Chapter 30
thirty
CADEN
Knowing that the negotiations in the kitchen were going to be anything but quick since it seemed that Poe had spent his pre-adoption year training in a highly specialized unit of the RCMP or CIA, I opted for an efficient but thorough shower.
Arousal warred with the nerves swirling in my stomach as I hurried to dry myself before hanging up the towel in what was now my officially designated spot in Ash’s bathroom.
Leaving my clothes where I’d chucked them on the chair in the corner of Ash’s bedroom, I climbed under the sheets of Ash’s bed, pushing the comforter to the bottom.
I pulled Ash’s pillow from where it sat next to me, sticking my face into the fabric, searching for his scent.
The clean, light minty smell of his shampoo clung to the pillowcase, calming my increasing nerves.
Sure, I’d been all bravado in the car, asking him to fuck me. Hell, I’d even impressed myself since I usually found it easier to take sex with Ash to the next level after he’d taken the lead.
Ash played with my ass all the time, fingering me alongside every blowjob if time allowed.
I’d been fooling around with a dildo in the shower since the first week we became exclusive. I knew how willing Ash was to let me top. But the rush I got when he took control of our combined pleasure had me fantasizing about him taking me apart in every way possible.
“Are you sniffing my pillow?”
His amused voice sounded from the doorway of the room.
My body jerked in surprise, and my eyes flew open. I’d been so wrapped up in memories brought on by his scent that he’d caught me mooning over his pillow like a dope.
Very sexy. Not.
I was off to a great start with my first anal sex experience.
“God. . . I wasn’t like, smelling it in a weirdo way.” I shrugged helplessly, wanting to bury my face back in said pillow to avoid the flush creeping into my cheeks. “I just. . .like it because it smells like you. I like anything that smells like you.”
I dropped my right hand, palm up, onto the sheet beside me.
“You are too fucking cute, Cade baby.” He smiled.
The pleasure on his face was contrasted by the way he stalked to the bed, took the pillow from my arm, and tossed it back in its spot.
Helpless to that damn nickname, I fell back onto what had become my pillow in Ash’s bed. The sheets that had been loosely resting at my waist slipped dangerously low over my pelvis, threatening to show Ash just how little effect embarrassing myself in front of him had on my fully hard dick.
“You look perfect in my bed,” he stated, looking down at me from where he stood up against the bedside table. He pulled his hoodie and T-shirt off in one swooping motion, with his jeans and boxers following suit as he yanked his feet free.
Even in the low light of the bedroom, I could see every detail of Ash’s cock where it stood proudly out from his body. Every thick inch of sensitive skin was straining against the blood pumping beneath.
I was more than a bit obsessed with Ash’s body. Every part of him did something for me. From his soft, wavy hair, his kind eyes, his rock-hard pecs and abs to his rock-hard. . .cock. I loved every inch of him.
What made everything hotter was the relief that I could feel this way about someone’s body. That I could allow myself to sink into my own sensuality and feel the depth of the desire that I did whenever I looked at Ash.
I’d spent so long feeling on the outside of the sex-crazed behavior of my previous teammates.
Like they were given some secret guide to hookup culture, and I’d missed out completely on learning this skill.
The privacy concern of being a semi-professional hockey player aside, I hadn’t ever been able to go through with a one-night stand, despite the judgment of the social circles around me.
That unspoken chemical reaction between two people in some dark bar or club never hit me, like it was a missing piece of my DNA.
Other than my two-year relationship, any kind of sex felt forced and empty. And being an outsider in a world obsessed with sex was exhausting.
But with Ash, our chemical reaction was on a nuclear level. He was so damn sexy to me, and everything he did or said made him more so.
I loved him, even if I hadn’t told him. It felt scary and too soon. Things between us were working too well. I didn’t want to jinx it or mess it up.
Overcome by the depth of my feelings, I couldn’t help but close the foot or so of space between my mouth and Ash’s cock.
If he was about to ruin me for anyone else, I wanted to give him the most pleasure possible.
I licked his tip, pressing my tongue into his slit before engulfing the head of his cock in my mouth.
I held him on my tongue for a second, letting my saliva pool in my mouth around him.
The slight remnants of his body wash mixed with the salty taste of his skin as I leaned my upper body toward his pelvis, sloppily taking more of him into me.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You look even better with my cock in your mouth. You like that?” he groaned.
Ash’s hands came up to slide all ten of his fingers into my hair, his fingertips pressed lightly against my scalp as he supported my head.
“Mmm,” I hummed, letting the vibration dance along his length as it traveled from my throat to my tongue.
Ash choked out a half-moan when I increased my pace, trying to take as much of him in as possible, letting him enjoy the slickness of my mouth.
“Stop. Stop, sweetheart. I can’t take it. Your mouth is too hot for me not to nut if you keep going like that.”
