Chapter Twenty-Three
Ash
While his repressed-ness could be adorable at times, it was also frustrating. Now I couldn’t even jerk off while we chat? What the fuck was wrong with him? It was perfectly fucking natural, dammit.
The really hot part was how he couldn’t stop looking, his eyes focused intently on my cock, and the way I stroked it, and teased myself. I enjoyed edging myself, because once it’s over, it’s over, right? Why not prolong it, and go off with a bang?
“Wanna join me?”
Cal blinked languidly, finally lifting his head to meet my eyes, and then he sighed heavily.
“No. This isn’t the time for this. Can you stop?”
I grinned widely at him, as I jerked my cock faster.
“No,” I echoed his tone, “but I can get off faster if you like? I mean, generally I like to do this for a while, but I’m close, what with your eyes on it so much.
” Yeah, he’d started watching me again. See, he liked it.
He wanted it. He just couldn’t find the off switch for all that fucking brainwashing they’d done to him.
“Before we kill them, we should let them watch us together, just to show them that it’s fucking natural.”
“Assholes weren’t made for fucking, you moron.”
I shuddered at his tone. Disapproving was hot as fuck on him, and hell, if he wanted to disapprove of me, it wouldn’t stop me. That ripple of pleasure shot through me again, and I groaned, rolling my head back as I felt it getting closer.
“How do you know that, Cal? Your fucking bible tell you that?” I watched him as he watched me getting off, and I wished he’d just put his mouth down there, and finish me. I wanted my cum in his mouth. I wanted him to taste me. To know my cum was sliding down his throat and into his stomach.
Jesus. It was gonna happen any second, I could feel it.
“Ash, stop it. This isn’t approp-”
Fuck yeah, pleasure shot through me, and I threw my head back and cursed out loud as I felt my cum spurting little jets of fucking glory all over me. He really needed to taste it, though.
“Damn you, Ash.”
I grinned, slumping back against the headboard and dragging my fingers through my cooling cum on my stomach.
“Is that a promise, baby? You wanna strike me down for enjoying my body? Go right ahead.”
He made a disgusted sound, and turned away from me, and that gave me my chance. I scooped up as much cum as I could gather and sucked it into my mouth, my eyes rolling back a little at the cool, salty nectar I held on my tongue.
Grabbing Cal by the back of the head, I pulled his face to mine, and dragged him into a filthy cum-filled kiss. He hesitated, then started to kiss me, and then he was shoving at my chest as I held his face tight against mine, and made him taste my cum, made him take it into his mouth.
I pulled back just enough to glare at him, seeing his fury reflecting back at me.
“Swallow, Cal. Take it inside you.”
He spat it back at me, and I flinched, as my own cum hit me in the face, mixed with our spit.
“Fuck you!”
“Well… guess you’ve got the balls to fight back after all. That’s hot.” I slid my fingers through the mess on my face, and sucked them, as he grimaced.
“You’re disgusting, Ash.”
“Thank you, baby.”
He got up in a huff and marched out of the room, but something I saw made me get up and follow him. What the hell did I just see?
Cal
I couldn’t believe the fucker just did that to me.
He knew I was struggling with everything sexual, and he thought pushing his cum into my mouth was appropriate.
Nothing Ash did was appropriate. Like the fact that I was heading to the nearest bathroom, desperate to rinse my mouth, and he kept stopping me.
He grabbed my arm again, and again, and I kept shaking him off, until he finally shoved me forward against the wall outside the room that had to be the bathroom, with one hand on the back of my neck.
“Stay fucking still.”
“I swear to god, if you touch me or try to fuck me, I’ll kill you, Ash.
I’ll fucking kill you!” I was shuddering, panic flowing down my spine like icy fingers…
no wait, they were his fingers trailing down my spine, and suddenly I realised what he was inspecting, as his fingers moved gently over the scars I’d had for so long.
Scars whose physical presence barely bothered me anymore, because the emotional ones were the most painful.
“What happened to you?” My breath left me in a rush, and I slumped against the wall, no longer fighting against his grip. What was the point?
“Cal, fucking answer me. Someone did this to you. Who?”
Ah how sweet, the brute I’m stuck with, who forced me to kill someone, feels bad for someone hurting me. Hypocrite much?
“Who do you think it was? You know I was raised in a strict family, Ash. You know they punished wickedness.”
He muttered a string of curses, pulling me back against him, hugging me tightly from behind.
“They’re gonna fucking pay for this, you hear me?
They’ll be screaming in agony, for every fucking stripe on your back.
Those cunts.” The word was jarring, especially since it was being used to describe my parents, but the thing Ash didn’t know, the bit I maybe didn’t even need to mention, was how many of those stripes on my back were because of things he did, things he caught me up in.
Did my parents think he was a bad influence? Of course they fucking did.
“Filthy boy, filthy devil’s boy!” my dad roared at me, as the whip lashed my flesh again, tearing through it, as white hot fire burned in its wake.
My sobbing did nothing to stop him, didn’t placate him, or cause him to feel pity. He only cared about saving my soul, no matter that he was the one destroying it, one lash at a time.
“Cal? Baby, oh Jesus fuck.” Ash turned me in his arms, and I sobbed into his neck, as flashback after flashback tormented my mind, almost making me feel each slice of the leather again, and the blood dripping down my skin.
My arms slipped around Ash’s waist, and the shock of bare skin against mine dissipated under the realisation of something else. Comfort.
He was comforting me, and he was angry on my behalf.
He wanted to protect me, to avenge me. He cared.
They might not have cared, but Ash did, and for once, the fact that it was him wasn’t an issue.
Would anyone other than him have cared about me?
Would anyone else have persevered like he did?
Would anyone else have done all of this for me?
He cared, maybe more, maybe he loved me. I think that moment was when I realised that I felt something for him too. Probably not love, not yet, but something.
“Ash, I want you to fuck me. Please.”