Chapter Five #3
Ash stands up from the mattress. He pushes his sweatpants down over his hips, kicking them aside along with his boxers.
I stay propped up on my elbows, my throat going dry as I watch him undress.
He’s lean and elegant, his skin smooth, muscles cut and defined.
His chest is broad with a faint dusting of blonde hair that leads down to a sharp V-line at his hips. And then I look lower.
My own cock stirs against my thigh. It twitches, swelling with fresh blood.
I stare down at myself, confused. I just came.
I should be dead to the world down there.
But looking at another guy’s body, looking at Ash standing naked next to the bed with a semi-hard cock, it’s turning me on all over again.
I don’t get it. I thought I only liked girls, and now my dick is basically giving me a standing ovation.
Ash steps closer to the edge of the mattress and nudges my knee. “Sit up for me, Jax. Swing your legs over the side.”
I do what he says, shuffling forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
Ash stands between my knees. He smells amazing, a mix of sandalwood and warm skin.
He reaches down and holds his cock, guiding the head against my lips.
It’s smooth, warm, and intimidatingly big, but it doesn’t scare me the way Ryker’s did last night.
Ash isn’t shoving my face or forcing my jaw open. He’s only waiting.
“Open up,” he coaches, his voice low and encouraging. “Just take the tip first.”
I part my lips and lean forward, taking the head into my mouth. The taste is salty and earthy. It isn’t a bad flavor at all, just unfamiliar.
“Good,” Ash murmurs, resting one hand on the back of my head. His fingers thread into my hair, but the grip is loose, a soft massage against my scalp instead of a violent hold. “Now wrap your lips over your teeth. You don’t want to bite down.”
I adjust my mouth, tucking my lips in, and slide my head forward to take in a few more inches.
“Perfect,” he praises. “Now swirl your tongue underneath. There’s a sensitive spot at the base of the head. See if you can find it.”
I do what he says, pressing my tongue against the smooth underside of his shaft and tracing the ridge. Ash lets out a sharp breath, his hips jerking forward a tiny bit. A jolt of satisfaction fills my chest. I did that. I made him make that noise.
“You’re doing so good, Jax,” he says, his thumb stroking behind my ear. “Keep doing that. And remember to breathe through your nose. If you feel like you’re going to gag, just pull back a little. You set the pace.”
I nod against him and try to establish a steady motion.
It’s a lot of work. My jaw aches a bit from stretching, and the crazy girth of him is a lot to handle.
But having Ash coach me makes all the difference.
He tells me when to suck harder, when to swirl my tongue, when to ease up.
It feels like teamwork. He isn’t using me to get off; he’s teaching me how to enjoy giving it.
I slide my mouth up and down his shaft, listening to his shallow breaths.
He tastes like pre-cum and salt, but I kind of enjoy the flavor.
It’s wild. I’m kneeling here giving a guy head, and I’m not hating it.
I’m actually getting really into it, judging by the way my own cock is leaking pre-cum onto the bedsheets.
Ash groans, his fingers tightening in my hair just a fraction. It’s still a gentle hold, keeping me anchored. “Jax,” he breathes, his voice tight. “I’m getting close.”
I keep sucking, picking up my pace a little because I want to see him finish.
“Listen to me,” Ash says, looking down at my face. “I’m going to come. Don’t spit it out this time. I want you to swallow it. Can you do that for me?”
I hum an affirmative sound around his cock. I’m nervous, but I brace myself for it. I grip his hips, holding him steady as his breathing hitches. He thrusts a few times, short and jerky, before he lets out a low groan.
Hot jets of cum hit the back of my throat.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my throat working as I force myself to swallow.
It’s a lot, salty and warm, coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.
Ash keeps his hand on the back of my neck, thumb stroking my skin, helping me through it.
I swallow again, clearing my mouth, panting a little as he slowly pulls out.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, expecting him to hand me a towel or tell me to go wash up. Instead, Ash bends down, grabbing my face in both hands, and kisses me.
It’s a deep, wet kiss. His tongue pushes past my lips, sweeping through my mouth, tasting his own cum on my tongue.
I let out a soft, embarrassing whimper into his mouth.
The intimacy of this is crazy. He’s kissing me so thoroughly, so passionately, sucking the taste off my lips like it’s his favorite thing in the world.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard. His eyes are dark, focused on my face.
“I’m so proud of you,” Ash whispers, brushing a stray piece of hair off my forehead. “You did amazing.”
A warm flush spreads across my cheeks. “Thanks.”
“Let’s get under the covers,” he says, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to wipe himself off. “That’s all we’re going to do tonight. The rest can wait for tomorrow.”
I slide under the warm duvet, bringing my knees up as Ash climbs into bed beside me. He reaches over and flicks off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Then he shifts closer, draping his arm over my waist and pulling my back flush against his chest. His body heat soaks into my skin.
I curl against his side, feeling a little shaky but surprisingly confident. My mind replays the last hour. I didn’t hate any of it. I liked his hands on my skin. I liked the taste of his mouth. I liked the wild feeling of his fingers stretching me open, way more than I ever would’ve predicted.
Maybe I’m not as one hundred percent into women as I always assumed.
My dad and the church guys would probably have a heart attack if they could see me now, spooning with a guy in bed after swallowing his cum.
But I honestly don’t care. I don’t know what label fits me yet, or what I’m supposed to call myself, but lying here in Ash’s bed with his arm wrapped around me, I realize something important.
Figuring this out doesn’t have to be terrifying. Not when he’s the one teaching me.