Chapter 33
thirty-three
CADEN
His dick.
That’s where I would start. Ash was such an unselfish lover that I didn’t get to spend enough time worshiping the part of him that brought me so much pleasure.
Lifting myself up, I maneuvered myself down his body to lie between his legs.
The motion of my body sent the top sheet and comforter off the end of the bed and onto the floor, leaving the king-sized mattress a blank slate to fill any way we wanted.
Ash’s hard, thick length rested against his abs.
This close, I could see that I wasn’t the only one in this bed who felt like he might explode too soon.
His dick was all smooth skin, but the stiff outlines of the veins that decorated his shaft stood out sharply, as if his skin struggled to contain the engorged muscle below.
I couldn’t see the top of his dick from this angle, but the skin below its plump head was a shade or two darker than everywhere else.
Operating on instinct, I pushed my face forward into the right side of Ash’s groin. I rubbed my face side to side, digging my nose deep into the hidden crease where his pelvis and leg joined.
Ash’s scent had been one of the first things that hooked me. The warm, salty, sun-drenched smell that was just Ash had started to return after being washed away by the minty body wash he used.
I licked and sucked as deeply into the joint as possible. I didn’t try to avoid the gentle scrape of my stubble on the side of his balls or the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
“Jesus Christ!”
Ash’s hips bucked with the onslaught of sensation. The light slap of his dick against his stomach was a drug to my system. I tested a few nips of his inner thigh, rewarded by a hard enough thrust that I had to use my left hand to hold his hip to the bed.
Intoxicated by the effect I was having on him, I turned my face toward his balls, and I laving one side with my tongue. Applying lighter suction to the delicate skin of his sac, I centered my head so I could pull one tender ball into my mouth to torture with my tongue.
“Cade baby,” he growled. “If you keep going like this, I’m going to come way too fast.”
Fuck. I felt like the most powerful person in the world. To unravel this man, who could make me dizzy with pleasure with just a look, now driven to hump the air with his need to come.
The endearment had me rutting into the sheet along with the undulations of my tongue, unable to deny my body’s need for him to be inside me.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he would fuck me. Tonight, I wanted to take all his cum down my throat.
Ash’s breathing had elevated to panting. I took that as a signal to up my game.
Widening my lips as much as possible, I let gravity do the work of resting the lower half of his sac just past my lips. Carefully, I wound my tongue over, under, and between his balls in random motions.
A snhick-snhick sound and slight shake to his hips alerted me to the fact that Ash had taken hold of his dick. Not wanting to give up the prize in my mouth, I pushed a deep growl from my throat, letting the vibrations surround his vulnerable flesh.
The muscles in Ash’s thighs went rock hard, his heels pressing into the sides of my ass from the way he’d positioned his legs.
The grunt he emitted was choked by my hand moving to grab any part of his arm to stop him from jacking off.
“Jesus! You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he rasped. I’d managed to get hold of the offending wrist, stalling his motions on his dick.
That was more like it.
I let his balls slip from my lips, the spit-covered skin slippery as they brushed against my chin.
If I wanted to get to the next part, I’d need both arms below me to balance.
Lifting my head, I looked up at Ash’s face, his usual warm, confident expression looking slightly debauched. A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead. The thick waves of his dark hair were tousled in a way that suggested he’d been rolling his head across the pillow.
Nearly there.
“Can you keep your hands here, please?” I guided his wrist so the hand he’d been touching himself with rested snuggly against the side of his body.
His nostrils flared in resistance, but he nodded. “Goddamn, hearing that little ‘please’ from your lips makes me want to give you anything.”
I situated my upper body between his thighs so that I could use my mouth and both hands for this next part.
“I’ll remember that,” I teased, keeping my eyes locked on his as I lowered my chin toward his straining dick.
“You can have your playtime, Cade baby. But I’m gonna remember every bit of tonight, too.” He smiled wolfishly.
“Noted.” I couldn’t wait.
My gaze fell to his dick. I pulled in a deep breath through my nose, letting the smell of his skin mixed with the scent of his desire fill my lungs.
A few drops of pre-cum were caught in the hair of his happy trail. Another drop clung to his slit, ready for my tongue to lap up.
I stretched out my tongue, moving toward the little bead of liquid, but changed course half a millimeter before I could capture it. I quickly pulled my tongue back into my mouth.
