34. James
A sh grunts when I push him against his bedroom door, crowding him in. We’re close to the same height, but my build is a little wider, and I work hard in order to keep fit. He breathes in deep, arching his hips away from the door as he tries to rub against me.
“You’re such a little slut,” I say lowly. “What would your Daddy say?”
“He’s not here to find out,” he shoots back. “Please, James. It’s been so long since I felt your cock inside me. I need you to wreck me.”
Leaning in, I skim my lips across his skin. “Your wish is my command, Ash.”
Reaching for the doorknob, I twist it and push the door open at the same time I grab Ash by the arm. He moans as I manhandle him, forcing him to turn around and walking him forward into the room. Kicking the door shut behind me, I push Ash forward until he hits the dresser, chest first.
Bending him over the furniture, I lean over his back, biting at the side of his neck before whispering into his ear. “This is what you want, Ash? For me to take you without mercy?”
“Please,” he begs. “I need you.”
“I know what you need, Ash. Don’t worry.” Pressing a kiss against his neck, I stand. Grabbing his scrubs by the waist, I tug in one fluid motion, taking them and his underwear all the way down to his ankles.
He whines with impatience, shifting from foot to foot, but I give him a good swat on the ass and he stops. I don’t spank him, not like his Daddy does, but I’ve never been shy against putting him in his place either. It’s how this part of our relationship has worked for so long. We’ve always been able to give each other what the other needs, be that emotionally or physically.
Kneeling behind him, I spread his ass. Ash moans and his body trembles as I dive in, my tongue flicking across his hole. Over and over, I flick my tongue against him, licking at the tight entrance until it softens under my touch.
Without hesitation, I bring one finger to his hole, get it slick with saliva, and then press in. Ash groans but doesn’t protest, allowing me to finger-fuck him with only the barest hint of slick.
He’s right in that it’s been awhile since we’ve done this. Between everything happening with the Family and his new Daddy, there hasn’t been enough time for just us. Not that it necessarily bothers me. I know I’m still a priority in his life, but our roles for each other means we don’t have to be together all the time.
If anything, not being his be-all end-all has only made me care about him more. Because I do care about Ash, in all the ways that matter, but he isn’t someone I could ever see myself with full-time for long-term. Being his best friend and occasional fuck buddy is enough. I’d probably murder him if I tried to date him.
Ash knows that, and has always been respectful of my limits.
This, me kneeling behind him as I prep him with tongue and finger, is enough. Combined with the lifelong friendship we have, which is more than anything I’ve gotten from anyone besides my brothers, means I don’t have to worry about trying to be something I’m not for someone else.
Ash’s hole softens further under my ministrations, and a part of me wants to fuck him open on my cock, but it’s been long enough, I don’t want to hurt him. Sliding another finger alongside the first, I scissor them open to give me enough space to wiggle my tongue inside his ass.
Ash bucks into me, trying to force me deeper inside him, but I hold back, unwilling to show him any mercy. Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile. I may be fucking him because it’s what we both want—need—but it’s still on my terms.
Thrusting in and out of him a few times, I finally pull back, watching as his ass tries to cling to my fingers when I slide them out.
“James, fuck me, now.”
I stand and lean over him once more, grinding my hips against his ass. “I don’t have lube on me, Ash.”
“No,” he whines. “Don’t leave me.”
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you raw? Leave you sore and aching for your Daddy to find? You want him to see how big of a fucking whore you are for my cock?”
“Yes!” he shouts and I grin.
Pulling away long enough to shove my pants down, I spit in my hand, jerking myself off a few times, spreading saliva and pre-cum around my hard length.
“Get me wet,” I say in a soft tone.
The response is instantaneous. Ash kicks his pants the rest of the way off, spins around and drops to his knees.
Groaning, I grab a handful of his hair and hold on as he swallows me to the root. His mouth is hot and tight, and he gags around me. He wastes no time, bobbing up and down my cock, coating me in his spit.
Pre-cum leaks from my tip and pools into his mouth, and Ash pulls off, spitting pre-cum and saliva onto my dick, spreading it around with his hand.
