Chapter Seventeen
Mason
Grabbing hold of Ash’s hand, I all but dragged him out of the room and down the stairs, the desperate need to have him naked and under me my only goal. The kitchen and living area went by in a blur as I hustled him out of the house and across to Gabe’s, not stopping until I had him in my bedroom and pinned against the door. Securely flicking the lock, the click reassuringly loud, ensured us the privacy I demanded with no interruptions.
“Mase?” he asked shakily, and only now did I study his face. Eyes wild, pupils blown, a flush covering his cheeks, he looked gone already.
“Naked,” I ordered. He shuddered and swallowed, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “Now.”
Giving himself room to maneuver, he whipped his T-shirt over his head in one swift movement. Mindful of his injuries, he carefully bent and unlaced his boots, toeing them off at the same time as he shoved his shorts and briefs down to his ankles, then removed them as well. Straightening, he looked me in the eye and raised an eyebrow.
I hadn’t been able to move, so transfixed watching him shed his clothes with such eagerness. Peeling away the layers to reveal the man underneath had taken all my attention.
“Aren’t we getting naked?” he snapped impatiently, causing a grin to spread across my face, at his frustrated question. “Well?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, deciding to take matters into his own hands by grabbing my T-shirt and hauling it up and over my head. Next, his fingers fiddled with the waistband on my shorts, almost ripping the button off in his haste to get me out of them. “Fucking porn star,” he mumbled to himself, though I didn’t understand the reference, and as I had other interests on my mind at the minute I wasn’t inclined to find out.
My shorts and underwear were around my ankles, stuck there, unable to get over my work boots, but apparently Ash didn’t want to waste any more time on them. Hot hands wrapped around my length, sliding up the shaft, the action pulling a low groan from my throat. He licked his lips and dropped his eyes to where he stroked me, but before he followed through on sucking me, I fell to my knees, coming face-to-face with his cock. Rock-hard, standing proud and straight, and throbbing in time to his erratic pulse, the veins along the side visible and the circumcised head a dark pink.
“Shit,” he moaned, his hand wrapping around himself, gliding over his flesh, gripping and squeezing as he got to the head, precum dripping from the slit making my mouth water.
I’d never been so close to a cock, an incredibly hard cock, in all my life and the engorged length appeared way too big to fit in my mouth, let alone be shoved into an ass. Mine was longer than Ash’s by a good inch or so, thicker too. Suddenly me trying to fit inside him made me feel incredibly anxious.
“Let’s go slow, yeah?” he coaxed, reading me. “We only do what you’re comfortable with, remember?”
“Okay,” I agreed, my voice shaky. Licking my lips, I opened my mouth and took him inside.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his fingers in my hair, pulling tight. The sharp pain should have hurt but instead only heightened the feelings of longing and arousal dancing under my skin. Resting my hands on his thighs, my tongue tentatively stroked against his slit lapping him, and above me, he began to tremble. Precum coated my taste buds, sweet yet bitter, the flavor mixing perfectly with Ash’s own musky scent, as if his whole essence had distilled down to one, small, perfect bead of juice.
He tasted delicious.
Taking more of him in, I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked. More precum leaked, so I swallowed, instantly addicted, craving more. Taking him all the way down my throat the same way I’d seen him do, I gagged and had to pull back. Frustrated, I tried again, slower and more cautious, yet the same thing happened.
“Take your time,” he panted.
Sliding off him, I gazed up. His body covered in a light sheen of perspiration, showed every facet of his leanly built muscles. Already well on the way to unraveling, and I’d barely touched him. Once again, I was amazed to be the one causing such a reaction. “I want to get it right,” I sighed.
“You are,” he replied and grinned tightly. “Maybe it’s for the best you don’t have any experience as it’s taking the last of my control to hold off and not instantly come all over your face.”
I relaxed some at his words. As crap as I considered myself to be, he totally got off on my amateurish attempts to pleasure him.
“It’s meant to be fun, Mase, and enjoyable. Don’t overthink it. Trust me, whatever you do is gonna work for me.”
He was right. This was my first time sucking cock. Just because I had one of my own didn’t mean I was an expert on how to suck someone else’s.
Thinking about what I enjoyed having done to me, I enveloped Ash with my fingers, applying enough pressure to stimulate, but not get him off, and worked my way up his shaft, before twisting them around the head a couple of times. “Hmm, yeah,” he moaned.
