15. Ash
ASH
“Fuck.”
It’s been a shit day.
My nan moved a lot of stuff over to my mum and dad’s when she came to live with them, but her bungalow still needs clearing out. Not that I was much help, with my arm still out of action.
I wanted to be there, though, with everyone.
Still sucked.
My house keys slip through my fingers after I pull them out of my pocket, falling on the ground with a clatter. “Fuck’s sake.” I rest my head on the door and close my eyes, needing a moment.
Before I can bend to retrieve them, they’re whisked off the concrete.
Despite everything, I smile because I know who it is. “You’re early.”
He’s behind me now. “I could be anyone. You’ve not even looked.”
“I don’t need to. I recognise your aftershave and your voice.” And I felt it, but I’m not about to say that.
He steps closer, bracketing me in so his front is flush with my back. Even with layers between us, the heat of his body seeps through. It’s so fucking nice, I can’t help but tip my head back against his shoulder. “Open the door.”
There’s a second’s hesitation before he slides the key he picked up into the lock. He doesn’t turn it though.
“Not tonight.” I wrap my hand around his. “Please.” I don’t have it in me to play our usual game of pretending he doesn’t want to come in when we both know he does.
His nose brushes the side of my neck. I feel his chest expand as he inhales, then the soft brush of warm air as he breathes out. “Okay.” It’s whisper-soft, like a caress. Then his hand turns under mine and the lock clicks open.
He follows me inside, gently pushing the door shut behind us. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” Quite the fucking opposite. “I’d like to forget.”
We’re still standing close together, not touching anymore until he slides an arm around my waist and eases me back against him again.
“I can help you do that.” He kisses my neck, starting at the base of my throat and working his way up.
It’s a slow exploration of my skin: the brush of his lips and stroke of his tongue send sparks dancing up my spine, but it’s the soft scrape of teeth that pulls a moan out of me.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him room to work, and the sound he makes is raw and feral. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a warning bell goes off, but it’s drowned out by the heavy thud of my heart. My blood rushing through my veins as he drives me wild with his mouth.
I’m so turned on, I’m tempted to shove a hand down my trousers and get myself off like this.
I push back into him, gasping at the solid line of him pressing into my arse, and give up pretending that I’m not a desperate writhing mess for him.
“Jesus.” I’m two seconds away from begging him to touch my cock, when he lifts me clean off the floor, with just his arm around my waist, and whisks me through the living space to my bedroom door.
I’m stunned into silence. “What the fuck?” Okay, maybe not total silence, but come on. I’m a fairly big bloke and he just picked me up and moved me like I weighed nothing.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, mouth back on my neck. “We were taking too long.”
“You could’ve asked me to move.”
“Not exactly thinking with my brain right now.”
Well, me neither.
He needs a free hand to open the door, so he has to put me down. Doesn’t let go of me though, and I like it more than I thought I would.
Being manhandled.
I’d like to return the favour when I have two working hands.
His mouth is back on my neck, and I’m starting to think he’s got a thing for it. “As hot as this is, there are other places you can kiss if you want.”
His startled laughter makes me grin. Makes me all warm inside, knowing I did that.
“Noted.”
Before I can say anything else, he spins me round, picks me up again and deposits me on the bed, none too gently either.
It’s me who laughs now as I bounce a little. “You told me I had to be careful with this.” I hold up my wrist.
“Did you hurt it?”
“No.”
He smirks. “There you go then.”
Before I can reply, he drops to his knees and begins to undress me, effectively shutting me up. First shoes, then socks. He slides his hands up my thighs, bypassing the bulge in my jeans to reach for the button, then the zip.
“Tease,” I grumble, but there’s no heat to it.
We both know how much I’m enjoying this.
My breath hitches as his fingers brush against my stomach, then he slowly eases my jeans down my legs and off.
He sits back, gaze roaming over me full of heat and longing.
It’s a lot, being the sole focus of his attention, but also one of the best things I’ve ever experienced.
He reaches for my T-shirt next, pushing it slowly upward, eyes never leaving mine. He takes more care than I’m expecting. Easing it over my good arm first, then my head, before gently working it over my brace.
It’s this that catches me off guard.
A sudden lump in my throat. Tears I have to blink rapidly to get rid of.
I don’t know why the fuck it hits me as hard as it has, but there’s no hiding it from him. He sets my T-shirt on the bed, then cradles my jaw with both hands. “It’s okay.” He wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “Today was hard.”
