Chapter Forty-One #2
Ash sighed, leaning his head against mine. “The main thing is that they’re dead, and we can move on. No more obstacles…” He pulled away again, turning me to face him. “There aren’t any more, right? This is us now.”
I nodded, because even if there were obstacles, I was starting to think that I’d leap over them to get to Ash, every damn time, and I hated that we’d lost those early moments in life that others got to treasure.
The first meeting, the first kiss, the first touch.
All of those things were fucked up by my own confusion, and the hate I’d been born into. By the things we were both forced into.
“This is us, Ash. Always. You think you’re obsessed, but I’m just as bad. I’ll walk through hellfire to get to you, and I’ll never let anyone come between us again.”
“Us against the world, Cal. Us and Ren. So… about this empty house we have right now…”
We both started chuckling, but he made a good point. We could do anything without worrying about Ren walking in on us.
I grabbed Ash’s face in a tight grip and grinned, as his breath left him in a rush.
“What if I want your ass this time, Ash? You gonna bend over and take it?”
He moaned softly, sliding a hand up my chest.
“Fuck, yes. Anything you want, Cal. Literally anything. Just own me. Own my mouth, my ass, all of me. I’m yours.”
I could feel that balance shifting again, where it normally put him in the dominant position, with me following his lead, I could feel that he was giving that control to me this time.
We’d done that once before, and I fucking loved it.
I didn’t want it all the time, but right now it felt like what we both needed.
“Upstairs,” I demanded, pressing my lips firmly against his before I released him.
He grinned widely, and dumped his empty beer bottle on the counter, turning to wiggle his ass cheekily at me before he headed for the stairs. I sipped slowly, resting one hand over my cock as it thickened, stroking it firmly.
We’d had so little time to enjoy each other, and I intended to spend every second I could doing just that.
I set the bottle down, still half full, and headed for the stairs, practically running by the time I reached the top.
The longer Ash was away from me, the more I started to feel like a thread was stretching between us, getting thinner and more fragile by the second.
I didn’t even realise it until I was halfway there.
A sudden moment of panic making me fear that he wouldn’t be there when I reached our room. But he was. Oh hell yes, he was.
He was naked, standing beside the bed, one hand stroking his cock, while the other rested against the bed, almost like he was trying to entice me there.
He didn’t need to do anything to entice me, except exist. He didn’t realise that, but then I’d never told him.
Maybe I’d always made him feel like he wasn’t my first choice, because I’d fought it for so long, but he needed to know. He deserved to know.
“Knees.”
Ash dropped without a word, still stroking himself as I approached. I rested a hand on his head and pressed his cheek against my thigh, sliding my fingers gently through his hair.
“I choose you, Ash. I always chose you, even when I was too cowardly to say it. I will always choose you.”
He shuddered against my thigh, and I let him angle his face up, so he could meet my eyes. There was so much love there in his gaze, so much want and need, but love. I’d seen it before, but could he see the same reflected at him?
“Thank you,” he practically breathed, rubbing his cheek against my thigh, almost catlike behaviour from the man who’d always seemed more like a predator than a pet.
“Our love is forever, Ash. It’ll last long after we’re gone. It’ll always exist.”
He nodded slowly, his eyes looking a little glassy, like tears were forming, but I didn’t want that. Not those kinds of tears.
“Take my cock out,” I said softly, and Ash moved instantly, unzipping my jeans and easing a hand inside to stroke me, before he pushed them down over my ass, and lifted the waist of my boxers over my rigid cock.
He moaned softly as he saw it, his fingers trailing feather-light over my skin.
It felt like a breath rather than a touch.
It made me want his mouth, and I knew he saw that.
“May I?” He asked, and I nodded, biting back a moan as his tongue slid up the length of my cock, before the wet heat of his mouth enveloped the head, and I almost staggered a step at how fucking amazing it felt.
Ash pressed his palms against my thighs, and started sucking me in earnest, and I wanted him to keep doing it. I wanted to live inside that fucking mouth, but the more he teased and sucked, the closer I got to blowing my load, and I didn’t want that happening right now.
“Ash,” I rested a hand on his head again, and his eyes darted up as he deepthroated me. Fuck. Fuck!
“Stop! Ash, back off now.” He slowly eased back, sucking hard as he retreated, and then he knelt in front of me with a cheeky grin on his face. Fucker. He knew he was pushing me. He was baiting me. I reached down and slapped his cheek lightly, and that grin widened.
“You’re pushing me, Ash. Don’t forget how much I hold back, or how rough I could get.”
“Yesss… hurt me, baby. I want it.”
Jesus. He was sent to try me, and I wanted it all. I slapped his face harder, hard enough that it turned his face a little, and he moaned softly.
“Harder.”
This shouldn’t be hot. It shouldn’t be a turn on to hurt the man I love, but looking down at him, I could see he wanted it. Hadn’t he shown before that pain worked for him?
I lifted my hand again and he sighed, tilting his face up for more, but I didn’t feel like giving him what he wanted, because wasn’t this supposed to be about what I wanted?
I reached down and grabbed one of his nipples, pinching tightly, then twisting, as a high pitched yelp left his throat, and yet his back arched into the sensation, aiding me in pulling harder.
“Fuck, yes. I love you, Cal. Give it to me.”
I grabbed his jaw in the other hand, keeping that tight hold on his nipple as I guided him to his feet and toward the bed. He was starting to shiver, and his cock was leaking so much pre-cum, it was making a right mess on the floor, but that didn’t matter right now.
“Want me to fuck you, Ash?”
“Yes! Yes, please!”
“Want me to prep you, or just ream it good and hard while you scream?”
He shuddered, and lashed out, one hand wrapping around my throat and tightening. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and the Ash I was used to reappeared for an instant.
“You better not be playing with me here. Make it hurt, Cal. Make me scream, and beg you to stop, but whatever you do, don’t you fucking stop. You hear me?”
I released his face, slapping his hand away from my throat and used that grip on his nipple, which must have been screaming with pain, to guide him over the bed, releasing him only when he was bent over with his ass up for me.
“Give it to me, Cal.”
I slapped his ass hard. “Shut up and do as you’re told, Ash. This is my show.” My show? What the fuck? That was lame as hell, but he practically sank into the command again, all fire gone as he waited for me to have him.
I slapped his ass again, but already my mind was starting to freak out. I was about to fuck him. I was about to take his ass, and he was ready for it, but was I?
“Please,” he whispered, wiggling it at me, like he thought I needed a reminder of what he was offering. I slapped both cheeks hard and he moaned, rubbing his face against the bedding as his arms weakened. You know what? I can fucking do this.
I grabbed the bottle of lube that he’d kindly placed in reach, and popped it open, pouring a dribble of it down his ass crack, watching it drip down onto the carpet. Did I need more? I had no clue. Clearly I hadn’t watched enough fucking porn.