“Fucking goddamn hell,” came the curses from up the bed.
Not deterred by Ash’s frustrations—that was the point after all—I ghosted my lips down his pulsing length. The skin of my lips barely brushed the hard velvet of his dick, creating a deeper itch to orgasm instead of providing any relief.
“I swear to god, sweetheart. I will make you feel all of this ten times over. What are you doing to me?” Ash growled.
My own dick loved his words too much to continue to deny him any longer. It wasn’t about my need to get off, but I needed to see Ash to come something fierce. That’s where the deepest pleasure came from inside me.
I brought my hand up to pull his dick toward my mouth, standing straight up from his body. I gave the base a firm squeeze before shifting my hold toward the middle.
Then I let go of any worries about technique and dove in.
I sucked a deep kiss to the base, my tongue sweeping up and down, then around the sides as far as I could reach.
I let my chin graze the petal-soft skin as I licked my way up his length to meet my fist. Opening my fingers, I pressed long strokes of my tongue along his flesh, the force of my licks deepening with the counterpressure of my palm holding him in place.
After pulling off him with a lewd pop, I slid my fist down to the now-saliva-soaked base of his dick.
I created a tight channel with my fingers and palm for Ash’s length to struggle through.
Next, I treated the top portion of his dick like an ice cream cone on a ninety-degree summer day, giving the same ministrations to the slit at the top.
I dug deeply with my tongue to draw out more drops of treasure.
Needing to bring him to his breaking point, I took him between my lips, sucking tightly as I pressed my mouth down his length until he hit the opening of my throat.
I lamented that I couldn’t take him all the way down in one go, but at the same time, I was glad my only experiences sucking dick had been under Ash’s care.
I held him there as I swallowed against his tip, letting the closing and opening of my throat caress the flared head of his cock.
Another swallow with him pressed the tiniest bit deeper toward the back of my throat tested my limits. I pulled back to drag in a deep breath before sucking and licking down his rigid member once more.
Soon after, my hand joined in the urgent rhythm, meeting my lips before shuttling back down to the base.
Exclamations of “fuck” and “oh shit, sweetheart, right there” were the soundtrack to my efforts and made me try to take him a little deeper each time.
Up and down. Swallow. Breathe. Repeat.
It was the sounds he couldn’t control that heightened my satisfaction: heavy pants, strangled grunts, and fierce inhalations through his nostrils as he tried to control his breathing but failed.
I was flooded with a euphoria I’d never felt before meeting him.
When Ash’s hips started making little aborted movements, I guessed he was close to his release.
Wanting to give him one more piece of me, I groped blindly for his right hand, dragging it to the top of my head. I reached to cover it with mine, pressing down hard.
“Jesus fuck. Just when I think you can’t get any hotter, sweetheart.”
I hummed in response. The vibration caused him to grip my hair, a mild sting resulting from the pull.
I hummed again, giving him permission to keep pressure on my head.
Jaw aching, shoulders struggling to hold me up much longer, I doubled down on the movements of my tongue with the energy I had left.
“Fuck! Oh shit! Get ready, Cade baby, I’m going to come,” he growled through gritted teeth, the volume of his voice overpowering against the silence of the hotel room.
Ash used his hold on my hair to guide my head away from his dick, but I gave the tiniest shake of my head.
I was going to take everything he had to offer.
His body went taut. The muscles of his ass and stomach pushed his pelvis up so that it arched slightly off the bed, the movement quickly followed by the first shot of cum erupting from his dick.
“Unghhhh,” he groaned, his ass falling back to the bed as his orgasm sent tremors through his body.
I rushed to swallow the first spurt as the subsequent ones flooded my mouth. I was determined not to let a single drop escape.
A final sigh had Ash practically melting into the bed.
I tilted my chin up, catching Ash’s eyes as the final trickle of pleasure leaked from his slit. My cheeks were slightly rounded by the remainder of his cum I’d yet to swallow.
Letting go of the tip of his dick, I sealed my lips as I pulled my mouth away from his still half-hard length in my hand.
I made sure to slow the movement of my throat as I swallowed the last of his orgasm so he could see the way my Adam’s apple protruded obscenely as the liquid made its way down to my belly.
Thoroughly wrung out by my efforts, I mustered up a hazy, satisfied smile as I pushed myself to kneel on the bed.