Chapter Ten #4
“Fuck,” Ash breathes, his eyes slipping shut as he bottoms out inside me. He drops his forehead against my shoulder, his skin slick and hot. “You feel so good.”
He starts moving immediately. He pulls back, his hips sliding against my thighs, and drives in again in a hungry, eager pace, lacking his usual restraint.
He fucks me with desperate need, pushing deep into my gut, finding that sensitive spot inside me and hitting it over and over.
I moan, my head tossing back on the pillow, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding fill the quiet room.
But as the initial urgency burns off, Ash shifts gears.
He slows down, settling into a smooth, rolling glide.
He sinks in all the way, grinding his pelvis flush against mine, and drags his cock out slowly, letting the sensation build before he pushes back in.
The slower he goes, the deeper it feels.
My toes curl in the sheets, my breath hitching every time he drags over my prostate.
He kisses me again, cupping my face with both hands. He kisses me like he missed me today, taking his time, his tongue exploring my mouth while his hips roll against mine. It feels intimate, pulling me back to earth while the pleasure makes my head spin.
His hands roam all over my body, feeling my skin.
He traces my collarbones, smooths his palms down my ribs, grips my hips, and kneads my thighs.
He touches me like he wants to feel every inch of me, greedy and affectionate at the same time.
He leaves faint, red marks where his grip tightens on my waist, pulling me into every slow thrust.
Ash breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth down my jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my throat. He licks over my sternum, leaving a wet trail across my chest. He finds my left nipple, circling the tight peak with his tongue.
I whimper, my back arching off the mattress as his lips seal over it. He sucks on my nipple, pulling the sensitive flesh into his warm mouth, biting down gentle enough to tease but hard enough to send a spike of electricity shooting down to my groin.
At the same time, his hand drops between our bodies. He wraps his long fingers around my leaking cock, slicking it with the wetness pooling on my stomach. He starts stroking me, matching the smooth, slow thrusts of his hips.
The combination ruins me. He’s fucking me deep, sucking on my chest, and jerking my cock all at once. My mind blurs into a haze of heat and need. My thighs shake, my hands fisting in the sheets beside my head as I chase the feeling.
“Ash,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Ash, please.”
“I know,” he murmurs against my skin, his hot breath fanning over my wet nipple. He sucks harder, his hand pumping faster, his hips driving in deep and staying there, grinding against my prostate. “Let it go for me, Jax. Come for me.”
I can’t hold back. The orgasm hits me like a wave. I let out a loud, helpless moan, my hips jerking up into his hand as I come, shooting cum over his fist and my stomach. My muscles clench tight around his cock, milking him.
Ash groans. He drives his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he can go, and follows me over the edge. I feel the hot rush of his cum spilling inside me, filling me up, spreading a deep, pooling warmth through my belly.
Ash’s chest heaves above me, his skin slick with sweat and hot to the touch. He drops a messy, lingering kiss on the corner of my mouth, panting softly against my cheek before pushing up on his hands.
The wet, squelching sound of him pulling out makes me whine pathetically.
My hips instinctively rock upward, following the loss of pressure, but Ash is already shifting away.
He doesn’t settle down beside me in the sheets though.
Instead, he crawls up my body, dragging his damp thighs over my ribs until his knees plant on the pillows on either side of my head.
He straddles my face, hovering above me.
The view is a lot to take in. Ash looks flushed and gorgeous, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead, his chest rising and falling with his breaths.
But my attention drops to his cock hanging in front of my nose.
He’s still semi-hard, thick and heavily coated in a messy, dripping mix of lube and his own cum.
Ash rests a hand on my chest and looks down at me, his brown eyes dark and hooded. “Open up, Jax. Clean me off.”
The command is soft, wrapped in a warm tone, but it’s still a command. A few days ago, the idea of doing this would’ve made me have a small freak out, but right now, looking up at him after he just fucked me senseless, I don’t even hesitate.
