Chapter 11 #2
He takes my coffee cup and sets it on the table next to his. When he turns back, there's hunger in his eyes. Dark and intent.
"I want to try something," he says. Not a question this time.
"What kind of—"
He kisses me before I can finish. Deep and filthy, his tongue fucking into my mouth. I moan against him and he swallows the sound, one hand fisting in my hair to hold me exactly where he wants me.
"Been thinking about this all day," he growls against my lips. "Watching you at story hour, wanting to touch you. Sitting across from you at lunch, thinking about what I wanted to do to you."
"What did you want to do?"
"This." He pushes me back on the couch, settling between my legs in one smooth motion. "Want to taste you. Want to make you come on my tongue and watch you fall apart."
My cock throbs in my jeans. "Ash—"
"Just you." He's already working my belt open, yanking at the buckle with practiced efficiency. "Nothing expected back. I just want to make you feel good."
He pulls my jeans and underwear down in one rough motion, and my cock springs free, hard and leaking. He makes a low sound in his throat—approval, hunger—and wraps his hand around me.
"Fuck, look at you." His thumb swipes through the precum at the tip, spreading it down my shaft. "So hard already. So desperate for it."
"Please—"
"Please what? Tell me what you want."
"Your mouth. Please, Ash, I need—"
He doesn't make me beg anymore. Just lowers his head and swallows me down in one motion, taking me so deep I hit the back of his throat.
"Fuck!" My hips jerk up and he pins them down, holding me in place while he works me over. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, tongue doing something incredible on the underside while he sucks hard enough to make my vision blur.
He pulls off just long enough to say, "Eyes on me. Watch me suck your cock."
I force my eyes open, and the sight of him—lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowed, those sharp hazel eyes locked on mine—almost makes me come right there.
"That's it." He strokes me slowly while he talks, spit-slick and obscene. "Such a good boy, watching like I told you. You're going to come down my throat and I'm going to swallow every drop."
"Ash, I can't—I'm gonna—"
"Not yet." His grip tightens at the base, staving off my orgasm. "I'm not done with you."
He takes me deep again, setting a brutal pace, and one hand slides down to cup my balls, rolling them gently before pressing behind them. The pressure on my prostate from the outside makes me see stars.
"Please," I'm babbling now, hands twisted in his hair. "Please, Ash, let me come, I need to come, please—"
He hums around me—approval, permission—and sucks hard, and I explode. Coming so hard I scream, pumping into his mouth while he swallows and swallows, working me through it until I'm shaking and overstimulated and still he doesn't stop.
"Too much," I gasp. "Ash, I can't—"
He finally pulls off, licking his lips like he just had the best meal of his life. "You taste amazing."
I'm a wreck. Boneless on his couch, cock softening against my thigh, still trembling from the aftershocks. He climbs up to lie beside me, and I can feel how hard he is against my hip.
"Let me," I say, reaching for him. "I want to—"
"No." He catches my wrist, brings it to his lips, kisses my palm. "That was for you. Just for you."
"But you're—"
"I'm fine." He's clearly not fine—his cock is straining against his jeans—but his voice is firm. "I wanted to give you something with no expectations. No keeping score."
"That's not how this works."
"It is with me." He pulls me against his chest, ignoring his obvious erection. "I've never done that before. Given without wanting something back. Let me have this."
I don't know what to say. In my experience, sex has always been transactional—I do something for you, you do something for me. The idea that Ash would suck me off just because he wanted to, just to watch me fall apart, with nothing expected in return...
"You're crying," he says, alarmed.
I am. I wipe my eyes but more tears come. "It's just... no one's ever done that before."
"Sucked your cock?"
I laugh, wet and shaky. "Made it about me. Just me. Without wanting something back."
His arms tighten around me. "Get used to it. I plan to do that a lot."
"Ash..."
"Shh." He kisses my forehead. "Just let me hold you."
So I do. I let him hold me on his couch, hard cock pressed against my hip that he refuses to let me touch, and I think about how wrong Robin was.
Ash isn't a hurricane.
He's becoming shelter.
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We stay like that for a long time, and eventually the conversation picks back up.
Movies we like, foods we hate, the worst dates we've ever been on.
His involves a goat and an embassy; he can't tell me more than that due to classification levels.
Mine involves a guy who brought his mother to the restaurant and made me sit in the back seat on the drive home.
It's easy. Natural. Like we've been doing this for years instead of hours.
"I should probably go eventually," I say when the afternoon light starts to fade through the windows. "Work tomorrow."
"Stay for dinner. I'll order something."
"Ash—"
"Please." He looks at me, and there's vulnerability in his expression that he's not trying to hide. "I'm not ready for today to be over."
How can I say no to that?
"Okay," I say. "Dinner. But then I really have to go."
"Deal."
He orders Thai again from the same place, because we both liked it and because trying new things can wait for another day. We eat on the couch, watching something mindless on TV, and I don't leave until almost midnight.
At the door, he kisses me like it's the last time even though we both know it isn't.
"Tomorrow?" he asks.
"I work until five. But after—"
"I'll come to the bar. Help with dinner."
"You can cook?"
"I can chop vegetables. Same thing."
I laugh and kiss him again. "See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
I ride home with his taste in my mouth and his smell on my clothes and his voice in my head telling me how much he cares about me.
My boyfriend. My actual, real, official boyfriend.
Robin said Ash was a hurricane. But maybe hurricanes can learn to be gentle.
Maybe this one already has.