Chapter 5 #3
I wrap a hand around his shaft and slip his cock into my mouth, being extra careful to avoid my teeth.
My hand massages down his skin as I try to put his large dick further and further down my throat.
I come back up for air, my eyes catching Ash studying me.
A peak of annoyance echoes through my mind.
I don't want him to be watching me, judging me. I want him to enjoy himself.
I suck on the head, my hand slipping between his thighs to touch his balls. My tongue presses against the underside of his dick and finally a grunt escapes Ash's mouth. The sound makes goosebumps scatter across my skin. I slip his shaft further down my throat.
Ash's fingers clutch against my hair. “Yeah, that's it. You're doing so well.”
I roll his sweatpants further down his muscled thighs. I breathe heavily through my nose so I don't gag around him. Gagging can't be hot. I start to get a good rhythm with my tongue, my hand chasing my mouth as I move swiftly up and down.
“Fuck, yes.” Ash's head falls against the headrest of the chair.
Every groan, encouragement, and sound that leaves Ash's mouth makes me impossibly harder.
Ash pushes one of his legs between my thighs. His leg grinding against my dick. I moan loudly around his cock, my hips rocking against him.
“You like that, you little slut?” Ash's words slip against my skin like a cold knife sliding between my shoulder blades.
The word slut makes my head go all fuzzy. I take him deeper but go too fast. I gag around him. I pull off, gasping for air.
Ash takes the opportunity to stand. Fisting my hair in his hand once again. He forces me to look at him.
My chest is rising and falling so fast you would think I had just finished a game. “Did I—Did I do something wrong?”
His eyes are dark. “Light?”
My eyes fall to his straining dick, but he shakes my head to look at him. The sting of my scalp is causing a burning in my lower stomach. “Green.”
He smiles. “Open your mouth. Tap my leg twice for red.”
“Why would I—?”
He plunges into my mouth. Ash is going so much deeper than I was allowing myself. His large cock ramming into the back of my throat. I gag. I try to breathe through my nose but its not working this time. I push at his legs, trying to put some space between us, but he holds me by the hair.
“Touch yourself.” Ash voice sounds broken and heavy. “It'll feel good. I promise.”
I follow his instructions, massaging my own cock.
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
The burning of my throat. The stinging of my scalp. My hand against my skin. Ash's voice in my ears.
I whimper around him. Another gag forcing its way out.
“Don't you fucking cum yet,” Ash growls.
My eyes glance up at him. I can feel tears tracking down my cheeks. His face completely melts as he locks eyes with me.
His big hands force me further down. “Fuck!”
Hot cum rolls down my throat. I feel his cock constricting on my tongue. I swallow instinctively, not knowing if he would let me off of him. And also, because he's so deep down my throat, I might choke on it.
Ash removes himself from me, pushing his leg between mine once more. I don't even think as I grind my crotch against his shin.
“Like a dog in heat.” Ash smiles.
I claw into his thighs, nuzzling against his dick, which is already hardening again. Jesus Christ.
Fuck, I just want to come.
“Beg for it, then.” Ash seems to answer my thoughts.
I didn't mean to say that out loud.
“Please.” I gasp. “Please, sir, let me come.”
Ash slides his thumb into my mouth, and my lips wrap around it like we've done this a million times. My hips hump him faster.
“Yes, baby. Go ahead and make a mess.” Ash smiles.
His leg shifts, his foot knudging my balls. It's too much.
The rest of the room seems to disappear.
The hotel.
The game.
The guilt.
The noise in my head.
Everything fades into the background for one precious moment. And for the first time in longer than I can remember, I stop thinking about William Grove. I stop thinking about tomorrow. I stop thinking altogether. For once, I simply exist.
“Ah!” I come hard against his sweatpants, my forehead digging into his hip.
“Yeah, that's it,” Ash soothes. He runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as I claw him to me.
“Jesus,” Another wave of pleasure rolls down my back.
Ash's voice is soft as he says, “Fuck, you're pretty when you come.”
I feel slightly dizzy as I breathe hard against him. Ash pets my head until I come back to my senses enough to look up at him.
He bends down, helping me stand. His hands are firm on my waist as he looks down at me. “You okay?”
“Yes.” My voice comes out raspy and dry.
Ash pulls up his sweats and puts me in the armchair. He kisses my cheeks, wiping the tears away. “I'll be right back. Don't get up yet.”
He disappears into the bathroom, where I hear the shower start running.
I catch a glimpse of the large wet spot on the leg of his pants before he goes into the bathroom. Jesus fucking christ. What the fuck did I just do? Embarrassment rushes through me.
I stand up sharply, grab my pants, and pull them on quickly. I leave my shirt completely as I rush out of Ash's room and into mine, thanking God quietly that everyone is either asleep or still at the bar. I close the door, leaning my forehead against the cold wood.
What the actual fuck?