Chapter Six #3
Ash chuckles against my pelvis, before he finally wraps his fingers around the base of my stiff cock.
He licks up the length of my shaft, a long, wet stroke that pulls a gasp from my lips.
It feels familiar now, a sensation I learned to crave just last night.
The glide of his lips over the head, the gentle suction as he takes me deeper into his mouth, it all feels incredibly good.
I let my head fall back against the pillows, my eyes fluttering shut.
I focus on the wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue swirls around the sensitive skin just below the ridge, drawing ragged breaths into my lungs.
I think I know where this is going. I’m ready for it. I expect him to pick up the pace, to bob his head faster and edge me closer to the cliff.
Instead, Ash pulls off my cock with a wet pop. The cool air hits my damp skin, leaving me whining in protest.
Before I can ask him what he’s doing, his hands wrap around my knees. He nudges my legs further apart, pushing them up and bending my knees toward my chest. I blink my eyes open, confused, trying to lift my head to see what’s happening.
Then I feel the sudden, shocking heat of his breath against my hole.
I jolt like I’ve been shocked. My body goes rigid, muscles locking up in a blind panic. I make a startled, undignified squeak and try to scramble backward, trying to push my legs down.
“Wait,” I gasp, my face burning so hot it feels like I’m sitting too close to a bonfire.
Ash doesn’t let me retreat. His hands slide from my knees down to my thighs, gripping the muscle with steady pressure. He leans up just enough to look me in the eye, his blonde hair messy, his lips slick with my pre-cum.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “You’re okay, Jax. Just relax.”
“I … you…” I stutter, my brain struggling to process the vulnerability of the position. I’m exposed, spread wide open for him, and the intimacy of it is terrifying. I didn’t even know guys actually did this outside of porn, let alone guys like Ash.
Ash strokes his thumbs over the trembling muscles of my inner thighs. “Don’t fight it. Let me make you feel good.”
He waits, keeping his hands warm and firm on my skin until my panicked breathing starts to slow down. I stare at the ceiling, swallowing dryly. I promised I would trust him. I agreed to this.
I force my shoulders to drop into the mattress, letting my knees fall open a little wider. “Okay.”
Ash rewards me with a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh. Then he lowers his head again.
The first touch of his tongue makes me flinch. It’s shockingly wet, tracing the sensitive pucker of flesh with a flat, broad stroke. I squeeze my eyes shut, a fresh wave of embarrassment flooding my system, but the embarrassment doesn’t last. The sensation is too overwhelming, too focused.
He licks me with long, slow laps, up and down the cleft of my ass.
My toes curl. A whine builds in the back of my throat.
Ash swirls his tongue in teasing circles, pressing the wet muscle against my tight ring, coaxing the skin to soften.
The taboo of it, the filthiness of having another man’s face buried between my cheeks, clashes wildly with how outrageously good it feels.
My hips twitch upward to press closer to his mouth. Ash takes the invitation. He parts his lips and sucks gently, drawing the sensitive flesh into his mouth. I let out a loud, embarrassing moan, my hands flying up to cover my face.
Ash hums against me, his breath hot and damp. He licks a steadily, working his tongue over the tight knot until my muscles finally stop fighting him and begin to slacken.
Then, he pushes his tongue inside.
The intrusion is a slick, shocking pressure.
He slips past the entrance, probing the sensitive walls, and my nervous system lights up like a switchboard.
My mouth falls open, a string of messy, broken sounds spilling out of me.
I don’t want the others to hear me, don’t want Ryker or Aiden sitting in the living room listening to me fall apart.
I bite down hard on the heel of my own hand to muffle my voice, my teeth sinking into my skin as Ash thrusts his tongue deeper.
He eats me out with a ravenous kind of patience, exploring the tight stretch of my hole like it’s his favorite meal. He licks, swirls, and pushes inward, getting me sloppy and wet.
I writhe on the bed, my head thrashing side to side. My cock is rock hard, twitching against my stomach, leaking clear fluid, but Ash doesn’t even touch it. He doesn’t need to. The pleasure pooling in my insides is enough to make my vision swim.
Before I can brace myself, Ash slides a slicked finger inside me alongside his tongue.
I gasp against my hand, my back arching.
The stretch is sudden and foreign, a blunt pressure filling me up.
Ash keeps his tongue busy, licking around his finger, making the intrusion feel smoother, wetter.
