Chapter 26
twenty-six
CADEN
Lying naked, with Ash’s half-bare body hovering over me, my stomach trembled with anticipation.
Between that and way he said my name with his eyes on me, while his hands continued to wander, I was practically sinking into the bed with want. My limbs felt heavy as his gaze traced each part of my bared skin.
Ash’s absolute focus and praise had taken a wrecking ball to my insecurities about being with him—a guy—for the first time.
He looked at me like I was delectable and he was starving. Like touching me would quench a deep thirst inside him.
I still wanted to make him feel good, but I got the impression that seeing my pleasure was a huge turn-on for him.
Ash didn’t take his eyes off mine as he shucked his own sweatpants and boxers. His thick length rebounded violently with the motion, smacking loudly against the skin of his stomach, compared to the gentle way he’d undressed me.
Ash was so gorgeous, with his lingering summer tan and the carefully maintained muscles that rippled over his arms, torso, and flowed into his thick hockey-player thighs.
I hungrily took in the dusky pink nipples of his pecs, surrounded by the deepest brown hair peppering his chest and abs. The trail of wiry hair leading to a much denser happy trail and down to the close-cropped thatch above his dick.
No, his cock. Thinking that word felt so much hotter.
Ash’s cock was not the first guy’s cock I’d ever seen after almost a decade in locker room showers. But those were accidental glances in a room full of hockey-focused athletes.
There had never been a point where I’d wanted to see any of my teammates naked. Hell, I’d actively avoided any of the locker room banter just so I could ensure my behavior respected everyone else’s privacy. And I definitely hadn’t wanted any of the other guys to ever look at me.
But both those feelings had gone out the window with Ash.
Aside from the rabbit hole of threads about anal sex on Reddit and several hours of gay porn I’d consumed in the past week, Ash’s was the first cock I’d ever looked at.
His eyes on me reflected the same awe that I felt in seeing him this way.
Even at the end of my two-year, mostly long-distance relationship with a youth co-coach, Andrea, I’d had difficulty being openly naked unless we were having sex.
Now though, I could see myself lying here as long as Ash wanted to look at me. If it made him feel good, he could look his fill.
Ash’s tongue swept over his lower lip as he reached down to grasp his cock firmly in his hand.
Sliding his fist up and down for several tight, controlled strokes, I thanked the universe for my twenty-twenty eyesight so that I could see the small bead of liquid coaxed to the tip as he pumped himself.
What would that little drop of precum taste like?
“Oh god,” I mumbled, surprised by the sound of my own voice. I hadn’t meant to speak, but the thought of his cock in my mouth was intoxicating and kind of nerve-racking at the same time.
Seemingly spurred on by my voice, Ash released his cock and dropped to all fours between my legs. Thinking he was going to cover me with his body again, I raised my arms several inches off the bed to bring him as close to me as possible.
“I’ll be up there in just a second, sweetheart. But there’s something I need to do first.”
With those words, he moved to lean on his forearms, sliding his legs flat on the bed like he’d been lying before. This time, he was a foot lower on my body, and his face was directly above the hard pole that pulsed with the need to get closer to him.
“ Can you keep your eyes on me, sweetheart?” He waited for me to nod before continuing. “I just want to see those beautiful green eyes knowing it’s me that’s touching you.”
As soon as he finished the last word of his sentence, Ash swooped down, pushed his nose into the right crease of muscle under my hipbone, and started licking and sucking at the junction of my groin and leg.
The position had the added effect of his scruff brushing against the tender skin of my balls.
“Ash!” I rasped out his name, overwhelmed by sensation.
After a few more slurping, messy kisses into the crease of my groin, he mouthed his way upward, nipping my hipbone, rubbing his nose, lips, and chin through my pubic hair on a deep inhale, before treating the left side of my groin to the same hot, wet kisses as the right.
Every time he shifted microscopically toward my dick before giving me a wink and resuming the kisses to the surrounding sensitive skin, the ache for him to put his mouth on me deepened until I became a wide chasm of need.
“Ash. Please. Please. Please.” I chanted the word, my voice rough from the frantic breaths sawing in and out of my lungs.
“I love when you say my name. Especially with you laid out like the best dessert on the planet. All for me, hmm?”
He teased the question as if he didn’t already know how huge it was for us to be here together, like this.
“So, it seems like you want me to do something about this very pretty cock?” Ash asked conversationally, as if his lips weren’t less than two inches from the base of the cock in question.
Without waiting for my reply, which was good because I was busy trying to keep from drooling over his hotness, he brought his hand up to take hold of my iron-hard length. Angling my dick toward his mouth, he brought the deeply flushed, engorged head to his lips.
But instead of taking the head into his mouth, Ash pushed out his tongue, sweeping it deeply into my slit while clenching the base in a vase grip.
The nerves in my balls were hosting a combined Victoria and Canada Day fireworks show. A million little flames shot up my dick toward Ash’s mouth, begging to release the cum building up beneath his fist.
A series of deep clenches in my dick, balls, and asshole had me letting out a yell, thrusting up as my ass muscles flexed hard.
