Chapter 13
Thayer
This shouldn’t have felt this easy.
Ash melted into me.
It took some coaxing, but only because Ash would have happily stayed on his back with me crushing him forever if I’d let him. It took real work to get him cleaned up without protest and under a blanket, cuddled up to me.
But once he did?
It was exactly what I’d been missing.
Ash clung to me in some half-asleep daze, burying his face in my chest with grumbled awareness. He’d let out happy sounds every time I kissed his head, and he was clearly fighting sleep that his body wanted.
“Wait,” he mumbled, words only just barely making sense from him as his hand stiffened on my chest. “You...didn’t,” he managed, dragging his tired hand down my stomach until I caught it, stopping it.
“I’m okay, baby,” I whispered, pulling his hand back up to rest on my chest again.
He tried to fight against me in protest, but one grab of his neck and a soft kiss, and he was my soft baby again–almost asleep, actually.
“Go to sleep,” I said against his lips, kissing him one more time before he finally gave up.
It was sweet that he cared, but he was far too out of it for me to explain that I got plenty from that. I may not have gotten off, but doing that for him and having him respond so easily to me satisfied a part of me that had gone cold and dormant for years now.
Every part of me knew how much worse things just got from doing that, but here I was, still holding him while he slept and admiring the little noises he’d make. I was too in this to even think about stopping now–the only thing that could possibly make me back off now was Ash himself.
If Ash didn’t want this, I’d stop immediately–real people in a D/s relationship knew who was really in charge in their relationship.
Ash slept for quite a while undisturbed, which made a little sense–I’d assumed he didn’t sleep so well last night.
Reed told me before our first road trip about why Ash had to have his own room, so the unsatisfied edge I left him on probably only added to the discomfort in the strange environment.
Honestly, no part of me thought he’d actually fall asleep with me now, which only satisfied me more–he liked this so much that he was rendered soft and vulnerable, just for me.
Ash started to stir around midnight, grumbling and groaning as he tried to pick his heavy head up from my chest in the dark room. “Thayer?” he asked in a breath, his hand fisting in my shirt while he tried to make sense of what was going on around him.
“Right here–shh,” I whispered, covering his tense hand with mine until it relaxed and he resettled. “You okay?”
“Mhhm,” he hummed tiredly, nuzzling his face into my neck and lying more on me than before. “I feel really good,” he mumbled into my skin, making me snicker at his tired haze and how sweet it was coming off. “Thank you.”
Oh, God–he was already so good at some of this stuff that it made my head spin. It was effortless for him, but he was giving me exactly what I needed.
“Of course,” I mumbled, kissing his warm head. His whole body was still overheated, but I chalked that up to his body being so unused to sleeping with another person. “You can go back to sleep, baby–”
“I will,” he mused, tilting his head up to kiss my jaw with no more hesitation. “It feels weird being the only one naked–I’ve never slept naked before.”
“Never?” I asked, scoffing in disbelief because that was how I preferred to sleep, especially at his age. “Here,” I huffed, sitting up and causing a whine from him that I felt deep in my lower stomach.
Quickly, I shed my shirt and tossed it away before kicking off my pants and boxers. I was instantly two degrees cooler, lying back down and wrapping him up in me once more.
I already loved the feel of his soft skin against mine when it was just my hand on his back, but now that it was his whole body?
“Better,” he mumbled, hugging me more and running his hand all over my torso appreciatively. “You smell good,” he sighed with an audible inhale against my neck…but it was a distraction.
He didn’t want me noticing that his hand was sliding further and further down my stomach, past the trail of hair and–
“Ash,” I warned, earning a warm, amused chuckle from him against my neck. “I’m not going to stop you from exploring, so have at it, baby.”
Ash suddenly stiffened, and I knew I'd caught him.
He was banking on my stopping him the way I did earlier. I only stopped him before when he needed to sleep and recover, but he was perfectly in his right mind now.
“You don’t have to–”
“I just don’t know what to do,” he whispered quickly, his stiff hand halted at my belly button, not proceeding or regressing. “I want to, but…I’ve only been with women, so.”
“Just treat it how you like it,” I offered, pressing a slow, soft kiss to his forehead. “Touch it how you like being touched–I’ll stop you if it’s not right.”
There was a learning curve for everyone when it came to sex–he was just having a second one. Most people went through that first one with years of porn or fumbled experiences their first few times with someone–things I assumed Ash had done in his teenage years.
He just had to go through it again now…and I was happy to be his guide.
