23. Let Someone Else Do It for Once
There was no more talking.
No more questioning.
No more anything but Ash’s mouth on mine.
With a frantic desperation that built my ego even as it was mirrored in my own kiss, he rolled me to my back and covered my body with his. My tee was up and off, our mouths barely separating to let it past. He cupped my breasts in his large hands. I had a fleeting thought that he might be disappointed in their small size, but the way he eagerly dropped his mouth to tease my nipples said he liked them just fine.
As good as it felt—especially when he held a hardened peak between his teeth and flicked his tongue like he’d done to my clit—I could only take so much. I was empty. I ached. I needed more.
I pushed his shoulders, but he just bit harder and made me gasp.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you need?” he asked, trailing his tongue between my breasts to lick and kiss my neck. His beard teased the sensitive skin there.
“You.”
“Fuck yeah, you do.” Ash went onto his knees. “Take my cock out.”
Like downstairs, if I wanted it, Ash made me prove it.
My hands shook as I pushed his shorts down. His hard-on sprang free, and the apprehension I’d felt at the idea of his size grew to fear at the reality of it.
Logically, I knew the human body was made to do miraculous things. Stretch and all that. But there had to be limits to its capabilities.
And Ash’s massive cock would definitely push those limits.
Terrifyingly intimidating or not… I couldn’t wait.
I reached out to touch it, but fingers wrapped around my wrist and held it away. My confused gaze shot to Ash. “You said I could touch you.”
“Not right now,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “I’m already gonna come embarrassingly fast. If you touch me, there’s a good chance it’ll be your hand covered in my cum before I even get inside you.” He took a ragged breath. “That’s still a possibility.”
His cum on my skin didn’t sound so bad. For a different time. Not right then.
Right then, I wanted him in me.
Which was why I let out a distressed noise when he started moving down the bed.
“Hush, baby. It’s going to hurt, and I’m sorry I can’t take that away. But I can get you wet to help.”
“I’m already wet,” I said.
“Wetter.”
Ash’s skilled tongue speared into me, fucking my pussy while his thumb stroked my clit. My hips rocked, pressing myself against his hand. Against his face. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build.
Close.
Almost.
Nooo.
Just as I was about to shatter, Ash stopped. Switched. Using his lips and teeth and tongue, he played with my clit. His thick finger inched into me. Hardly anything, but it twinged already.
I don’t think I can do this.
Ash bit down hard before sucking. That burst of pain and pleasure melded with the added pain of his finger filling me completely. He crooked it, hitting a spot that made my eyes close.
Or maybe my vision flickered out.
I have to do this.
He removed his finger, only to plunge two back in.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“No, not God,” he said against me, the vibration of his words adding to the sensory onslaught. “Daddy.”
I was right back on the edge. Teetering. My heart slammed as if I leaned over a cliff and stared down into the nothingness that awaited me.
My body was ready to leap.
But Ash stopped.
That time my protest wasn’t a distressed noise. It was a growled threat. “If you don’t let me finish, I’m going to die.”
His chuckle rumbled against me as he lapped at my pussy while his thumb lightly teased my clit. Both were light. Too light.
“Or kill you. Probably both,” I said.
“Told you, I have to get you ready.”
“I’m ready. I don’t think I could get more ready. I’ve been ready since I turned around and saw you for the first time at Moonlight.”
Ash’s big body froze. After a long moment, he moved to cover me again. My legs spread to accommodate him, and his cock pressed against me. He thrust, coating himself in my slick arousal before shifting back to fist his cock.
My mouth went dry.
Another thing for a different time.
Positioning the head at my entrance, he didn’t stop to talk. Or ask if I was sure. There was no reason for it, and I was relieved he didn’t prolong my torture.
He switched to a different kind.
With more control than I had, he went achingly slow as he pressed in. Barely any of his length. Just the tip.
I already felt full.