My mouth followed the action, and when my hand slid back down, my lips were close behind, sucking him, only to ease off, then repeating all over again. Cupping his balls, enclosing them in the palm of my free hand, I tugged gently, at the same time working his cock with my other hand and mouth.
“Like that, Mase,” he groaned, the trembling in his body more pronounced. “So, fucking good.”
My own cock throbbed but with my hands full, I could do nothing to ease the ache between my legs that was becoming harder and harder to ignore. I needed relief and there’d only be one way we’d both get what we needed.
Looking up Ash’s body, my balls pulled up tight, and I almost came at the sight in front of me. His strong legs visibly shook, and his abs clenched, revealing every one of his ripped muscles. His chest moved rapidly in and out, and what had earlier started as a light sheen of perspiration covering his perfect body had turned into a full-on sweat, his skin glistening in the afternoon sunlight from the window. Drops beaded his brow and dripped down the side of his face onto his neck and shoulders before sliding between his pecs and down to his stomach. If my mouth hadn’t already been occupied, I’d have eagerly licked every last trace of moisture from his beautiful body.
Switching things up, getting more turned on the longer I stared, I rapidly bobbed up and down his solid cock, my jaw aching at being open for so long, but I wouldn’t relent. Tightening my grip on his balls, I squeezed harder, and Ash’s reaction was instantaneous.
“Mase,” he shouted as his cock swelled in my mouth. “I can’t, Mase… Shit, shit.” His dick pulsed a couple of times, shooting his first load of cum into my mouth, the powerful spurt hitting my tonsils.
He shot again and again until my mouth was full, and I had to either pull off or take his release down. I took it down, swallowing deeply, his sperm coating my throat. As soon as I’d emptied my mouth he filled it again, the salty tang of him deliciously addictive. I swallowed, tasting him a second time, wanting more.
The hands buried deep in my hair suddenly yanked my head off his dick. “I’m sorry,” he cried out, anguish on his face. “I never meant for you to take me down. I meant to pull out.”
Cum continued dripping from him, slipping down his shaft to his balls. I traced the wet trail with my fingers before I stood and faced him, the muscles in my legs protesting after being in the same position for so long. Bringing my hand up, his sticky release on my fingers, I brought them to my mouth and sucked, licking them clean.
“So damn hot,” he groaned, shuddering when I covered his mouth with mine, my tongue caressing his, letting him taste himself. He shuddered again, coiled his arms around my neck and held me there as he licked every last drop of cum from my lips.
“Hell, Mase,” he said when he eventually managed to speak, his forehead resting against mine. “Are you sure you’ve not done this before? Jesus Christ, that was good.”
I smirked. “Yeah?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.”
Leaning in, our hips aligning, I rubbed my aching hardness over his belly, getting no relief at all. “I’m not finished yet.” I nuzzled into his neck, licking the salty skin at the top of his shoulder and biting gently.
“No?” he replied, his voice low, needy, his cock semi-hard as he mashed our hips together.
I bit his neck harder and sucked at the delicate skin. After leaving my mark, I licked my way up to his ear. “No.”
Urgent hands slid down to my hips, tugging me closer, sandwiching my dick between us. “What do you want, Mason?” he asked, causing me to shudder this time at the teasing note in his voice. Moving my hands over his rapidly cooling skin, I curled them over his ass, spreading the cheeks wide.
“Inside you,” I said biting down on his earlobe. “I want to slide my dick inside you.”
His wanton and desperate whimper set off a burning need deep in my gut. Gripping his ass, I lifted him up and like last time he automatically wrapped his long legs around my waist and crossed his ankles, pulling us closer. My cock throbbed at the sweet friction rubbing over the sensitized head, forcing me to clench my jaw, hard, to keep control. I wanted to come while inside him, not like this, making a mess over his stomach.
I went to move, only then registering my shorts and briefs were pooled around my ankles. “Shit,” I grumbled as I shuffled us over to the bottom of the bed, then mindful of his ribs, dropped Ash gently on the mattress. “Well, that was sexy.” I loved the laughter I received in return and despite the intensity of the emotions swirling around us, I laughed too, able to do as Ash requested and have fun.
“Real smooth,” he replied, collapsing onto the sheets unable to control his giggling.
