“Same,” he rasped, his fingers tightening in my hair to pull my mouth back to his. And who the fuck was I to deny him what he wanted when he kissed me like he was drowning just as much as I was?
When my knees met the mattress, I gently lowered Ash to it, but he didn’t let us stay apart for long because he was immediately reaching up and tugging me down so my body was flush with his. I groaned, grinding against him all while I slipped a hand under his shirt, my other arm braced beside his head so I didn’t crush his smaller frame.
His stomach muscles quivered as I slowly grazed my palm along his skin. “Tell me if this is too much. Or if there’s places you don’t want me to touch,” I rasped, my voice low and throaty.
“The only place off limits is my front hole,” he told me breathlessly, and Igroaned. Because was he insinuating what I thought he was? Did he want the same thing I did? To be buried inside him and us joined as one? “Just don’t touch me there.”
I leaned up to look down at him, trying to think past the haze taking over my brain. All the blood in my body seemed to be centered around my cock, making it nearly impossible to think with my proper head. I blinked, already breathing heavily. “Are you saying you want to go all the way? I don’t want to assume.”
His cheeks flushed pink, but he nodded. “Yeah. All the way.”
I leaned down to kiss him again. “Will you top me?” I was vers, though I preferred to bottom, and I’d gotten offso many timesto thoughts of Ash topping me. It was a fantasy I intended to fulfill, and I hoped it was something he enjoyed doing so much, he’dwant to do it over and over again for the rest of our lives, too. Because like fuck was I ever letting him go now that I had him.
His pretty eyes widened. “You want me to top you?” His voice was filled with disbelief. Like he couldn’t believeanyonewould want him to be the top. Why the hell wouldn’t they?
“Fuck yes, I do.” Leaning down, I kissed him again. “Been fantasizing about it since I met you, to be honest.” A grin quirked at my lips. “Can’t fucking blame me, baby. You’re hot as fuck, and even though Daddy kink isnotmy thing, you definitely give Daddy vibes.”
He barked out a laugh that was like music to my ears. Iadoredhis laugh—it was always so carefree and wholesome. “Definitely not my thing either,” he agreed, smiling at me. Reaching up, he cupped my cheek and stroked his thumb over my skin. “But yeah, baby—”fuck, I melted— “I’ll top you.” And then, with his thighs hooked around my hips, he flipped us. My eyes widened in shock, and his laughter filled the air once more.
I gripped the hem of his shirt. “Can I?” When he nodded, I slipped it over his head and tossed it to the floor. My eyes trailed over his slim form—over his flat stomach, the faint scars on his chest from his top surgery, and the tattoo on his right pec, which read,always be truein elegant font.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, reaching up to trace the words on his chest. Lifting my eyes, our gazes locked, and my stomach swooped at the raw emotion in his eyes. Like he couldn’t believe this was happening but also so damn happy that he could barely contain how he was feeling.
“I love you,” he blurted.
I groaned. Was he trying to fucking kill me? I wanted to hear those words falling from his addictive lips for eternity.
“I love you, too, baby. Have for a while now,” I gently reminded him.
He tugged my jersey over my head, tossing it to the floor with his, and after that, words were no longer needed. We touched. Kissed. Traced each other until we’d committed each other’s body to memory. And when he finally dropped his jeans, his cheeks heating as he did so, I couldn’t rip my eyes off of him. My gaze was locked onto every move he made as he strapped up, put a vibrator into the pocket of his strap-on, and then added a large, veiny, purple dildo that I knew was going to feelfucking fantasticas he slid inside of me.
“You ready?” he asked, his voice low. Gravelly, almost. And I nodded. He’d taken so much fucking time prepping me, it was a miracle I hadn’t blown my load while he’d had his fingers inside of me. As it was, I was probably going to come like a porn star after two or three strokes of that massive cock inside of me.
He applied lube—probably a bit too much, honestly—to his cock, then moved between my thighs. His fingers trembled as he gripped the back of my thighs, his nervous gaze meeting mine. I smiled at him. “Just slide in, baby,” I soothed. “I promise, I’m not going to last long anyway.” The copious amounts of precum making the hair along my happy trail stick together was proof enough of that. “Iwantyou to fuck me. I’m fucking desperate—fuuuuck,” I moaned as he slowly began to inch inside of me without warning. He was so big, and I was so full, andGod, it waseverythingI’d dreamed of when I pictured us finally being together like this.
“Oh, fuck, you take me so well,” Ash groaned, his eyes locked where our bodies were joining. I jerked when that thick dildo rubbed along my prostate, and my thighs trembled. My cock jerked against my belly, and I gasped, my throat convulsing when I tried to swallow.
“You’re so fucking huge,” I choked out. “So fuckinggood.”
“You look beautiful like this,” Ash told me, his voice rough. Our eyes met, and that was all it took. I fucking exploded, coming so goddamn hard, I could barely breathe. And Ash fucked me through it. When I finally came down, he eased out of me and dropped the harness. It’d barely thunked to the floor before I was grabbing him and yanking him over my face.
“This good?” I asked. “Because you haven’t gotten off yet, baby, and I need to make you come.”
He nodded, his fingers spearing into my hair. I sucked his T-dick into my mouth, laving my tongue over him, worshiping him like he was an altar made just for me. He grinded on my face, moaning and shaking, his thighs squeezing my head. And when he came, I moaned with him, unable to contain myself at how fucking good he tasted.
He slumped to the side, and I quickly moved up the bed, dragging him into my arms. We needed to shower and clean up, but that had to wait. For now, I just wanted to hold him. To feel him in my arms and know this hadn’t been a dream. That we were trulytogether.
“We need to clean up,” Ash whispered. But despite his words, he still snuggled into me, burying his face against my chest and inhaling like he needed to scent me.
“Just let me hold you a little longer,” I murmured, tightening my arms around him.
Ash chuckled, the sound sleepy. “I might pass out.”
I hummed. “Then, I’ll wake you up in a bit to get you cleaned up,” I promised, stroking my fingertips up and down his back.
As he warned, he fell asleep, soft snores leaving his parted lips. And I just continued holding him, happier in that single moment than I’d ever been in my entire fucking life.
Ash wasmine. My boyfriend. And if I had my way, he’d be mineforever.