The sides of my lips tipped up into a gratified smile as I slowly pulled my head back so his cock fell from my mouth.
A string of saliva, like a wisp of silk, connected us briefly before I shifted sideways on the bed to make room for him.
“Goddamn. That was so hot.”
“Yeah,” I agreed because nothing was hotter than Ash feeling pleasure.
Taking the hint, Ash knelt on the bed in the space I’d vacated, running a hand down my body from my throat to my desperate hard-on.
The press of his palm as it journeyed across my skin was firm, like he was mapping the peaks and valleys of my pecs and abs, letting his fingertip drag over the crease of one hip, across my balls before trailing up the other side.
Finally, Ash wrapped his rough palm around my dick, not stroking, but gripping it like he intended to keep it for his own.
“You sure?” he asked calmly, as if my breath wasn’t sawing in and out of my chest like it was about to crack me open if he didn’t move his hand.
“Totally sure. Ash, please,” I answered, blindly stretching out to yank the bedside table’s drawer open enough to shove my hand in at an awkward angle, struggling to find the lube he kept there.
Locating the bottle, I palmed it and held it out to him, not even feeling the discomfort of contorting my wrist for the prize.
“Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready.”
Lube in one hand, Ash positioned himself over me. I widened the space between my legs to an obscene split to give him room to work.
Leaving the bottle near my left hip, he brought his body flush on top of mine. Our skin sealed together from our chests to our balls.
With our faces millimeters apart, Ash paused, his gaze locked on mine. He didn’t close his eyes as he lowered his face to join our mouths together, and his tongue swiped along the seam of my lips.
With zero desire to deny him anything, I parted them, immediately pressing my tongue against the length of his as he invaded every corner of my mouth.
I couldn’t help but rock my hips upward repeatedly in an effort to ease the flood of desire that was pooled inside me.
Ash dropped his weight more fully onto me, halting my motions and diving deeper into our kiss. He added nips of his teeth to my top and bottom lips before soothing them with long sucks of his mouth, as if he was trying to consume my response to him.
I moaned quietly as he dragged his mouth from mine, skimming his lips and licking his way down the same path that his hand had taken earlier. The action was much quicker than the usual slow, devouring torture he put me through before he sucked my dick.
Ash turned to lean up on one elbow between my thighs, his back and ass pressing against my leg and ankle.
Retrieving the lube from beside me, he flipped the cap and drizzled a generous amount onto three fingers of his right hand.
“Fuck,” he murmured, as if to himself, before he shoved his face into the crease of my hips.
He mouthed along the skin, letting the sharp scruff on his cheeks and chin scrape along my tender flesh.
I smiled at the thought of the beard burn I knew would appear on my skin before he was done.
As much as I hated having pale skin that betrayed every heated emotion, I loved seeing Ash’s marks on me the next day.
It was tangible proof of these feelings between us when I couldn’t be next to him or had to pretend in front of the team that we had a regular, detached player-coach relationship.
The slick of his fingers on the base of my dick had me sucking in a breath in anticipation, only to swallow a groan.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he rumbled against my hipbone.
He’d replaced the feather-light kisses with sharper nips as he worked his way over my hip and down to the side of my left ass cheek, opening his mouth wider so that he’d get more of my flesh between his teeth.
“Oh!” I yelped, my dick jerking with the little zing the pressure from Ash’s mouth sent through my nerve endings.
Ash’s head popped up so he could see my eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, soothing the skin where his mouth had just been with his non-lubed hand.
Blood rushed to the tips of my ears.
“No! Not at all. Just surprised, I promised. Please keep going.”
I was not above pleading at this point.
He held my gaze intently, briefly searching the rest of my face for any sign of discomfort, before nodding as if he was satisfied that I’d told him the truth.
“Yeah? You want me to keep going?” Ash’s smile turned sly.
“God, yes. I’m going nuts over here. At least touch my dick, please.”
He hummed a noncommittal sound, merely pushing his body up and over my left leg so he could sit up on his knees.
Ah, fuck. Ash had moved further away from my dick, content to let me suffer more.
“Mnph,” I whined, dismayed at not having him overtop of me, pinning me down with his weight and allowing me some much-needed friction.
“Shh, can you wait a little longer?” He asked, teasing my skin as he waited for my nod. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” Ash promised, pulling my leg over his so I was spread obscenely wide.
My gut swooped at the thought of giving myself over fully to Ash’s plans.
Ash should come with a warning label. Forget about his role as one of the biggest stars in the NHL. He could commandeer every cell in my body with a hot look and a few choice words.
“Aren’t I always good?”
The question popped out before I could think about it. The last thing I wanted to do was stall getting him inside me any longer.
Mercifully, Ash brought his lubed fingers to the top of my ass cheek, gently dragging them along my crack.
“Oh yeah,” he rumbled. “My Cade baby is always so sweet for me.”