"Too much?" I taunted.
"Fuck no," he gasped. "Show me what you got, baby."
So the next time I slid back, I reached down to grab his balls. Cupping those, I thrust again, careful not to crush my own arm between us, but my fingers tensed just a bit as I filled him. The sound he made was amazing. He moaned, gasped, and begged all in one noise, and I completely understood, so I kept going.
My body rocked into his. My fingers played with him, so close to his dick but refusing to touch it. Instead, I teased that sensitive spot behind his balls. I caressed his balls as I worked him high. I played with him the way I wanted someone to play with me, and Ash was loving it. He wasn't trying to take over. This man was lost in the desire and passion between us.
But the next time I plunged into him, I slid my hand higher, my palm pressing against the underside of his dick. The lube on him made it easy. The power of my body pushed him against my hand. Ash turned his face to the side, his lips parted, but when I finally stroked him, gripping his shaft as I slid out, he bit at the pillowcase, those perfect teeth of his snagging the fabric like it could hold back his cries.
"Oh, that's my man," I praised. "Bite it harder, Ash. Whimper. I love the sounds you make. I want to feel a man like you lose control."
So he bit again, giving me everything I wanted as I rocked behind him. His hips rolled. His back flexed. He was so amazingly sensual, and his ass felt good wrapped around me. The view of him bent before me, giving in completely was like some aphrodisiac that I just couldn't get enough of. I wanted this to last forever. I wanted to make him feel so damned good. I just wanted to love him the way he needed to be loved.
So I dropped forward, shoved my arm under his chest, and pulled his back to my chest. My hips kept going, grinding against him, seeking out his prostate to make sure this was as good for him as it was for me. I was breathing hard enough that he had to feel it, but I didn't really care. I wanted to make it clear to him just how much he meant, and that I'd decided how I fit into the mess of perfection that we had.
Sitting back up, I pulled him with me, and then I pushed my hand even higher until my fingers found his throat. With the other hand, I grabbed the back of his hair, pulling his face to the ceiling, and I just kept moving. The man who was so strong, so defiant, and so willing to get in everyone's face just melted against me. As I gripped his neck a little harder, I looked down his body, watching his dick wagging with the motion of our bodies.
He was long, hard, and gorgeous to look at. From his dick all the way up to the angles of his face. This man had traveled the world, fallen into bed with celebrities, and then told me that he loved me. He was fucking beautiful in a way I couldn't get enough of, and he was mine.
As I heard his breath catch, feeling his pulse pounding under my hand, I finally understood his obsession with being a little rough. If someone took control, then the other didn't have to. For just a moment, I could protect him, take care of him, and make the decisions for him. So as our bodies rocked together, I leaned my lips next to his ear, then thrust deep and hard.
"I can make you beg." Another thrust. "I could give you what you want." Then one more. "But I just love the way you look like this. You, Ash, make me so fucking hard, and it isn't just what's on the outside. It's that fucking heart of yours. It's that you are my man just as much as I am yours."
"Don't stop," he begged.
So I didn't. Not my body, and not my words. "I want to make you cum so damned hard. You might get to protect me out in the real world, but in here? In bed with me?" Fuck, his ass was gripping me so tightly. "Yeah, in here I'm gonna take damned good care of you, because your ass isn't meant for others. It's ours, Ash. Be an asshole. Be rich, famous, or whatever else you want to be." I kept thrusting, but had to suck in a breath to keep from losing control. "I will still know that you are the man I love. The one I know is just as poisonous as Violet." I watched as his lips parted as his body tensed against me, but I had to thrust again. "Except to us."
And then he cried out. Yeah, Faith could probably hear that, but I really didn't care. The sight of him lost in pleasure like this was perfect. Cum spurted across the bed. His body softened, giving in to the pleasure taking over, and for just a moment, Ash had nothing left to fight against. He just let go, trusting me to take care of him.
It was more than I could take. The last drop had barely fallen from his dick before I buried myself in his ass, pushed my face against his neck, and held him as fucking tight as I could. Pulse after pulse, I emptied myself into him. Then Ash's hand reached up to press over mine, carefully moving my fist away from his throat.
"That," he breathed, "was amazing."
Chapter Fifty-Five
Ikissed the side of his neck. He slid off my dick, twisting to find my lips. Together, we tumbled down into the bed, needing to just touch each other a little more. It wasn't frantic. It wasn't meant to be passionate or sexy. It was simply this need to not let go that I was willing to give into.
"Pretty sure you're lying in your own cum, Ash," I pointed out.
So he nudged at my chest, encouraging me to scoot back. I wasn't surprised at all when he followed, but instead of pressing his head against my chest, Ash rolled onto his back. His hand found mine, and we both lay there like that, side by side, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath.
"Luke?" he finally asked.
"Mm?"
"I want to get married." Then he turned his head to look at me. "I never did before, but I want to be able to call Cy my husband."
I just rolled in and kissed him quickly. Our tongues tangled, his hand grabbed my arm, and he kissed back just as deliriously. There was nothing hesitant about it. Then I pulled away just to drop onto my back again.
"I want to propose to Violet." I lifted his hand that I was still holding up to my lips and kissed the back. "I mean, I want to marry you too, and Cy - but the world doesn't work like that. Faith wants Violet to be her stepmom, and that means convincing that woman to put a ring on her finger."
"Mm, you two would look amazing together," Ash said. "But I know what you mean. I want to marry you both as well, but Cy? He was my first love. I screwed him over, and we've gotten it right this time. He and I won't burn out, no matter what anyone says. I think it's because of you and Vi. The four of us..."
"Yeah," I agreed, knowing what he meant. "So, Ashton Marshall? Maybe Marshall-Walker and do that hyphenated thing."
"Nope," Ash said. "Cy and I were joking about it a while back, and he said something." His thumb swept across the back of my hand. "Dawson, Luke. Ash and Cy Dawson."
"Shit," I breathed. "That's fucking perfect, but I can't, because of Faith. I'd have to fight Meredith for permission to change her last name, so I'll keep mine the same until she's older."