Undoing my boots and stepping out of them, I got rid of the offending garments and climbed on the bed, straddling either side of his thighs, my hands resting by his head. “You think I’m funny, do you?”
“No, no,” he replied, continuing to giggle.
Hovering above him, my arms locked straight on either side of his head, I enjoyed watching him be so carefree and happy. However, for some reason, I was reminded of out on the balcony when he told me about his errands and how he didn’t want me to go with him.
His rejection of my offer had stung when he told me no. Plucking up the courage to say I’d willingly leave the house with him and put myself in a situation I’d actively avoided for months was a big deal for me, so to have him dismiss my request as unimportant, when I hoped he’d be pleased, had hurt.
The whole situation had felt off, and I struggled to put my finger on why. The kiss on the cheek he’d tried to palm me off with only confirmed my suspicion, setting off alarm bells all over the place. Kissing him properly had changed his mind, the urgent need taking over for both of us, but his initial reluctance to give in and let go the way he normally did concerned me.
Looking at his face, I could discern no signs as to what’d been troubling him. But even though nothing became apparent, it didn’t mean something wasn’t going on. I’d have to dig deeper to try to determine the cause and work out what to do, but I’d do that later. Now, I was preparing to take the final step in cementing my newfound sexuality. And as well as the passion building inside me, a lot of nervous tension ran alongside too. Despite Ash’s reassurance, I didn’t think I’d been great at my first blowjob, so why would I be any good at fucking him?
“Wow, you’re thinking so loud, I can hear you all the way down here.” His words dragged me out of my head. The fact I broadcast my worries loudly enough for him to pick up on proved he’d gotten to know me very well indeed. A revelation I found disconcerting and yet weirdly reassuring at the same time.
“I don’t want to screw it up,” I said, “or hurt you.”
He stroked my face. “If you open me up first, prep me right, you won’t.” My look must have given away my skepticism at his answer. “It’ll be fi—” He stopped himself from saying the word, grimacing and making me smile. “It’ll be amazing,” he told me instead, pulling me down until our bodies connected, his hot skin so good against me. “You’ll see. Now come here.” He kissed me tenderly, at first, before changing to harder, more urgent. My pulse picked up when his legs wrapped over my hips once more, the few hairs on his calves tickling my skin, his hard erection alongside mine.
I wanted him so badly.
Moving down his body until my cock rested against his ass, I rocked my hips, sliding along his crease. He opened his legs wider, and on the next pass, my crown nudged at the hole, the heat in his most intimate place so hot, so intense I had to bite my lip to stop from thrusting inside.
“Condoms. Lube,” Ash demanded desperately.
“Shit,” I moaned, “I don’t have any. I hadn’t expected to be having sex.”
“My toiletry kit,” he panted. “In my bathroom.”
Disentangling us, I raced over to his bathroom in seconds. Rummaging through his kit, I found what I wanted and pulled out the condom and a small sachet of lube.
Returning to the room, I ripped open the foil and hurriedly rolled the latex down my length. It didn’t go all the way but covered enough to do the job.
“Here.” Ash held out his hand. “Pour some of the lube on my fingers.” Climbing on the bed, I gave him a questioning look but did as he requested—opened the sachet and poured some over the fingers on his outstretched hand, coating them.
Ash rubbed the lube around a bit, then bent his legs at the knees. I nearly swallowed my tongue when he displayed himself to me. I didn’t have time to stare as his fingers were there and after circling his hole a couple of times, he pushed his index finger all the way in.
“Fuck, Ash,” I rasped, needing to get closer. Leaning down, my eyes remained glued to his hole as he methodically worked his finger in and out a few more times before pulling out completely. The ring of muscle stayed open a fraction of a second before shutting fast. The sight, the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Help me,” he ground out. My eyes reluctantly moved from his ass to his face, needing one final confirmation. He rapidly bobbed his head. Moving my hand alongside his, he took my finger in his palm, and after greasing me up, inserted his index finger into himself once more. “Now you.” Waiting until he pulled his finger to the rim, I followed when he pushed back in. His ass clamped down on me like a vise, sucking me in. And the heat, fuck, he burned as hot as a furnace, his fire scorching me as I delved inside.
He shuddered his pleasure. “So good,” he groaned as we worked in tandem. Out, in, out, in. “Another,” he ordered. I added one more finger, working them alongside his. The sight so very erotic as we both pleasured him at the same time, loving his freedom and openness to seek out what he needed and not be embarrassed to take it.