I frown. “How do you know?”
“We’ve always got eyes on you. You know that.”
To be honest, I’d forgotten. If it’s not him watching me, then I’m not interested. And I’m not interested in talking either. “Take your clothes off.” It’s rough, a little broken, but Callum nods once, then stands.
He kicks his shoes off, then removes his jeans and underwear in one go. He’s quick, efficient as he undresses, but he moves with such fluid grace, it’s hypnotic. Tattoos cover a lot of his body; between those and the lean muscles on display, I’m spoilt as to where to look first.
My mouth is dry, pulse racing as he climbs onto the bed. It feels predatory, and all that does is make me want this more.
“Lie down,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna make you forget.”
Yes.
Please.
I do as he says, holding my breath as I wait to see how he plans to do that. The anticipation has my nerves strung tight, excitement a steady thrum throughout my body.
He starts at my thighs.
Strong hands span the width of them, warm and sure. His thumbs trace the line where my thighs meet my groin, and my cock hardens like it’s there he’s touching and not inches away.
He lowers his head, nose following the path his thumbs travelled as he breathes deep. A low grumble escapes him. I feel it across my skin, the vibrations sinking into my bones.
The first brush of his lips makes my breath hitch. A soft kiss to the base of my cock.
That one small area of contact is like electricity in my veins.
He trails more kisses up the length of me, then opens his mouth and takes me inside. Slow, easy, like he’s got all the time in the world and I’m not seconds away from coming.
I grit my teeth, thinking terrible, terrible things, until I’m not in danger of ending this too soon.
He laughs, like he can read my mind.
Maybe he can, because he backs off long enough for me to calm down, and then sucks me deep.
Jesus Christ.
I fall back against the pillow, eyes dropping closed as he takes me apart with his mouth and his tongue. It’s the hottest blowjob I’ve ever experienced.
It’s like I feel him everywhere, not just the places he’s touching.
His fingers trail back between my arsecheeks, searching. They’re slick with lube—I have no idea when that happened—and I’m already nodding when his fingers pause, asking permission.
“Yes. Touch me. Please.”
My groans fill the room as he stretches me open, finding the spot inside that has me arching off the bed.
My world narrows to Callum’s mouth on my cock and his fingers inside me.
If his goal was to make me forget everything, then he fucking succeeded.
The only thought in my head right now is more.
More, more, more.
“Fuck me.” I reach down and grab his hand, making sure he understands what I’m asking. “I need you to fuck me, Callum.”
He freezes.
Body going absolutely stock still.
He lifts his head to meet my eyes. “I can’t.”
That pulls me out of my sex haze. “Why?”
“I fucking want to.” His head drops to my hip, warm breath washing over me, and I groan again, my cock aching with need. “You have no idea how much.”
“Pretty sure I do.”
When he meets my eyes for the second time, he looks desperate, a mix of emotions washing over his face too fast for me to interpret. “I can’t fuck you, Ash. Not until you know everything.”
“I don’t care.”
“You should.”
I shake my head. “I don’t give a fuck what secret you have over in that compound of yours, whatever illegal shit you’re involved in.” Maybe I should, like he said, but I just don’t have it in me to care right now.
“Ash—”
“No.” I sit up and grab his jaw this time. “I. Don’t. Care.”
His nostrils flare as I reach out and stroke him this time. He’s hard and thick in my grasp. My belly clenches as I imagine him inside me. “This is between us. Just us. I want this.” I lick my lips; he tracks the movement. “If you don’t, that’s okay.”
“I do, but—”
“No.” I put my other hand over his mouth. “Just us.”
I feel the moment he makes his decision.
His hand slides down over my stomach and wraps around my cock. I gasp as he starts to stroke me.
“Is that a yes?”
Feels like a yes.
So much like a yes that I’m already thrusting into his fist. He growls again; it sends a shiver down my spine. “Cal?” I’m verging on desperate here.”
“No.”
Before my mind can decode that, he leans down and whispers in my ear. “You can fuck me.”
Oh. Ooh.
I never considered that was on the table.
He finds the lube again while I’m still adjusting to this turn of events. When he straddles my hips and looks down at me, I almost swallow my tongue.
Callum is all smooth, lean muscle. He radiates a controlled strength that maybe I should be frightened of, but I’m not. What I am is incredibly turned on.
He leans down until we’re almost nose to nose, the smell of the forest somehow clinging to him even in here. “Do you want to fuck me, Ash?”