So he shifted his hand, sliding it down until he cupped my balls. "Nope. I'm saying I like this comfortable space we've carved out."
The fact that he'd picked the same words again made me realize just how much he meant that. His fingers, however, were making sure that my brain was functioning on about half the blood it needed to work properly. I shifted my legs, giving him a little more access, and his palm slid straight up my shaft.
"I was going to make a good point, you know," I said, aware that my voice was now a little deeper and a lot more rough than usual.
Ash simply trailed his finger around the head of my dick. "You made the point, cowboy. You want to be a good boyfriend. I think you are one. Cy's stupid over you, which means that he approves too. Even Violet agrees that you are one hell of a man, so stop trying so fucking hard, lie back, and let me put my mouth on this."
"Oh, damn," I breathed - but I also obeyed.
And Ash rolled to his knees, shifted between my thighs, and then leaned in to slide his lips right over me. Fuck, but he was good at that. The heat of his mouth was instantaneous, and his tongue teased me just right. Grabbing the back of his head, I struggled not to tense as he made his way all the way down.
Then I felt him slide back a bit before pushing in even more. What came next damned near blew my mind. Ash pushed deep, angling my dick downward, and I felt the back of his mouth - and something else. More. Hot. Tight. Fuck, that was his throat. My goddamned toes were curling, my jaw was clenched, and this low groan fell from my partly open mouth.
"Holy fuck," I panted.
Ash leaned back, sliding all the way off. "Oh, is that your first deep-throat?" And then he swallowed me again.
Every last fucking inch of me, and he didnottake his time about it. I struggled not to twitch, worried that pumping into his face would screw this all up, because that felt like heaven. As he bobbed across my length, pushing me down his throat, and doing something to squeeze me in the best way, I worked hard to just lie there and fucking take it.
My hand found the back of his head. The other landed on his bicep, using his body for my balance. His palm pressed against my flank, holding my hips still, but he reached higher with the other. When his finger flicked across my nipple, I cried out in pleasure, cutting it off as fast as I could.
"Ash..." I begged. "Kid. House."
So he pinched, rolling the pad of his thumb across that sensitive skin even as his mouth worked wonders down below. With him, there was no use fighting it. If he wanted to make me feel good, he would find a way, so all I could do was take it. I let him play, tangling my fingers in his sexy highlighted hair.
Every time his finger flicked my nipple, I felt my balls clench. I swore my dick throbbed too, but with his mouth sliding across it, all I knew was pleasure. So much fucking pleasure that I couldn't take it. When I felt his nose pressed against the skin just above my dick and his chin resting against my balls again, I didn't even try to fight it.
My fingers tightened on his bicep just as my orgasm hit. I wanted to buck into his face, sheathing myself in those amazing lips of his. I didn't. I lay there, with my man kneeling before me, and I felt every damned beat of my heart pulsing through my dick as I spilled my release down his throat. Over, and over, and over again, because his mouth was so fucking amazing.
Then I remembered to breathe again.
Slowly, my fingers relaxed, letting him go, and Ash slid off me. "The lube's in the drawer beside you," he said before flopping down on the mattress next to me.
I murmured to show I'd heard, but I needed a second. Wow. When I'd daydreamed about a man's mouth being better than a woman's, I hadn't even imagined something like that. I'd thought of something like Violet, sucking me off with confidence instead of being shy about it. Then again...
"Does Vi do that?" I asked, flopping my head over. "And how the fuck do I learn?"
"Patience," Ash teased. "And yeah, she can, but it's more about learning to overcome your gag reflex. Like you, she hasn't had a lot of reasons to impress a man. Most of them she used and threw away too fast."
"Mm, good to know," I decided, rolling onto my side to reach for that lube.
Because while my dick was now halfway down, my mind wasn't quite done yet. Once I had the bottle, I popped the top open, squeezed a bit into my other hand, and then began working myself up. Beside me, Ash just watched, but the twist to his mouth said he had no problem with the view - so I tossed the bottle at him.
"You might need some of that," I said.
So Ash did the same thing, but the moment his fist pushed down his already hard dick, I realized the appeal. Damn, that man stroking himself while thinking about me was hot. For a moment, I debated waiting, watching while he got himself off to even up the score a bit. One for me, one for him, and a damned nice view to turn me on even more. The problem was that I wasn't sure I could handle more.
I reached out and nudged his hip, pushing him onto his belly even as I moved behind him. "So about that whole being on bottom thing?" I asked.
The man glanced back and ran his eyes over me. The gesture was so obvious not even the darkened room could hide it.
"Show me what happens when it gets a little Western, Luke." And then he tilted his ass up.
If that wasn't an offer, then I couldn't imagine what was. Lining myself up, I pushed in, loving the way it sounded when he exhaled to give me access. His ass gripped me, his body relaxed before me, and this amazing man gave himself to me completely. When I was all the way in, I paused, giving him time, and then I pumped into him hard, making it clear that two could play at this game.
No, I wouldn't hurt him, but if he wanted to push me to the edge, then I could do the same in return. Ash rocked beneath me, taking every inch I buried inside him, and then he thrust a hand out by his head. Yeah, that was a damned good look for him. I thrust again, taking my time between each one so I could appreciate how his entire body gave to me.
He was strong. He was powerful. He was also mine. Ash was so used to being the man in charge, but that wasn't how things worked with us. He could protect me, but I was going to make him bite these fucking pillows to hold back his cries. That was why we worked, because there wasn't a bitch in this relationship - not even Violet.
