Chapter 16 Asher #2
“I am. It makes me…” I look down at my fingers rimming my glass, my voice dropping, “…want to take care of you.”
“I’m a big boy, Ash.”
“I know that. Doesn’t change the fact that I want the best for you.”
Our eyes meet and some of the old warmth sparks in his. At this point I’ll do anything he asks to keep it there. Face it, I’m a sucker for this man.
When his eyes don’t leave mine, I find myself growing hard. “Cord?” I murmur.
“Yeah?”
Is it my imagination or does he sound as breathless as I feel? I’m afraid to say what’s on my mind. I want to get out of here. I want to take him someplace and have my way with him. Or let him have his way with me. I don’t care who’s the instigator as long as it involves our bodies locked together.
God, why does this have to be so awkward?
I don’t realize I said that last part out loud until I see his lips curl up in a smirk.
“Never known you to mince words, Ash. Just say what’s on your mind.”
Ok. Here goes.
“I want to fuck you.”
We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity while I wonder what’s going through his head. Rejection or…acceptance? I wait, holding my breath.
Around us, the bar is filling up, people out for a good time, but nothing else exists beyond this table. I can hear my own heart thundering in my ears, my need coiled tightly within me. I have to concentrate to keep my blood teeth from dropping. Just one taste is all I need. One small taste…
Who am I kidding? One taste will ignite an inferno of need. Of want. One drop of his blood will send me over the edge.
Cord reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, withdrawing a couple of bills and tossing them on the table, his eyes never leaving mine. I watch every movement, hyper aware of his body. A body I know by heart.
He pushes his chair back and I drink in the sight of his muscular thighs as he stands. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, leaving my chair.
“For a walk.”
He turns and leads me back through the bar past the restrooms to an exit that opens into the alley behind.
The door hasn’t completely shut when he’s on me, slamming me against the wall and pressing his lips to mine. I open my mouth to suck in a breath and his tongue is there, burrowing its way inside like he wants to claim me.
My hand closes around the back of his neck and pulls his head closer, our teeth gnashing together, our tongues tangled in a frenzy of raw hunger. I’m drowning in him and I can’t get enough.
His cock–his beautiful, enormous, rock hard cock–grinds against mine, and I squirm, craving the friction. I slide my hand under his shirt, finding and rolling my thumb around his nipple. Pinching it between my fingers.
He groans in my mouth. I love that sound.
“Want you so bad,” I gasp.
“Take me out.”
I comply immediately, unbuttoning his jeans and slipping my hand down the front.
As usual, he’s gone commando and my fingers close around his smooth length, smearing precum over his head.
I rub my thumb through the slickness, wanting so badly to taste him.
It becomes an overpowering urge I can’t ignore.
I break the kiss and sink to my knees, unzipping and pushing his pants down to give me access to his glorious cock. When it slaps me in the face, I open my mouth to accept it greedily, taking him deep to the back of my throat.
Swallowing him.
And still I want more.
His fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer, fucking my mouth, and I’m in heaven. I love the taste of him, my tongue lapping at his length while I suck, my mouth milking him hard. I can feel him stiffen, his cock growing thicker while goosebumps pebble across his skin.
I can’t get enough of him, and not for the first time I realize I’m an addict when it comes to this man.
“Fuck, Ash. Feels so good.”
I love it when he says my name like that, his gravelly voice husky with need. I can feel my own cock straining against my pants. I may come just bringing him to orgasm.
I slide two fingers into my mouth alongside his cock and wet them, then slip them around to his ass. He groans again as I enter him and scissor my fingers, finding and massaging his prostate.
“Fuuuuuck. I’m. Coming,” he gasps as he fills my mouth.
I swallow every drop, savoring his taste, then lick his cock clean. My own dick is ready to burst and I know exactly what I need. I stand up and capture his mouth, thoroughly tonguing him so he tastes himself on me.
“Wanna fuck you,” I grunt when I come up for air. “Now.”
He doesn’t resist when I spin him around and cup his ass, spreading his tight cheeks with one hand while I unfasten and pull down my pants with the other.
My cock springs free, soaked with precum, and I use it to lube my fingers before digging two inside him.
I know it’s not enough prep, but since when has that mattered with us?