Ash responded by spreading his bent arms over my legs so that his elbows and powerful biceps could hold me in place.
The only direction I could move was to open my legs a few inches wider to allow Ash to press his chest closer to my ass and balls.
He must have found what he was looking for as I writhed beneath him because he let out a low “mmm” sound that vibrated the tip of my dick before taking the full head into his mouth without warning.
I choked out a series of nonsense sounds and half-words as the wet heat of his mouth encased my hard flesh, and his tongue joined in the action by rubbing sensuously just underneath the flare of the head.
Gripping the jumble of sheets and blanket on each side of me, I watched, transfixed, as Ash took my dick deeper into his mouth until it met his hand.
Releasing the hand holding my dick, he flattened it against my pelvis.
He positioned his fingers so they were spread wide over my groin, and the base of my dick was cradled in the curve between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Ash, you don’t have to. . .” I panted, not wanting him to think he had to blow me, even if it might cause me physical pain if he decided to stop.
His response was to take me deeper until my thick mushroom head pushed against the opening to his throat.
Then he freaking hummed, before setting a mind-melting pace of suctioning his cheeks as he pulled back to my tip before driving me deep to press against his throat.
Over and over, Ash sucked my length all the way up and all the way down.
It was messy and so fucking hot. His ministrations had saliva dripping down over my sac, onto my taint, before trickling drop by drop into my butt crack.
Never before had I been so aware of all the erogenous zones I possessed. And here was Ash treating so many of them to a sensory experience like no other.
The fireworks show in my dick and deep in my balls had leveled up to the combined explosions of every single New Year’s celebration in the world all at once.
“Seriously, I’m going to come if you keep going,” I warned.
My words had Ash popping off my dick with an audible squelch and gripping it in his fist once more.
“What a good Cade baby. Telling me you were about to come,” he murmured, shuttling his fist up and down at a glacial pace. “We’re going to come together, but first, I just have one or two things left I need to check, okay?”
“Yes,” I whispered. The almost orgasm had stolen my voice.
He gently laid my now throbbing rod back on my stomach. I barely held in the whine that formed in my throat at the lack of contact.
Ash ran the pad of his thumb down the seam of my balls. They felt tight, like an elastic stretched to its limit, ready to spasm if I could get him back on my dick.
His lips and tongue followed closely behind, cradling each ball with light, hot pressure while his thumb pressed against my taint firmly before licking down from my sac to the unbelievably sensitive skin at the top of my crack.
“Mmm. You’re gorgeous everywhere. Just like I knew you would be. Maybe one day you might like. . .”
Ash’s words drifted off as he used his thumb to drag the wetness from blowing me, combined with his tender licks, between my butt cheeks until I felt the searing heat of his skin against my hole.
He didn’t apply any pressure, just held the pad of his thumb gently against the furrowed skin. I felt his tough, calloused skin next to my most private place.
I couldn’t control the instinctual reaction to clench down hard, all my frayed nerve endings ramped up by another onslaught of Ash’s touch. The tight pucker of skin clenched and released a few times, making me insanely curious about what would happen if Ash did add some pressure to his touch.
I must have been holding my breath because I heard myself sucking in small gasps of air as my chest moved up and down rapidly as I tried to relax my body.
With his thumb still on my hole, Ash gave the top of my crack a soft kiss before removing the digit with a sigh.
He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, prowling his way up my body with molten hot desire in his gaze. My legs no longer required the firm hold of his weight because I was now composed of jelly.
When he got our faces aligned, he hovered above me for a moment, offering an adorable, cheeky smile that broke the intensity of the moment.
“Hi, Cade baby,” he whispered, causing my hips to jut off the bed and sending a cool wave of air over my saliva-soaked dick.
“God, Ash. What are you doing to me?” My voice cracked with the ache inside me that he’d been ratcheting up before stopping me from attaining relief.
“Just wanted to see you melt for me one more time before I make us come,” he answered, accompanying the words by letting the majority of his weight down onto my body, covering almost all of my skin with his warm, dense muscles and rock-hard cock.
“Ohshitshitshit!” I strung the profane exclamation together as his thick length pressed right beside mine.
I felt the head of his cock catching the sensitive skin on my glans. I wanted to immediately hump my slick flesh against his like I was auditioning for the dick-rubbing Olympics, but his next words halted my movements.
“Just wait, sweetheart,” he coaxed gutturally, the reverberations of his voice sounding through my chest and abdomen.
Apparently, he’d decided my pleasurable torture for the evening had come to an end because Ash wasted no time in squeezing his large, calloused hand between us to encase both our lengths in his tight grip.
On the one hand, I wished I could see what it looked like when he had our concrete hardnesses pressed so tightly together, but on the other hand, if I could see what he was doing, I would probably come instantly.
It was a moot point anyway because Ash didn’t seem open to relinquishing one iota of unnecessary space between us.
“Fuck my hand, Cade,” he commanded, bringing his face down to devour my mouth with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Powerless to do anything except obey, I gave myself permission to push away the worries about how to make it good for him and just take something for myself for the first time in so long.