“Up, over the dresser. I want your ass out, because that’s the only part of you that matters, isn’t it? After all, your Daddy locked up your cock because we all know your pleasure doesn’t matter.”
“Yes.” He scrambles to his feet and turns around.
Pushing him down further over the dresser so the edge digs into his stomach, but his ass is in the perfect position for taking, I guide my spit-slicked cock to his ready and waiting hole.
Ash moans and tries to wiggle his ass, encouraging me to move forward. That earns him another swat, but this time, it only encourages the fucker.
“If you don’t behave for me, I’ll tell your Daddy. What do you think he’ll say when he learns you can’t even be a fucktoy without being a brat?”
Ash groans but holds still as I press in, both of us moaning as my head enters him. Carefully, more slowly than I normally would if we had lubricant, I enter him. Inch by very careful inch, I slide into his ass.
Ash shakes under my touch, but I run my hands under his top and along his skin, soothing him.
“There you go,” I whisper, rocking a little deeper into him. “You fit me like a fucking glove, Ash. Even though you have a Daddy now, you’re still mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, now fuck me like I am!” he snaps.
My laughter is low and dark as I grip his hips and do exactly as I’m told.
Sliding out of him until just the head is still in his ass, I grip his hips hard enough to bruise, before surging in. It’s tight and a bit difficult at first due to only being lubed up with spit, but I don’t let that deter me. Over and over, I fuck into him, his hole loosening in increments as I do.
Ash whines and groans, one hand gripping the dresser for dear life, the other reaching back and fisting my shirt. I don’t know if he’s trying to push me away or pull me closer, but it doesn’t matter. The only sounds out of his mouth are ones of pleasure, so I take that as my sign to keep going.
Soon enough, I’m slamming into him hard enough to rattle the drawers in the dresser, but he doesn’t complain. I’m sure the edge is digging into his front painfully, but that only seems to spur him on. Ash bucks back into me, taking my entire length as I slam into him.
Rocking my hips, I pull my cock out only far enough that it allows me to thrust in deep once more. My balls ache with the need to release and I lean over him again, gripping his shoulder in one hand and his hip in the other.
“I’m going to come inside you,” I tell him. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, and maybe, if you’re a good boy, your Daddy will fuck it back out of you.”
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I’m surprised the dresser doesn’t break with how hard I fuck him. His hole is nice and loose, and I pull away slightly to spit once more, getting my cock slick enough that the glide in is smoother.
Getting a fistful of his hair, I pull, forcing him to follow the motion so I don’t pull his hair out. He arches his back, his chest lifting from the dresser, pushing his ass further onto my cock.
“Fucking hell, Ash,” I gasp.
A few more rough thrusts and then I rock my hips against his ass again, keeping my dick deep as it throbs and I come. The orgasm seems to burst out of me, cum coating his insides as my cock jerks and pulses. Ash tightens his ass, making me moan as he milks me for all its worth.
Carefully, I let his hair go, easing him back to rest against the dresser as I stay inside him for as long as comfortably possible. As my cock softens and my breathing returns to normal, I slide out of him.
Ash hisses and I rub a hand up and down his back, soothing him.
“You okay?”
“I can’t feel any of my body parts,” he says in a soft voice. “I’m fucking perfect. Now, put me to bed.”
Laughing, I kick off my pants and pull Ash up, scooping him into my arms. He groans but rests a head on my shoulder.
Carrying him to the bed, I lay him down and then strip his top off. “You sure you don’t want a shower?”
“No,” he stretches. “I want your cum in me for as long as possible.”
Snorting, I shake my head and finish undressing. “Whatever you want, Ash.”
He hums and slides under the covers. Leaving him, I move about the room, gathering clothes and depositing them in the hamper before jumping into the shower.
As I wash the sweat and cum from my skin, I sigh, letting my body relax. While our relationship might not be based on sex alone, there’s no denying we both needed that reconnection.
When I crawl into bed beside Ash, he doesn’t hesitate to snuggle into me. “I love you, James,” he whispers.
Wrapping an arm around him, I hold him tight. If he were anyone else, those words would bother me, but I know what he means and what he needs. I could never begrudge him this connection, even if it comes with feelings. Some small part of me needs it, too.