I part my lips, tilting my chin up to meet him halfway. Ash guides himself down, rubbing the thick, sticky head of his cock over my bottom lip before pushing in.
The taste is heavy and musky, salty from the cum, faintly sweet from the lube, and the distinct, earthy flavor of my own hole.
I take him deep, wrapping my lips around the shaft and pulling back to suck the mess off his skin.
I swirl my tongue along the underside, chasing a stray drop of cum before it can drip onto my cheek.
“God, you’re so good at that,” Ash groans, his hips twitching forward to give me better access.
I use my tongue to trace the ridge of the head, licking him thoroughly, getting into every groove and fold.
I suck the remaining slick from the base, swallowing it down without a second thought.
It feels devotional, taking care of him like this, making sure he’s totally clean.
I keep sucking his softening cock, humming around him, until every drop is gone and he tastes like nothing but warm, clean skin.
Ash sighs, his fingers threading through my hair to stroke my scalp. He pulls out of my mouth with a soft pop, leaving my lips wet and shining.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, giving my hair a gentle tug.
He shifts his weight, crawling backward down my body. I let my head fall back onto the pillow, expecting him to lie down next to me, but Ash stops when he’s kneeling between my thighs. He looks down at my stomach, which is still painted with the sticky, white mess of my own orgasm.
“My turn,” Ash says, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.
He leans forward and drops his mouth onto my stomach.
I jump, a startled gasp escaping me at the sudden, wet heat of his tongue dragging across my abs.
He slurps up a thick stripe of my cum, licking it off my skin with broad, flat strokes.
His hair tickles my waist as he works, his mouth hot and eager as he cleans away the mess.
He traces the trail of it down past my navel, sucking it off my skin like it’s the best thing he’s tasted all day.
When he finishes with my stomach, he moves lower. My cock is totally spent, resting flaccid and overly sensitive against my thigh, but Ash doesn’t ignore it. He drags his tongue up the shaft, licking the last sticky traces of cum from the slit.
I let out a shaky breath, my hips bucking slightly. “Ash, wait, I’m too sensitive right there.”
“Just relax,” he hums against my skin, his breath fanning over the damp flesh. “Let me take care of you.”
He wraps his hand loosely around the base and goes back to licking the head.
He swirls his tongue over the most sensitive spots, light and teasing, darting into the slit and lapping at the sides.
I groan, my head tossing on the pillow as a fresh wave of heat pools in my groin.
I honestly didn’t think I had anything left in the tank.
I figured I was done for the night, totally wrung out, but under Ash’s persistent, wet mouth, the blood starts rushing right back.
My cock stirs, thickening in his grip. He chuckles softly, feeling it harden against his palm, and takes it as an invitation to go further.
Ash opens his mouth wide and swallows me down to the base in one smooth slide.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my back arching off the mattress.
He sucks me off slowly, taking his time, making a wet, sloppy sound.
It’s a different rhythm than his fucking.
He bobs his head, using the suction to draw me deep against the back of his throat, letting his lips drag tight over the shaft when he pulls up.
He presses his thumb into the spot right behind my balls, massaging me while his mouth does the work, milking every ounce of feeling out of me.
It’s agonizingly good. The slow, thorough pace builds the pleasure in a heavy, aching way that makes my skin flush all over again. I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair, not pushing him away but holding on for dear life as he wrecks whatever little composure I have left.
“I’m gonna—” I stutter, my breath catching as my hips start jerking up into his face. “Ash, I’m gonna come again.”
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull off. He just hums around my cock and sucks harder, sealing his lips tight and bearing down.
The second orgasm hits me hard, rolling through my body in violent, shuddering waves. I cry out, my grip tightening in his hair as I shoot into his mouth. Ash takes every drop, swallowing thickly, his throat working around my cock as I pump the last of my cum down his throat.
My legs go boneless, my knees falling wide open on the bed. Ash keeps sucking gently through the aftershocks, soothing the hypersensitivity until I’m limp and panting at the ceiling.