He strokes the inner walls, pressing outward, stretching me gently.
He murmurs praises against my skin, telling me I’m doing so well, telling me how good I taste, how pretty I look opened up for him.
He slides a second finger in. I whine, my hips squirming, feeling so full. Ash pushes in to the knuckles, then pulls back out, establishing a slow, sliding pace.
Then, he curls his fingers upward.
He hits that spot deep inside me. A jolt of pleasure shoots up my spine. My jaw unhinges, the heel of my hand slipping from my mouth as I let out a loud, breathless cry.
Ash notices the reaction immediately. He curls his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot, dragging his slick digits over the bundle of nerves.
“Ah! Ash, fuck—” I sob, my hands flying down to grip the sheets.
“You like that?” Ash asks, his voice rougher, breathless. He hits the spot again, harder this time.
My hips buck wildly. The pleasure is blinding, a tidal wave of sensation that drowns out every thought in my head.
I’m helpless, pinned under his hands, my body reactingon instinct.
He pumps his fingers inside me, hitting that internal button over and over, while his thumb rubs a slick circle around my entrance.
I don’t even get a chance to reach for my cock. The tension in my groin snaps like a wire.
I come without warning, a harsh, jagged gasp tearing out of my throat as my back bows off the bed.
Hot spurts of cum shoot from my untouched cock, painting my stomach in messy, white ropes.
My thighs tremble violently, my toes pointing as wave after wave of climax wrecks me.
It feels different from jerking off, deeper, hollower, leaving me feeling like my soul just left my body.
Ash keeps his fingers buried inside me, holding them steady against my prostate while my internal muscles clench and spasm around them. He strokes my sides, smoothing his hands over my ribs, waiting for the tremors to pass.
“So good,” Ash whispers, pulling his fingers free with a wet slide. “You took that so well, Jax. Beautiful.”
I gasp for air, my chest heaving, my limbs feeling like they’ve been turned to liquid. I can barely keep my eyes open.
Ash crawls up my body, his weight shifting onto the mattress beside me. I feel the warm slip of his tongue against my stomach. He licks up the messy splatters of my cum, cleaning my skin with slow strokes. I shiver, too exhausted to feel embarrassed about the mess I made.
He finishes cleaning my stomach, then slides all the way up until his face hovers over mine. His eyes are dark, his breathing just as ragged as mine.
He leans down and captures my lips in a deep, bruising kiss.
I open my mouth for him, parting my lips on a tired sigh, and taste my own climax on his tongue.
The musky, salty flavor of my cum mixes with the lingering taste of mint.
It’s filthy and incredibly intimate, a boundary crossed that I can never walk back from.
I kiss him back, my tongue sliding against his, accepting the taste, accepting all of it.
Ash pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against mine, his hand tangling in my hair.
“See?” he murmurs, a soft, satisfied smile curves his lips. “Nothing to be scared of.”
Ash leans back on the mattress and strips off his boxer briefs, tossing them to the floor.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes, still catching my breath, my limbs loose and buzzing from the orgasm.
He’s hard, his cock curving up against his stomach, flushed and swollen.
He’s not as intimidating as Ryker was, but he’s not small either, and the sight of him fully erect sends a complicated rush of want and anxiety spiraling through me.
He reaches for the nightstand drawer, pulls out the bottle of lube, and squeezes it into his palm. I watch him slick himself up, his hand gliding over his shaft in long, slow strokes, his breath hitching softly. His cock glistens under the lamplight, slippery and wet.
Then he shifts closer, nudging my thighs apart again.
He drizzles more lube over his fingers and reaches between my legs.
The cool gel against my already sensitive hole makes me flinch, but he’s thorough, coating me until I’m dripping, his fingers sliding over and around my entrance with easy, frictionless passes.
“I’m not going to use a condom,” Ash says calmly. His eyes find mine, holding steady. “You need to get used to being filled for real. Skin on skin. We all get tested regularly, so there’s nothing to worry about on our end.” He pauses, his clean hand resting on my knee. “Are you clean?”
I nod, my throat dry. “Yeah. I’ve only been with a couple girls and I got checked before I left Salt Lake.”
Ash nods, satisfied. He wipes his hand on the sheets and positions himself between my legs, curling one hand beneath my left knee and easing it up toward my chest. The position opens me up, tilts my hips, and I feel the blunt, slick head of his cock nudge against my hole.
This is it. This is really happening.