I instinctively twisted my fingers, pulling them apart, adding more friction, and his answering moan sounded deeply satisfying. I’d have been more than happy to continue doing this all day, with only my fingers penetrating him and nothing else. I had never felt so connected to another person in my entire life. As I drew back, my fingertips hit a spongy area, and I got an instant reaction, his body shuddering as he shouted, “Yes, right there, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Keeping my fingers on the sensitive spot, I rubbed over and over as he writhed in pleasure, moaning incoherent words as sensation took over, and his body reacted.
Jesus, I instantly revised my earlier thought about only fingering him all day, as now watching him come apart so beautifully, I desperately needed to get my dick where my fingers were and was unable to wait any longer. Removing them, he copied me, recognizing we both needed to move to the next stage.
Shuffling in closer, I drizzled the remaining lube over the condom and lined my cock up to his ass, the molten heat from his body enough to burn through the latex right to my skin.
Looking down to where I sat notched against his hole, time slowed as what I intended to do imprinted itself on my mind with total clarity. I was about to cross a line I could never come back from, choosing to accept a part of myself I never realized existed, had never expected to discover. Gaze traveling along Ash’s body, I memorized every single inch, committing him and this moment to memory—the lithe sinewy muscles of his torso, broad chest, and wide shoulders; the biceps on his arms bulging as he held his legs behind the knees, spreading himself open for me.
But in the end, his face consolidated the image into crystal-clear focus. I looked at the face of a man, not a woman. With his strong jawline covered in light stubble, he was unmistakably male. There’d be no escaping who I was in bed with, and like finding the final piece of a puzzle I’d searched for my whole life, my world clicked into place.
Ash was what I’d been missing. He was who I’d been waiting for.
Gripping him behind the knees and moving forward, I applied pressure and spread him wide open. Using my weight as leverage, I pushed at the ring of muscle with the head of my dick, though I struggled to breach his hole. Even with all the prepping we’d done, his body resisted. “Please,” he begged, “please.” Applying more pressure, I didn’t think it was working, and I worried about hurting him when his sphincter muscles finally relaxed, allowing me to sink into the heated depths of his ass. His inner muscles clamped down tightly around me, sending electric shocks along my shaft and into my balls. My gaze remained glued to my cock sliding out of his body, only to disappear deeper in the next time.
I kept my movements slow, mindful of my size, but it took every ounce of restraint I had. Like last time, when I’d wanted to ram my cock down his throat, it ached to move, to pound.
“God, you’re big,” he moaned as, after a few tries, I’d buried myself in as far in as I could go, my balls resting heavily against the smooth cheeks of his ass. Stilling my motion, I let us both adjust—Ash to my size and me to the sensations bombarding my brain at being surrounded in his overwhelmingly firm grip.
“You need to move,” he rasped, his hands scrunching hold of the sheets, fisting them between his long fingers.
Pulling out until only the tip of my cock remained in his channel, his hole pulsing, not wanting to give me up, I held there for a couple of seconds. Our eyes locked, and I pushed back inside, snapping my hips at the last moment to drive in deep.
“Ngghh,” Ash wailed as my rhythm ignited, instincts taking over as I pumped my hips, thrusting hard, his velvet smooth walls sucking me in deeper and deeper with each glide.
In the past, my partners had struggled to take all of me, and I’d had to moderate my lovemaking to account for their pleasure, never having the chance to fully let go. But with Ash, there was no struggle, no awkwardness, just freedom and absolute pleasure to be me.
My pace increased until there was only us, me drilling into him, and him taking every single inch, pulling me in, urging me on.
Sensations battered my body, powerful, all-consuming, crackling along my nerve endings, obliterating all I’d learned about how two people could be together, sending my pulse rate through the roof, and stopping the air in my lungs. Though fully connected to him, as close as we’d ever be, it wasn’t enough. I yearned to imprint my essence beneath his skin and on his heart, take up residence in his soul and never leave.
“Ash,” I sobbed as emotions I’d never expected to feel broke free, crashing through me in wave after wave. But something bigger, deeper, and far more powerful threatened to engulf me. Explosions of lust and need and burning possession— mine, mine, mine .
