“What shit?”
“This. Us.”
Ash paused. “Us?” he asked. “And what are... we?”
I sucked in a breath. Fuck, it was now or never. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and after a long, deep fucking like that, I didn’t want to. So why the hell is my stomach so tight? I’m nervous as hell. I laughed at myself. Ash’s eyes moved up to meet mine, and I saw the question in his gaze. I shook my head. Trying to explain to him what was happening in my head would be like trying to solve a Rubik’s cube.
“Let’s go on a date,” I blurted out.
Ash pushed himself up from my arms. I almost regretted my words just because I wanted him right back where he was. Even though I was overheated and could chug another three bottles of water, I wanted him near me. Ash gazed into my eyes.
“I can’t tell if you’re screwing with me or not.”
“Do you see me laughing?” I asked.
“You were a minute ago.”
“That was a whole fucking minute ago!” I sucked in a lungful of smoke before I blew it away from his face. “Shit, will you just say yes already?”
“Are you serious?”
My chest constricted. “Yeah. Why? If you don’t want to, just say that. I know what this is, just sex and money, but—”
“Okay.”
I blinked at him. “Huh?”
“You deaf?” he asked, mocking me, using my accent and all before he grinned. “Yes, I want to go on a date with you.”
“For real?”
“For real,” he answered, leaning down until he placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “Where are we going?”
“I haven’t worked out all the details,” I said honestly.
“Okay. Oh, I can always cook for us.”
My stomach turned for entirely new reasons. “I ask to go on a date, and you decide you’d like to try poisoning me again?”
Ash slapped my stomach hard, making me grunt. “Asshole!”
“Yeah.” I grinned as I wrapped my arm back around him, and he settled against me once more. “But I’m your asshole.”