Holding his weight off me with one hand, he used the other to pin my pelvis in place as he rocked into me. Easing in inch by way too many inches.
My breaths hissed between my clenched teeth, though they did no good. I felt like I was breathing too much yet somehow not enough. My vision blurred, and I closed my eyes as I fought to hold the tears back with sheer will.
One fell anyway.
“Look at me.”
I forced my lids open.
Ash’s hazel eyes seared into me as he thrust deeper. Dipping down, he didn’t wipe my tear away. He trailed his tongue over it before taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. When I couldn’t do more than pant through the burn of being torn in two, he moved his hand from my hip to hold my jaw open so he could continue taking.
My mouth.
My body.
My virginity.
My everything.
His fingers squeezed my cheeks to the point of pain. It distracted my focus from the fiery stretch as he gave one last forceful thrust.
He muffled my choked whimper with his kiss, and more tears spilled down my cheeks.
Ash didn’t keep thrusting, even gently. Planted fully inside me, he froze with his forehead pressed to mine and his eyes closed. Our heavy breaths were the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
After a minute, something started to change. The ache was still there. The burn of being stretched so completely. But something else began to mix with it. A lining of pleasure to soften the jagged edges of pain.
Tentatively, I lifted my pelvis.
Ash’s grip tightened. “Gimme a second, baby. I’m barely holding on, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
The lining of pleasure grew a little thicker as a restless energy tingled through my body like I had energy drink flowing through my veins. “If you don’t start moving, it’s going to hurt worse.” That time when I undulated, it wasn’t tentative. “For you.”
Placing both palms to the mattress on either side of my head, Ash lifted to stare down at me as he slid out so only the tip remained. My pussy spasmed around him, though I didn’t know whether it was trying to push him out or pull him deeper in.
I wrapped my legs around his and tried to get him back. I needed him back. I knew I’d regret it later. That the discomfort would be bad.
But I didn’t care.
I didn’t want to go slow enough for my self-doubt to push in. For me to overthink my inexperience and panic at whether I was messing up. I finally had Ash, and I wanted him to fuck me with the same desperation I felt.
He read my mind—or maybe just my body—and plunged in.
Fast.
Hard enough to shift me up the bed.
I cried out, but that only spurred him on.
Setting a brutal pace, Ash fucked me. I didn’t have to wonder if I was doing the right thing because there was nothing I could do besides take what he gave. How he gave it.
And the way he watched me, his eyes blazing, said that was the exact right thing to do.
The orgasm he’d given me on the table had been the best in my life. The pleasure he’d stoked with his hands and mouth to prepare me might’ve been even better if he’d allowed them to happen.
But none of it compared to what was building right then. His cock and the sheer desire in his eyes worked together to drive my need higher.
Higher.
So high, I didn’t think I’d survive the fall.
But Ash wasn’t done.
Going up on his knees, the angle he hit changed, and my lids drifted close. My head dropped back as my neck arched.
I won’t survive this.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Ash praised roughly. Fisting my hair, he forced me to lift my head to look down at our connection. To watch as his thick cock stretched me. As he pulled inch after inch out, just to slam back in and fill me again. “Look how well you take me.”
I won’t survive without this.
I didn’t just fall.
I plummeted.
Each nerve ending in my body seemed to have developed their own nerve endings, and all of them were lit up in the bliss that tore through me.
“Fuck,” Ash grunted, his already brutal pace increasing until he lost any semblance of a rhythm. It was just raw power and base instinct as he fucked me through my orgasm and his own.
It was enough to send me over another cliff I hadn’t even seen coming.
He gave me his weight as he kissed me with everything he had. It stole the breath I barely had. When he ripped himself away, it wasn’t to go far. His hands stroked my sweaty hair back, his sharp gaze scanning me.
At whatever he saw, a dimpled smile split his face.
I smiled, too.
Right until he slid out of me.
The pleasurable pain swapped to a pained pleasure, and I inhaled through my teeth. My eyes went wide as his cum—so much of it—dripped out of me.