Looking down at Ash, his eyes never leaving mine, every one of his emotions were displayed for me to see. The same lust, the same need, the same hunger to be together, and so much more. Trust and love blazed so clearly in his beautiful green eyes I could barely stand to look.
He’d had so few people in his life he allowed to get close, to not hurt him, and to think I was one of them, someone he absolutely trusted, however unworthy I was of that trust, sent a rush of protectiveness surging through me.
And his love, so pure and honest, and so freely offered nearly brought me to my knees.
Trust and love, the two emotions I struggled so hard with after all that had happened to me.
The two things I couldn’t give.
“Mase,” he whined as I powered into him hard, wild, focusing on his pleasure, his need.
This. This I could give him.
Changing my angle for a deeper glide, my cock dragged along his prostrate over and over, sending him ever closer to the edge. I took hold of his dick, so thick and solid, and roughly jerked him off. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…nnngghh.” Inner muscles clamped down so hard around me I struggled to move; then he began shooting and shooting and shooting. Reams of hot and sticky cum plastered his belly, chest, and neck. A few spurts dripped down my fingers. Lifting my hand, I sucked them clean, the need to taste him overpowering.
Continuing to fuck him as he rode out his climax, his taste on my tongue, I desperately wanted to mark him in the most primal of ways. What would he feel like bare? My cum filling his ass, coating his inner walls? The vision so vivid, so real, had my balls drawing up tight as my own climax hurtled through my body.
Pulling out, I ripped off the condom, panting heavily, the urge to plunge back in with no barriers between us clawing at me.
“Yes,” Ash keened. Even through his cum-filled haze, he understood, craved the same closeness as I did. “I got tested last month; I’m clear.”
I’d had my own tests done while in the hospital. “Me too,” I rasped.
He snatched the condom from my grasp and threw it to the floor. “So fill me up. Make me yours.”
A primal and possessive growl erupted from deep in my throat as I forcefully thrust my cock back inside his ass, driving in deep. His silky-smooth walls closed around me, enveloping me in their velvet heat, heightening the pleasure. I held there, vision dimming, painfully hard as my orgasm ripped from deep in my balls and I came hard, filling Ash with my scalding release.
I pulled out and plunged in again, my balls slapping against his ass, pumping the last of my seed into his clenching hole, marking him, owning him, doing as he demanded and making him mine. Bone-deep satisfaction spread throughout my body at the primitive act, knowing he’d forever have a part of me inside him.
If I couldn’t leave him anything else, I’d leave him this.
My hips flexed a few more times, aftershocks racking my frame. Carefully flopping down on top of him, exhaustion sweeping over my aching body, I didn’t care about the mess all over us as Ash’s arms gently enfolded me, pulling me close. We smelled of sweat and sex and cum, a heady mix I inhaled deeply, wanting to stay in the moment forever.
My cock remained as hard as stone, buried in his ass as far as I could go. The sensitized head jerked whenever I moved, releasing the last of my seed. Ash didn’t appear to be in any hurry for me to withdraw, and I didn’t want to either, content to stay connected and close for as long as he’d let me.
“Hey,” he murmured softly. Lifting my head, I stared at his flushed cheeks, glazed eyes and satisfied expression on his face. His arms and legs hugging my body, squeezed me tight, sending trembling shivers along my skin. “You okay?” he asked.
Me?
“More than okay,” I replied and bent, taking his red and swollen lips with mine. Our tongues licking, lips affirming what we’d done together. The kiss soft and tender, the complete opposite of the hunger and frantic activity of minutes ago, and the languid sensuality of the moment annihilated me.
My hips kept moving lazily back and forward of their own accord, my softening cock not ready to give up on its pleasure, on giving Ash pleasure.
“God,” he shuddered, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip. “I could really get used to this.”
Me too.
Sex I could deal with. Sex I could do.
Being with Ash was addictive. My body already craved more, and soon. Like a junkie looking for my next fix, it wouldn’t be long before my dick demanded to be inside him again, getting high on his welcoming body.
He’d said he wanted everything with me, and lying here cradled in his arms I wanted to give him what he’d asked for. But the warnings resounding in my head at how bad it was to get any more attached were screaming for me to listen, and I was—I would—but not today. Today I’d enjoy him, and once reality took over and my head cleared of its lovemaking haze, I’d try to figure out what everything entailed for him, however impossible that might be to give.