Ash’s hand twitched to life again, moving lower until it made brushing contact with my tip. I was never the type to find inexperience hot, but Ash wore it well, making his first contact with my shaft a hard and already wet one.
He dragged his fingertips across my pelvic bone, down to the base of my cock, and up my shaft. He was teasing me, and I was learning quickly that he liked teasing himself–I was learning a lot about him from how he was touching me.
When he finally started giving me more than teasing, I was in.
Maybe it was the buildup from wanting him, or maybe it was just him, but simply jerking me off felt better than it ever had. His rough hands and firm hold on me had me gripping the sheets and his shoulder for dear life.
“Can I watch?” Ash asked suddenly, his breath hot on my cheek. I moaned out something close to a yes and reached over to my nightstand, clicking on the lamp as he pulled back the covers.
Ash was just…fuck.
His face was flushed, and his mouth was slightly agape, staring at his hand and the way it was driving me crazy.
He was so pretty in the dim light, golden hair and wide, crystal eyes that were equal parts curious and hungry.
Ash licked his lip, and I swore I almost came on the spot.
“Can I?” he trailed off, finally looking up at me.
“I’m already close, baby,” I managed, petting his hair back and fighting off the groans that wanted to pour from my mouth.
“That wasn’t a no,” he hummed, kissing my chest and trailing down to my hip.
Part of me wanted to tell him that I would never say no to him, but it would be a lie.
In fact, based on his attitude that I already knew well, I would probably be saying no to him constantly.
Ash moved his face close to my shaft, hesitantly sticking out his tongue and licking a tentative strip up my tip. His hand slowed, dragging this torture out, but I wanted to let him play–let him explore.
This was new for him, and though I’d give him as much opportunity as he could ever want, I could last a little longer right now for him.
“Just do what you like,” I reminded him breathlessly, dropping a hand to his soft hair and scratching his head gently.
He nodded, licking a long strip up the underside of my shaft before closing his mouth around my tip. I had to bite my tongue to stop from groaning out, squeezing my eyes shut because I couldn't see him taking me down inch by inch like that.
Ash passed halfway, and I kept waiting for the gag that said he'd met his limit, but it never came. His nose brushed my skin, and his lips formed around my base perfectly–he only came off me because he needed to breathe.
Not to stroke my own ego, but my dick wasn’t small. I knew it wasn’t even average-sized–it was well over eight inches.
Ash shouldn’t have been able to do that so easily.
Not without practice, at least.
“How did you...” I trailed off, half sitting up and petting his hair, a smile growing on his face.
No.
A smirk.
“I don’t have a gag reflex,” he hummed, heavy eyes falling back on his torturous hand, stroking me closer again.
“Found out when I was seventeen–I was hammered, and my friends and I needed to sober up before we went home.
They could all make themselves throw up, but no matter what I did, I couldn't trigger it.”
Ash grew a lot of confidence in that moment–maybe it was my inability to keep my groan quiet now. I felt the tightening of my muscles and the pressure build inside me–I needed to cum, and soon.
“I remember even thinking then that it was a real shame I wasn’t gay,” he teased, flashing playful eyes back up at me.
Tomorrow I could take advantage of that feature.
My hand fisted in his hair, my body giving up and releasing the built-up pressure with a loud groan, painting my own stomach.
It was satisfying to my core–I hadn’t cum that hard in so long, and Ash was eating up every second of the show.
Ash’s hand slowed, massaging the last few waves of pleasure out of me with a slow kiss on my lips. I was out of it and still coming down when he released me, bringing his hand up to his mouth curiously, and taking a lick.
He lingered for a second on the taste, his face scrunching a little bit before resting his hand on my messy stomach again. “Well, I’m not against tasting it again, but I definitely wouldn't say it tastes good.”
“No one actually thinks it tastes good,” I breathed, leveling out a little more. “It’s a lie you say in bed–precum's the only thing that tastes decent–tastes like you.”
“I agree,” he mumbled, whining when I finally moved out of his grasp to clean off my stomach–I was exhausted now. I ran a clean washcloth across my stomach, tossing it into the laundry, only to find an irritated face on Ash when I returned.
“That’s what I felt after?”
“What?”
“On my stomach,” he huffed, gesturing at the laundry. “I was on like cloud nine or whatever and felt literal sandpaper covered in ice on my stomach after–”
“Okay,” I laughed, settling back in bed with him again. “It was room temperature, and I’ve never thought about how rough it might feel. It’s been a very long time since I had someone in subspace around me–I forgot how sensitive you get.”
“What? What’s that?”
Oh God–this kid was going to kill me.