Before I could voice my panic, my gaze shot to Ash to find his eyes already aimed there. Only it wasn’t panic that filled his expression.
It was raw lust and primal satisfaction.
I pulled my lip between my teeth and held my words in as I fought to close my legs.
He didn’t allow it. Hands to my thighs, he spread them wider until more leaked out to slide down to my ass.
I had no clue how it was possible, but his cock jerked, and my pain was forgotten.
For a second.
“Don’t move,” Ash said as he stood and walked from the room.
Despite the order, I was uncomfortably aware that I needed to go get cleaned up. After pulling on the tee that’d been tossed to the side, I climbed out of bed, but when the ache turned into a sharp stab, I had to pause to steady myself.
“Camila Price, what the fuck did I say?” Ash bit out.
I spun as he stormed across the room. “You don’t have to use my full name.”
“I do when you’re not listening to me.” He set a glass of water on the nightstand and moved into my space until I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes. “What did I say?”
“Not to move, but I have to, uh, clean up.”
“That’s Daddy’s job.” He lifted me and set me back on the bed.
“You don’t have to use my full name or move me,” I amended. “I can do it myself.”
He shot me a look somewhere between a warning and amusement. “That is something you will have to get used to because I like moving you where I want you.” Heat infused his expression to mix with the other two as he swiped a warm, damp cloth between my thighs. “A lot.”
Truth be told, I also liked it, so I didn’t say anything else. Not about that, at least. I tried to close my legs. “I can clean myself.”
That look was all warning, and I let my legs fall open. “You’re lucky I don’t spank your ass. You could’ve hurt yourself.”
I wanted to roll my eyes at his dramatics, but since he was right, I kept my mouth shut.
“Do it again, though, and I won’t go easy on you. I have no problem tying you to that bed.”
Eek?
Yay?
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I moved on to something else that needed to be said. “I’m on birth control.”
He lifted his gaze but left the warm cloth draped over my tender skin. It felt heavenly.
When he didn’t say anything, I touched my upper arm. “I can show you the note in my online medical chart from when the clinic placed the implant. And I’ve obviously never done anything before today, but the clinic runs those tests regardless, so I can show you those, too.”
Ash pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen before turning it toward me. Fancier labeling of a private doctor’s office aside, the tests and the results listed were the same as mine. “That was from a while ago, but I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I glanced at the date, expecting a while to be weeks, not months.
“Even before then, I’ve never been with anyone without a condom.”
I glanced to the cloth then back at him. “You didn’t use one with me.”
“Because you’re you.” That must’ve been enough of an explanation for him because he moved on by handing me the glass of water and pain pills.
It must’ve been enough of an explanation for me, too, because I moved on by taking them.
Ash dimmed the plug-in light to the usual brightness before climbing into bed. That time when he rolled me, it wasn’t to position me with my head on his chest. Instead, I was mostly on my stomach with one leg bent. Ash covered my back with half of his body. After pulling the blankets up, he reached between us and nestled his semi-hard cock between my ass cheeks so it stretched down to my pussy.
My breath caught as I waited to see what else he did. But that was it. He didn’t try anything more as he pressed his lips to my head.
“We can’t sleep like this,” I said, though I wasn’t sure which part I had an issue with.
“Why?”
I went with the easier option that would fix both things. “Because you’re a giant. You’ll squash me.”
“You survived the other nights.”
I tried to roll to face him, but I was pinned. “What?”
“Don’t know if you know this, sunshine, but you move around a lot. Once I put us like this, you settled, and I wasn’t dodging that right hook of yours all night.”
“Yeah, but we were wearing clothes.”
“You’re wearing clothes.”
“A shirt.”
“Which is a piece of clothing.” He gave my waist a squeeze. “Go to sleep.”
I let out a little huff, knowing there was no way I could sleep.
I was out within minutes.