“Do it, Ash,” he growls. “Fuck me, for Christ’s sake.”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. I line my head up with his hole and edge the crown past the first ring of muscle. God, it feels so good to be inside him again.
He pushes back against me, groaning in need, and I oblige him, shoving my cock all the way in until I’m seated in him.
Back where I belong.
Cord is taller than me by four inches so I have to raise myself up on the balls of my feet to maintain leverage. The added height puts my face level with his. I swipe my tongue around the shell of his ear, watching with fascination as the hairs rise on his neck.
“You feel like home,” I breathe.
He groans as I slowly inch almost all the way out then thrust back inside him, his ass pressing against my pelvis, bearing down on my cock and rotating for friction.
He always was a good fuck. The best.
And that awakens old urges. Old appetites. The kind that shouldn’t be explored in a dirty public alley, but fuck that. I’ve got him here now and I intend to make the most of it.
I reach around to cup his balls, squeezing until he moans, the sound music to my starving ears.
“I’ve forgotten how much you like it when it hurts, baby.”
“Fuck, Ash. This isn’t the time…”
“No, this is exactly the time.” Slam. “I’ve waited.” Slam. “Ten fucking.” Slam. “Years.” Slam. “Without this hole.” Slam. “Who knows what fucked up head trip you’re going to send me on next, so I’m getting my money’s worth tonight.”
“Ash…”
“No.”
I pull all the way out until my head is just teasing his hole, holding it there while I massage his balls. I know he’s getting hard again because he’s trying to rub against the wall, but I don’t let him. I keep him just far enough away to leave him hungering for more.
And still I hold back at his entrance. It’s killing me. I want to bury myself so far inside him I’ll never find my way out, but I also want to punish him for all the anguish, the empty nights, the fucking blue balls I suffered because he walked away.
Besides, I know he loves it.
We both do.
“Ash, you sadistic fuck…”
I close my mouth over his ear, torturing him with my breath. “Yes, baby?”
I wish I had some rope. I’d make the knots tight so he couldn’t even move.
Then listen to him beg while I edge him to insanity.
Just the thought of it almost makes me come.
He growls and shoves his ass back against me, chasing his release. The sight of my cock just tipping into his ass is damned poetic. Maybe I should take a picture. Frame it for my bedroom wall.
I push in far enough to hit his prostate, then rock back and forth there, stimulating him to near tears. He starts babbling under his breath, so I decide to throw him a bone and reach around to grab his stiffening cock.
“Umph,” he grunts. “I’m going to fucking…” Groan.
“I know you are, baby. But tell me this isn’t exactly what you need.”
Okay, so maybe we’re both a little fucked up. Pain has always been a component of our sex life. And while I know just fucking Cord would answer a basic need, it wouldn’t bring him back for more.
He has to remember. He has to realize just how much he misses me, because I fucking miss the hell out of him.
And this is what I miss most. Being able to indulge the darkness with someone I trust.
With him.
I tease his entrance a little more then thrust inside him, building him up again before backing off and holding.
“Ash. Fuck.”
I repeat it two more times, fucking him to the point of release then pulling back. Until I can feel his body vibrating with need. My own cock is begging for release, but this isn’t about me right now. Everything I do is to drive him crazy.
And it’s working. His sweet ass rubs against me, tempting me, and it takes all my control not to pound it until I come. All the while my thumb circles the head of his cock while my hand pumps it. Fast then slow until he’s whimpering for release.
“Do you want this?” I whisper in his ear.
“Damn it, Ash. You fucking know I do.”
I chuckle darkly. “Then don’t leave me hanging.” I slam all the way inside him until his yelp is a combination of relief and pain. Every thrust after that is harder than the last, driving home my point and pounding Cord against the wall.
“I.” Slam. “Can’t.” Slam. “Live.” Slam. “Without.” Slam. “You.” Slam.
The last one nearly wrecks both of us. When I come it’s like my cock is going to explode. I feel like I’ve entered an alternate reality. One I haven’t visited in far too long.
He follows right behind me, decorating my hand and the wall with his cum.
And at the height of my release, I crack open my jaw and sink my teeth into his neck, drinking the sweet elixir that is Cord McCallister. My own fucking fountain of youth.
After I swallow my fill of him, I pull away and lick my lips, then lean over to his ear.
“Next time we do this in a bed.”