Chapter 16 #2
“Open your mouth,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady.
He obeys and sticks out his perfect pink tongue. Fuck, it’s a beautiful sight.
I stroke my cock and draw back the foreskin. Ashton tracks every movement with intense focus. His own jeans bulge at the crotch, the print of his dick straining through the fabric, suffocatingly tight.
“Tap my thigh if you want to stop at any point, okay?” I say, guiding my dick toward his mouth.
He nods.
I inhale a deep breath. “Kiss the tip.”
He hesitates for a second before leaning forward and pressing his pillowy lips to the head’s velvety skin. I shudder at the contact, tightening my grip in his hair. He trails kisses across the tip, lapping his tongue like he’s trying to get used to the taste.
“So good,” I praise. “Now try sucking the head.”
Ashton’s lips part as he takes me into his mouth, surrounding me with a wet heat that has me seeing stars behind my eyelids. He suckles slowly and with no real finesse. It’s sloppy and awkward but inexplicably perfect.
At first, his face is twisted uncomfortably, but then his expression softens. His eyes flutter shut as he slides his tongue around my girth, lips stretching around it. It’s like he’s in a trance, hypnotized by the feeling of my cock in his mouth.
Dick-notized.
“That’s it,” I whisper, stroking his hair. “Can you take me deeper?”
He hesitates for a moment before leaning forward, taking another inch, and then another. His eyes glimmer with tears, drool spilling from the corners of his lips, dribbling down his chin. When my tip hits the back of his throat, he gags.
“You okay?” I ask, voice edged with panic.
He meets my gaze, and—oh. He looks wrecked in the best way possible. Cheeks flushed, eyes damp, his own cock hard and bulging in his pants. I study the sight like I’m trying to engrave it in my brain for safekeeping.
Instead of replying, he starts sucking me in earnest. He wraps one hand around the base, stroking up to meet his mouth, the other cradling my balls. I lean back against the bar, squeezing the edge of the countertop to ground myself.
I take a few slow, even breaths as his tongue rolls along my length, teasing the head and dipping into the slit. My hand glides across his cheek, stroking it softly. His eyes flutter shut at the touch, a low moan tearing from his throat that sends vibrations around my cock.
I’m captivated by the sight of Ashton Tremblay on his knees for me—beautiful and unguarded, stripped of his usual tension and shyness. For the first time, I see the sinful side of him, soft and eager, quietly aching to please.
My balls are drawn tight, my orgasm building inside me at an alarming rate. Admittedly, it’s a while since I last hooked up with someone.
“Ash,” I croak, hips stuttering. “I’m close.”
Ashton pulls off with a wet pop, his lips reddened and glistening. He replaces his mouth with his hand and lets me fuck his fist. He stares at my cock sliding against his palm like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, eyes glassy.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan, pleasure slamming through me.
I release with a strangled moan, come shooting across Ashton’s fingers as he works me through my orgasm. He swipes through the mess and pumps my length in slow, steady strokes. My grip tightens on the bartop until I’m a trembling, moaning mess, struggling to hold myself up.
“Ash.” I huff, slumping back against the bar. “Holy shit.”
He sobers in an instant, like someone jolted awake from a trance. Panic and realization flicker across his face as he pushes to his feet, his knees cracking with the movement. I pass him a rag, and he takes it without a word, cleaning my release from his hands while refusing to meet my gaze.
Exhaling a shaky breath, I tuck myself back into my pants and try to compose myself.
“That was—wow. Incredible,” I admit.
He gulps. “Really?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
I study his face, searching for any trace of regret, but I don’t find it. What I see instead is uncertainty. It makes my stomach curdle.
“You did good, Ash,” I assure him.
I can’t explain it, but something tells me he doesn’t hear praise very often. I see the way he leans into it, how badly he needs the affirmation. My suspicion is confirmed when a small, shy smile breaks across his face, the kind that makes my heart ache.
I step closer, cupping his face and coaxing him to look down at me. He worries his bottom lip, already red and bitten, his jaw clenched tight. When I trace my thumb along his jawline, the tension eases; his expression softens, lashes fluttering. I lean in, nuzzling his ear.
“Can I return the favor?” I ask.
His breath stutters. “Y-yeah.”
I grab his shoulders and pin him against the bar, pressing my mouth to his. He lets me take control and explore his mouth with my tongue. His fingers thread into my hair, tugging me closer. When I grab his face, his jaw is smooth and hairless, lingering with the scent of his aftershave.
“You’re so fucking handsome,” I growl into the kiss. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.”
Ashton shudders and grinds his crotch against me. “Please, touch me.”
He sounds so pretty when he begs.
My lips travel down his neck, gently nipping at the skin. He lets out a quiet whimper and bucks his hips helplessly. Christ, he’s eager. I fucking love it.
I palm his erection through his jeans, the hard bulge twitching against my grip. His pulse hammers under my lips as I kiss down his throat. I fumble with the button of his jeans for a moment, stretching out the moment to tease him.
When I finally sink to my knees, he lets out a quiet gasp of relief. I tug his pants down to his ankles and mouth at his arousal, my breath blowing hot against his black briefs. His grip tightens in my hair, tugging with desperation.
Deciding to take pity on him, I shove down his underwear and marvel at his cock. It’s a beautiful dick, long and flushed, with a bulging vein that wraps around the length. I lean in and kiss the tip, tasting the salty bead of precome built up at the slit.