"Three," I told him. "After that, just doesn't get hard again. Halfway at best."
So Ash tilted the bottle and began to drizzle a stream of it right across his own dick. "Yeah? I don't see a problem with that if you're on the bottom." Then he shifted that stream so the lube fell right across me.
It was cold, making me clench for a second. Straddling my legs, Ash felt it, and something wicked sparked in his eyes. He capped the bottle and tossed it away, then caught my hands and flopped forward, shoving them over my head and against the pillows. Then he thrust against me.
I bucked back, our dicks slick and sliding against each other so nicely. His face hovered above mine, his eyes watching me, but this time he didn't try to kiss me. He just kept moving, waiting for something. When the moan slipped from my lips, that seemed to be it.
Letting go of my hands, he grabbed the side of my face and kissed so hard and deep that I could barely concentrate. The whole time, he kept grinding against me, driving me higher, not even needing to toy with the rest of my body to make me feel so good. When the head of his dick pressed to that sensitive spot under mine, I tried to pull my mouth away, but that hand refused to let me.
Ash just bit my lip, making it clear he was taking over. Then he thrust again. My damned balls felt ready to explode, and he'd used so much lube that this felt amazing. Wet and slick, all that was missing was the heat, but with his teeth denting my lower lip, I didn't give a shit at all.
"Ash," I managed to gasp.
"Cum," he breathed before kissing me again, thrusting faster across my length.
It felt like a handjob, but without the fingers. The friction was there. The feel of his sexy body over me was perfect, but the sound of his voice - that arrogant little command filled with so much raw lust - was just too much. He rocked against me again, and I didn't try to hold off. I let it happen, gasping as my dick pulsed, pumping cum across my stomach.
"Such a good boy," Ash whispered, finally letting go of my face only to lean back. He sat up, grabbed my hip, and tugged, making it clear I should turn. "Ass up, big boy. Hands on the headboard. You are definitely leaving a wet spot, and I love you enough to sleep in it without whining."
Yep, I rolled. I felt almost high with the afterglow of the first orgasm, but he'd been serious when he said he wanted more than one. Maybe I didn't look sexy as I made it to my hands and knees, and I was definitely breathing a little too hard. But my fucking dick was still ready for more, so I pushed up, grabbing the headboard, and dared to look back.
That beautiful man was stroking the excess lube across his length. His arm flexed with each pass he made. His abs were tensed, the definition of them visible even in the darkened room. Everything about him was beautiful, and he was mine - or maybe it was more true to say that I was his. I also knew that it didn't matter at all.
Then he reached up and spread my ass. "When you cum, don't try to be quiet," Ash warned. "I want to hear you. I want to feel you, Cy. Think you can be a good boy?"
"For you," I said, "I can be anything."
That earned a little hint of a smile as he leaned in. I felt him there, pressing, easing in, and then he simply thrust. I relaxed, taking all of him, but our bodies rocked forward. It took all my strength to push back, because my man was not trying to be gentle this time. He'd warned me, and I'd asked for this, and damned if I didn't like it.
He pumped into my ass again, slapping his hips against my ass hard. "Still want to be my bitch?" he asked.
"Harder," I gasped. "I know what I asked for."
"Fuck yeah," he groaned, doing just that.
The bed creaked. The headboard bounced off the wall. Fuck if I cared about any of that, because this felt so good. With each thrust, he stretched me, filled me, gliding across my prostate in the best way, until I was panting for more. I rocked back, taking as much of him as I could, loving the wild frenzy of our lovemaking.
Fuck gentle. Screw soft. This was the best part of being with a man. Feeling good didn't need to be delicate, and lovemaking shouldn't be a timid thing. I wanted wild. I wanted loud. I wanted to give myself to a man who could take what he wanted, and Ash was that. He rode me, using his hands on my hips to pull me against him until he dropped against my back.
Then he wrapped his arm under my chest and kept going. He reached up across my sternum and his hand found my shoulder. Each time he pulled me onto him, I could feel all of his muscles flex. When he buried himself inside me, it forced the air from my lungs. Somewhere in there, my eyes had closed and I didn't give a shit. I wanted to feel, to experience, and to lose myself in this moment.
Then Ash's other hand found my throat, gripping just tight enough to make me aware of each breath. "I love your ass," he growled against my ear. "Love the feel of your balls swinging." Then he nipped at the edge of my ear. "I have wanted you like this from the moment I realized that I liked you. My first thought of fucking you was just like this, with your neck in my hand and your lips parted."
He thrust into me again. My fingers were gripping the headboard, and I knew my knuckles were white. If I hadn't already cum once, I would've lost it by now, but I never wanted this to end. Sounds came from my throat, and I made no effort to stop them. I just took. Every hard thrust, every press of his body against mine, and all the gasping breaths against my skin, I claimed them as mine and loved each one.
Then his hand tightened a little more. My head was feeling light. My body was trembling with desire. Every inch of my skin felt good, and I knew I was going to cum again. He didn't even need to touch my dick. He played with my ass just right to give me all I needed.
Between one breath and the next, it happened. My back arched, my ass pressed into him, and everything locked up. I felt myself throbbing, the pulses of my release feeling like they would never end, and Ash just kept going, kept fucking me the way I liked so much, until I was sure I couldn't take it anymore.
Then he let go, refusing to slow his rhythm. My muscles were too overwhelmed to hold me up. My body was trying to figure out if I was still locked in my climax or trying to have another. Ash had no interest in slowing down so I could recover. No, he was driving me even higher, and I'd never experienced anything like this before.
My face hit the pillows. His hand held my ass in the air. His dick kept pressing, stroking, and teasing me from the inside out, and all I could do was take it, loving every second. I couldn't even form a word. I simply gasped, strangled sounds of pleasure wrapped around each breath as I clawed at the headboard for some form of purchase.
"Tight fucking ass," Ash panted, slamming into me again. "Sexy man." And again. Then he reached down and wrapped his fist around my dick. "Love of my goddamned life."
And I felt him swelling inside me. I swore I could feel his pulse through his shaft as he pumped into my body. My ears were ringing and my teeth had closed on the fabric of my pillowcase, but I loved it all. This was bliss. This had to be what euphoria felt like. It was more intense than anything else I'd ever experienced, and I was useless to help make it better.
I took. He gave. Thrust after thrust, he used me in the best way, and then it all just stopped. Ash drove himself as deep into my ass as he could, his breath rushed out against the back of my shoulder, and then warmth flooded my body. Half from him, but the rest was me, because yes, I came again. And yes, I cried out his name when it happened, feeling my entire body shudder around him, completely spent.
